The existence of the sealing technique is a rare and special existence for the immortal cultivation world. The principle is that the imprisoning ice seals and acts as a seal.

For the vast majority of cultivators who cultivated some cortices, the body of the sealing technique only played a supporting role, and did not use the power to kill.

However, the true sealer is a product that transcends the Three Realms and transcends the Five Elements. The bloodline in the body is special, and there are thousands of sealing techniques that can be cast, and you can kill the enemy at will.

This is the fundamental difference between a sealer and a non-sealer.

The sealing technique has always been called Dao Technique, and it has been formed and performed since the Spirit Building Period. Each level of Dao art has a corresponding number, which begins with the Spirit Formation Period, and the Dao art is arranged in a line and gradually rises in numbers, including the names of the Dao from one to ten.

In the Yuan Dan period, it is advanced to twenty names, and with the improvement of the realm, it is to increase the ranking. The highest Dao technique is said to be more than 100 Dao Dao Techniques.

The first three dharmas of each realm only have some auxiliary effects on themselves. It's like sealing blood and wounds, temporarily suppressing poison, or protecting souls.

From the fourth to the sixth is for the enemy. It is generally used to imprison the opponent's spells, magic weapons, spirit pets, or other magical powers. Intercept or create obstacles to delay time and destroy the enemy in one fell swoop.

As for the seventh to tenth paths, they belong to a higher class. The use of each one has a powerful lethal performance. The refining of the scroll, which is similar to the transfer scroll, and the birth of the anti-heaven thing like the Mourning Soul Bomb, requires the supernatural powers of the seven Dao methods or more to be successfully refined.

However, due to blood reasons. Throughout the world, there has never been a lack of circulation in the Hidden Mall. However, there are not many monks who can comprehend the seventh path or above.

I think it's because of the blood.

According to legend, the tenth sealing technique is the highest Dao method, and its power is huge, shaking the soul. As everyone knows, there are still the last three ways above the ten paths. It is known as the three prohibitions of no burial.

The casting of forbidden spells is undoubtedly the birth of power that transcends limitations. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a vision to go on an expedition, and it is not an exaggeration to say that the beginning of the sky has changed dramatically. And the caster has to pay a huge price to endure the backlash.

If it is light, the longevity will be reduced, and you will not be able to practice diligently in your life, or you will be poisoned by aging and poisoning day and night.

At worst, the oil runs out of the lamp, the god is destroyed on the spot, and he falls into the endless hell and cannot be reborn forever, and falls into the infinite cycle of whipping and torture of endless ghosts day and night to eternal life and eternity.

Now the magic performed by the woman in butterfly clothes is the Thousand Soul Aurora that surpasses the ten realms and steps into the three forbidden places without burial.

This technique uses the burning longevity as a traction to summon the innate spirit of sealing. Open the vision of heaven and earth, extract the ancient seal provenance, and carry out a seal that transcends the power of the five elements.

The power of the Thousand Souls Aurora is terrifying and impermanent, and if a monk of the same level is hit by it, he will fall into a thousand-year sleep. At that time, Shouyuan will be gone, and he will be wiped out and die in the seal.

However, now the recruiter is a monk in the late Yuan Dan period, which belongs to cross-border spellcasting. The sealing time that originally contained thousands of years will be discounted in the namelessness for only a hundred years.

For the monks of the Yuan Dan period, a hundred years is not a long time, and casual retreat is over.

But for the woman in Butterfly Clothes, a full hundred years can allow her to advance to the Yuan Dan stage and step on a higher level of cultivation. At that time, even if the old monster of the White Dragon Yin will do whatever it takes to hit the Dongxuan Mansion in an attempt to make a shame.

Even if she is not under the help of the master of the sect, the woman in the butterfly clothes is sure to kill her in the world in a single battle.

Perhaps, this is the terrible thing about the sealers who are destined for heaven, chosen by the law, and loved by thousands of people.

