"Heart Refining Sword Sutra", the basic law decision of the disciples who entered the room of Anduguan.

Generally speaking, according to the division of the school of practice, almost all the major sects have a main lineage and a branch lineage.

And for each side of the Dao lineage, the disciples are mostly divided into three categories: personal transmission, entry into the room, and registration.

Named disciples, it is easy to understand, and they are not recognized by the master as official apprentices, but they just give some advice for various reasons.

For example, Xuanyuan accepted Hua Jiming as a registered disciple for three reasons: first, he cherished his talent and didn't want his junior high school spiritual ability to be buried; second, his dedication to seeking the Tao was firm; third, Sun Laohan's request,

However, although there were many reasons to accept Hua Jiming as a registered disciple, what Xuan Yuan was able to do was only to teach him some refining martial arts.

If nothing else, Xuanyuan may teach him some breathing and breathing techniques in the future, and even some ordinary spells—but that's all.

And personal disciples, as the name suggests, refer to those disciples who have received the personal guidance of the master.

As a continuation of the lineage of the sect, the disciple of the personal lineage is often able to learn the true skills of the Dao lineage in which he is located. The most outstanding of them can be regarded as heirs to the mantle.

As for the disciples, they refer to the disciples who have gone through the complete apprenticeship process and have been officially accepted by the sect.

Compared with the personal disciples, the main difference between them and the former is that they did not worship in the court of a certain senior master in the sect, and they could not receive the personal teaching of the seniors.

However, the fact that he did not enter the sect does not mean that the disciples who enter the room cannot receive any guidance.

At a fixed time every month, the sect will send someone to preach and answer the doubts of the disciples in their practice.

These people may be the eldest disciples of a certain school in the sect, or they may be a certain idle master with profound cultivation, or they may even be the masters of a certain vein in the sect.

As the grassroots of the sect, the disciples are often the backbone of the sect.

Of course, the names of these "main lineages and branch lineages", "personal disciples, in-house disciples and registered disciples" can only be seen in some major sects such as Guiyuanguan and Lanshan Qintai.

The temples of the descendants of small families like Qing Micro are basically in the same lineage. At the moment, it's not that elaborate.

The "Heart Refining Sword Sutra" in front of him, as the basic law decision of the disciples of Anduguan, naturally has its own uniqueness.

Refining the sword with the heart, using the divine sword, through the unique method, you can easily lay your own mental imprint on the magic sword.

Isn't this a method just right to alleviate one's embarrassing situation?

He had a top-notch magic-level frost descending magic sword, but because he didn't have a corresponding magic technique, he repeatedly wanted to make a mark, but he was repeatedly rejected by the unique formation patterns on the sword.

This also leads to the fact that every time you use a magic sword, you have to spend a lot of mana - even if you spend a lot of mana, all you can attract is only part of the formation of the magic sword!

The power of the algorithm sword is not bad, but such a thing with half the result is really depressing.

And now, I have finally found a possible solution to this problem!

Xuanyuan couldn't wait to continue turning the pages of the book, and what came into view was a visualization map.

The background of the visualization map is inky black, and on the inky black background picture, a pure white sword is displayed.

Quietly staring at the visualization map, Xuanyuan immersed himself in his mind, and after a while, closed his eyes. In an instant, the Dao Sword dissipated from his eyes, but it immediately appeared in his mind.

The Dao Sword is three feet sharp, the shape is simple and simple, and it exudes an inexplicable meaning.

It is the silence of silence, the coldness and awe-inspiring snow of thousands of miles, and the dead silence and depression of all things. Xuanyuan seemed to be in a white vastness.

The world is quiet, the wind and frost are sprinkled, and the unspeakable loneliness arises spontaneously from the bottom of the heart.

The mind was touched, and the divine consciousness was swaying and pulling, and unconsciously, began to outline the complete picture of the Dao Sword by itself.

Strands of silk, slowly intertwined. The details of the Dao Sword gradually appeared, lifelike, and Xuan Yuan could even see a small character as thin as a mosquito and fly on the hilt of the sword: 鼕.

At the same time, in reality, the cold light of the Frost Descending Sword flashed, flew out of the sleeve robe on its own, and floated seven inches in front of Xuanyuan, three feet on the ground.

Then a stream of water only the hilt of the sword appeared, and gradually slashed across the entire sword body, and finally turned into a wisp of sword qi aimed at Xuanyuan's fingertips and stabbed.

A drop of crimson blood appeared, as if it was being pulled by something, and it actually merged into the center of the sword body of the Frost Descending Magic Sword on its own. At the moment of blending, the lines of the road appeared, and then quickly disappeared.

In this way, the Frost Descending Sword seemed to be activated, and the entire sword body exuded a cold aura that was far ten times greater than before, and a close connection extended from the sword body to Xuanyuan's mind.

However, in a minute or two, Xuan Yuan completely controlled the Frost Descending Magic Sword.

The Dao Sword in the Purple Mansion finally took shape, however, just as it was about to take root in the Purple Mansion, Xuanyuan's Purple Mansion suddenly shook violently, and a three-treasure jade Ruyi slowly emerged from the void.

It's still a vague general outline, it's still vague and erratic, it's as mysterious as ever.

As if to declare sovereignty, Sanbao Yuruyi trembled slightly, and suddenly, a trace of vast ancient aura was released from it.

In an instant, everything was silent, everything was snowing, everything was withering, and everything was turned into ashes! Before the Pure White Dao Sword could resist, it was directly crushed to pieces!

His consciousness escaped, Xuanyuan's face turned pale, his expression was sluggish, and he woke up from his vision.

And the suspended Frost Descending Sword was affected, and suddenly the array pattern was magnificent, and a red blood line emerged from the sword, as if it wanted to force Xuanyuan's essence blood out again.

How could Xuanyuan let it go!

Strong spirit, Xuan Yuan's eyes flashed, mana gathered in the palm of his hand, and a slap was placed on the sword body, and at the same time, relying on the remaining bit of control, Xuan Yuan tried his best to suppress the resistance of the magic sword.

Even after the elimination belt was hit, the magic sword brilliance suddenly dimmed by seven points, and the speed of blood overflow also decreased sharply.

However, at the same time that the magic sword was slapped in the face, Xuanyuan was also affected. Qi and blood surged, and Xuan Yuan almost couldn't control the magic sword in his hand that was constantly struggling.

Biting the tip of his tongue, Xuanyuan's eyes were clear again, and he took this opportunity to spray the essence blood on the tip of his tongue until the frost fell.

Stimulated by this, the resistance of the magic sword became more and more intense, and the silver-blue light of the Dao Dao erupted out, like the pure moonlight pouring out of the nine heavens.

Put up a desperate struggle!

Xuan Yuan's eyes flashed, regardless of the fact that he would also be damaged, he increased his mana again to tightly imprison the magic sword. At the same time, as soon as he bit the tip of his tongue, a large amount of essence blood turned into a rain of blood and sprayed towards the sword body.

Xuanyuan's face suddenly looked like gold paper, he was dizzy for a while, and he almost fainted.