Chapter 3

Punish the world, ranked fourth on the list.

The weight contained in these seven words alone is enough to stun a large group of people.

According to ancient records, this eye once appeared in the world 120,000 years ago. It was an extremely splendid era. Kings rose together and heroes fought for hegemony, and the master who punished the world used this eye to pass all the way through, and defeated the heroes, and finally Become the most powerful player in the world and write a legend!

"Just by unlocking the first seal, he has awakened the eyes of the sky, and he is the fourth on the list, Zhu Tianxia, ​​his potential is so strong." Lian Cangqiong was slightly shocked, knowing that he is a true immortal, he can make him Shocked, it can be seen how amazing Ling Xian's talent potential is.

"Thank you for your accomplishment." Ling Xian looked excited. He could clearly feel that the powerful power contained in those eyes was still unable to exert its full power, but one day, the fourth person on the list would be able to use it. Punishing the world, it will bloom with its dazzling light.

"Okay, the teacher is very weak now and needs to rest. You have already unlocked a seal, which is enough for you to cultivate to the stage of forming an elixir. As for the three seals, we will talk about it later." Dan Xian looked tired.

"Yes, Master, you have a good rest." Ling Xian was full of gratitude and cared: "I don't know, what can my disciple do for you?"

"It's enough if you have this heart, you are still too weak to help me." Dan Xian smiled kindly and waved his hand: "Go, the picture of the nine immortals has entered your sea of ​​consciousness, and there is a lot of spiritual energy here. It is more than three times stronger than your cultivation in the outside world, and you can come whenever you want,”

After speaking, his illusory figure floated away, landed on a lofty mountain peak, and fell into a deep sleep.

Around this mountain, there are also eight peaks with different heights and shapes.

"This halo seems to have the ability to nourish the soul, so the other eight mountain peaks are sleeping with a true immortal?" Ling Xian murmured, and then with a thought, he disappeared from the Nine Immortals and appeared in the Nine Immortals. in front of the Qizhen Pavilion.

Looking at the three words Qizhen Pavilion, Ling Xian was filled with emotion.

Just an hour ago, he was still a mortal who was struggling with his dreams, thinking of betting his entire net worth to buy an eye-opening pill as a last-ditch effort. However, at this moment, he not only worshipped under the gate of Danxian, but also embarked on the path of cultivation, opening the eyes of the sky to punish the world, leaping from the sea with the fish, and the sky is high for the bird to fly.

I have to say, things are really impermanent.

"Now that I can cultivate myself, I should first go to the family's Sutra Collection Pavilion to get a practice tactic." Ling Xian thought about it like this, turned and walked towards the Lingfu Sutra Collection Pavilion.

Qingcheng is located in the northernmost part of the Daqin Dynasty. It is a small remote city. In addition to the city's most powerful mansion, there are three immortal clans that dominate Qingcheng, namely the Ling family, the Qi family, and the Fang family.

Ling Xian is a collateral child of the Ling family, but unfortunately he cannot cultivate, so the family did not provide him with any cultivation resources. The only house that can shelter him from the wind and rain is left by his parents who passed away shortly after he was born. down. Therefore, his feelings for the family are very weak, and what remains in his memory is only endless indifference and humiliation.

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The Book Collection Pavilion, located at the end of the Ling Mansion, is a magnificent three-story wooden attic. The afternoon sun shone down, shining on the safflower tiles on all sides of the attic, showing a large radiance.

This place is the most important place for the Ling family except the forbidden area. Those who are below the third floor of Qi refining can be selected on the first floor, the fourth to eighth floors can only go to the second floor, and the third floor, only the patriarch and elders can enter.

There is no door in the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion, only a layer of water-like restrictions, preventing outsiders who are not children of the Ling family from entering.

Ling Xian took out a bronze token representing his identity, put it in it, and the water wave restraint suddenly rippling with a halo,

Suck him into the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion.

A strong smell of antiquity rushed towards his face. Ling Xian looked around and saw that the first floor was not very big, and there were bookshelves around, covered with slightly yellowed books.

Without hesitation, he went straight to the bookshelf marked with the magic formula, looking for his favorite practice method.

"Sit and forget the decision, wash the marrow meridian, clear the power..."

The various tricks made Ling Xian dazzled, his eyes moved little by little, and finally settled on a book with a simple cover.

"Three Flowers"

Very strange name, the cover is covered with dust, and apparently no one has turned up this tidbit for a long time. But the moment he picked it up, there seemed to be a voice in his heart saying, it's it, it's it.

Ling Xian frowned, unable to confirm where this strange feeling came from, but after hesitating, she chose this somewhat strange magic formula.

"Little guy, do you want to choose this Three Flowers Sutra?"

A ghostly figure suddenly appeared beside him. It was an old man with a white beard. The years had carved countless marks on his face, making him look extraordinarily old.

"Yes, elder." Ling Xian's face was calm, he had already noticed the existence of this old man and knew the identity of the other party.