The vision of the sky gradually faded, and the figure of the white old monster had fallen thousands of feet deep under the desert, enjoying a peaceful sleep.

The blue sky is restored, the cool breeze dissipates, and the heat returns.

The butterfly-clothed woman fell from the sky, stood in front of the cold grass on the verge of life and death, and slowly took off the butterfly mask. A head of pink curly hair is scattered from it, and at the same time, a delicate and beautiful face is revealed, which is enough to captivate the city and the country. "Hancao Kou, well done. You have not broken your promise, and you are willing to fight for five breaths with your life. Now that you've done it, I'll take care of the rest. ”

Han Caokou lay weakly in the yellow sand, his head was in confusion, and he wanted to say something but couldn't say a word. It's just that looking at the true face of the woman in butterfly clothes is a little familiar, but the age is a little old, and I can't remember it clearly.

Half a month later, the Asking Question Conference in Dongxuan Mansion began.

The Tower of Seals is located in the central area surrounded by the Nine Peaks. There are the peaks and forests where the three infancy ancestors in the gate are located.

On top of a hidden mountain, through a forbidden gate, a huge square can be seen. It was full of monks of the Spiritual Formation Period. Among them, whether it is the outer disciples or the inner disciples who have a relationship with the master, they all return here one by one at this time. At the same time, he was excitedly looking at a hundred-foot tall glazed tower in front of him.

Almost no one can resist the temptation of the Ask Assembly. Whether it's a daily penance or an urgent matter that needs to be done, I put it behind me and come to participate wholeheartedly.

There were more than 5,000 Soul Builder monks present, and this number has always been the result of the sect's careful maintenance. Some of them have gone out and fallen, or they are old and have lost their lives. Later, there was a fresh blood infusion, and mortals were selected to select people with good spiritual roots to join the spirit building period team.

Therefore, the words 5,000 people will fluctuate at any time, but there is a constant way to keep the incense alive.

It is precisely this kind of good opportunity that the inner disciples who could not be seen in the past are presented one by one at this moment. Their costumes are particularly gorgeous and unique, each wearing their own mountain mansion waist tags hanging on their bodies, revealing a promising atmosphere.

Looking at the crowd, the monks such as Bai Mound, Han Meng, Yao Xuan, and Xuan Zhili are the leaders of the inner door. Three of the young talents have reached the peak of the late stage of soul building.

They each wore special dresses of gold, crimson, and white. There is a colorful gold silk belt pinned to his waist, and he exudes an otherworldly noble atmosphere.

These three people are the personal disciples of each of the three ancestors.

Undoubtedly, these three young talents are all surnamed Xuan, and they have the blood of the orthodox Xuan clan flowing in their bodies. The high talent and the mutation of the physique are the only ones in a million that make people absolutely Mobai.

If everything is normal, hundreds or thousands of years later, these three people will be the successors of the three ancestors in the future. That is, the supreme ruler of Dongxuan Mansion.

There are not many disciples in general, and their number is no more than ten fingers. Every one who is selected, in addition to the talent alien body, also has to flow with the blood of the Xuan clan.

The huge Dongxuan Mansion, the eternal ruler. He will always be the heir of the Xuan family. People with foreign surnames are always regarded as slaves also.

After a little waiting, the monks who met naturally had a conversation and greetings.

I saw that Bai Mound was in full view of everyone, and was teased by Senior Sister Xuan Lingyin, and her face was red for a while, and she begged for mercy again and again.

For the love and pursuit of his senior sister, Shiratsuka never refused, but enjoyed it. Ever since he entered Dongxuan Mansion and was selected as an inner disciple, he began to know this slightly older and mature senior sister.

I still remember the hard work of cultivating together, climbing mountains and wading through rivers to complete the trial. and then to the cruel process of screening one by one, all of whom were accompanied by this eccentric Lingyin Senior Sister.