The elder of the pavilion of the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion.

The old man narrowed his eyes and reminded: "I see your bone age, you are only fourteen years old, but you already have the third level of Qi refining, and your talent is not weak. If you choose this method that cannot be cultivated, it will delay a lot. Time, I advise you to change it."

Can't practice?

Ling Xian's eyes flashed with a hint of curiosity, and he pondered for a while: "Thank you for the elder's guidance, but Ling Xian has made up his mind, others can't cultivate, it doesn't mean I can't either, I want to give it a try."

"It doesn't mean that others can't do it, it doesn't mean that I can't either. I have ambition." Elder Shouge's expression showed a hint of admiration, and said with a smile: "If you can't cultivate, don't force it, you can come and change it at any time."

"Yes, thank you Elder." Ling Xian put the "Three Flowers Sutra" into the storage bag, turned and left the Sutra Collection Pavilion, and walked towards home.

Suddenly, a sneer full of contempt and provocation sounded.

"Yo, isn't this waste Lingxian, are you still alive?" A black-robed youth walked towards him, with a short stature, sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks, and a disgusting smirk on his face.

"It's you, Ling Yu." Ling Xian's face sank. This person is also a collateral child with him. Relying on his cultivation level of Qi refining, he often finds fault with him when he has nothing to do. He couldn't cultivate before. He also endured it, but now, he wants to get back all the previous humiliation!

"That's right, why, are you scared when you see Uncle Ben?" Ling Yu smiled, because he was born ugly and his aptitude was ordinary, so he was very jealous of those who were talented and good-looking, but he The only one who can bully the entire Ling family is Ling Xian, who was once unable to cultivate, so he often finds trouble.

Ling Xian was burning with anger, but said lightly: "Yes, I am very afraid."

"Then kowtow to me three times obediently, and then step under me, and I'll spare your life today." Ling Yu split his legs and laughed arrogantly.

"Your proposal is good, I have requisitioned it, why don't you come over and kowtow to me?" Ling Xian sneered.

"What did you say?" Ling Yu was stunned for a moment, then said with a grim smile: "I said Ling Xian, it's just that you can't cultivate, even your brain is broken, and you dare to talk to me like this, it seems that I taught you a lesson last time. It's not enough."

"You want to do it?" Ling Xian's eyes flashed with murderous intent.

"What if you do it? You bastard, I have to teach you a lesson today." Ling Yu walked towards Ling Xian step by step with a grim expression on his face.

"You can give it a try." Ling Xian was calm, he was already at the third level of Qi Refining, and even if he stood still and let Ling Yu beat him, he wouldn't be able to hurt him.

"Remember, I will kneel when I see Lao Tzu in the future!" Ling Yu gave a grim smile, used all the mana in his body, and slapped Ling Xian with the palm of his hand!

The shadow of the palm is like a mountain, coming in an instant!

Ling Xian did not dodge or evade, waved his right hand, and suddenly the wind was violent, and the mana of the third layer of Qi refining poured out, like a stormy sea, with great power!

Snapped!

The palms of the two collided, and the mighty mana from the third level of Qi Refining surged towards Ling Yu's body, causing his body to fly several meters away like a kite with a broken string. He coughed up blood on the ground.

One-shot kill!

"How is that possible? How can you have mana?" Ling Yu's face was horrified, his eyes were full of incredulity. He really couldn't figure it out, how could the usual waste suddenly become so powerful?

"Ling Yu, I'm not the Ling Xian I used to be. If you want to bully me, you have to be prepared to die at any time." Ling Xian smiled coldly and stepped on Ling Yu's chest, making his breathing even more intense. Difficulty, and the blood he coughed up was even brighter.

"Cough cough... It's impossible, you bastard, how can you beat me?" Ling Yu still couldn't believe it was true, and shouted while coughing up blood.

"Nothing is impossible. You take a piece of trash, but who is trash now?" Ling Xian slapped him on the face, knocking out several teeth that were mixed with blood.

Ling Yu screamed, pointed at Ling Xian with a trembling hand, and scolded: "You are dead, you dare to touch me, I will not kill you!"

"A dead duck's mouth is hard." Ling Xian's eyes froze, and he made a lightning-like shot, abruptly breaking Ling Yu's outstretched index finger.

"Ah!" Ling Yu's pained face turned pale, he finally recognized the situation and begged for mercy: "I was wrong, Ling Xian, I was wrong, please let me go."

"Remember, next time, I'll kill you." Ling Xian glanced at him lightly and withdrew the foot that was on his chest.

After he finished speaking, he ignored Ling Yu who was like a dead dog and walked straight to his home.

The anger in his chest has calmed down, and the grievances of the past have been avenged. He only feels that the whole person is much more relaxed, and the anger that has been stagnant in his heart for fourteen years has finally completely dissipated, as if he is waving goodbye to the past.

In the future, he will be Ling Xian who was born after Nirvana.