No one has ever known what feelings are, and they make people fall into love and fall into inextrication. Maybe it was just that the crowd took a look at him more, and since then his dream has haunted his heart, and he has been a little more worried about his cultivation journey.

"Senior Brother Shiratsuka, treat my sister well, if there is any danger to her, be careful that your head is not protected. A man wearing a white loose robe, a mantle, a thin face with an unkind aura, suddenly whispered in Shiratsuka's ear.

As soon as Shiratsuka's eyes moved, he felt the dangerous feeling of being targeted by a snake and scorpion.

"Brother, get up, don't bully Xiaobai at will. He can only be bullied by me, and no one else can do it. Xuan Lingyin tugged at Xuan Wuling's sleeve robe on the side, and said with the temper of the eldest lady.

"Xiaoyin misunderstood, Brother Wei just exchanged a few words with Senior Brother Bai, and it didn't mean much. Xuan Wuling spread his hands, waved his hands, and left Bai Tsuka's side with a smile on his face.

"Hmph. I know that you are not optimistic about Xiaobai, but I have made up my mind, no one can change it, so you should save your worries. Xuan Lingyin looked at this biological brother fiercely, and the princess-like pampering suddenly appeared.

Shiratsuka shrugged his shoulders and sighed. For this Xuan Wuling Senior Brother, he was deeply jealous. Its people are unfathomable, and there is a cold aura emanating from close contact, as if it is unapproachable self-protection.

And Xuan Wuling and Xuan Lingyin are brothers and sisters of the same mother. The former is extremely protective of the short, and he loves and cares for his sister to the extreme.

When Bai Tsuka met this Xuan Wuling Senior Brother, he was nameless with a heavy pressure.

On the other side, Miss Yao Meng, who was dressed in a blue skirt, was waiting on the side. Trying to get out of the forbidden door behind her most anticipated figure.

It's just that in the end, the most familiar figure hasn't appeared for a long time.

"Isn't he still here?" Yao Xuan was wearing a pale gold robe, standing in the crowd and looking out. But he still couldn't find the figure of Hancao Kou, so he could only ask his sister with a special sigh.

"Nope. I don't know where he went, and there was no response along with the notes. Asked how grand the meeting was, and he had rushed back along with the ancestor's personal disciples, what reason did he have not to come back? Maybe he had suffered some calamity, right?" Invisibly, Yao Meng had a delicate and fragile expression on his face, and his eyes were nameless and moist for nearly half.

"Isn't the natal card good? Don't worry too much. Thinking that he can reach today's realm with a five-spirit root qualification, he naturally has an opportunity that belongs to him. Don't worry, Jiren has his own nature. Yao Xuan took a deep breath and prayed in his heart that his distant friend would not have an accident.

On the side, the white robe and the scholarly appearance of the bun were obviously seeing the delicate face of Miss Yao Meng. sighed a few times in my heart, but I couldn't help it.

Han Meng's girl, whose face was covered with silk scarves, tried her best to find it in the crowd, but she couldn't see that annoying and memorable familiar figure. I don't know if something happened to him.

It's been some years since he entered the immortal cultivation realm, and there are few people who say that his confidant friend Han Caokou is rare. At the time of his disappearance, the one who could think about him was probably Yao Xuan, who grew up together. In addition, there is Yao Meng, a wife who has always loved her.

As time passed, the Question Conference was successfully opened, and many monks of the Spiritual Formation period traveled to strange places together to find their unknown opportunities.

The picture turns back to a desert place in the middle of the house.

At this moment, somewhere in the desert, a small space was hollowed out by the nameless. The surrounding yellow sand was blocked by a layer of magic, and a small cave was formed inside.

There was a round table in the cave mansion, on which were sprinkled with more than a dozen white jade bottles, from which many pills flowed out and fell to the ground.

There was a white jade bed next to it, and the cold grass was already stripped naked, and only a white scarf was wrapped around his lower body. The hole in his chest had stopped bleeding, but it couldn't cover the huge hollow wound.