The Heart-Touching Seal is originally a high-level magic among Maoshan Taoist Techniques.

It is mainly an attack of mental power.

The basic cultivation conditions actually have to reach the sixth level of the mysterious level.

This is still the basic condition, and you may not be able to succeed after practicing.

In Maoshan, there are better talents.

Generally speaking, only the eighth level of the Xuan level can be successfully cultivated.

I want to practice the moving seal successfully under the low-level cultivation level.

Basically not very possible.

But it is not unique. There was an ancestor in Maoshan before.

When he was at the third level of the Xuan level, he successfully practiced.

It can be said that in his era, he dominated the world and achieved supreme reputation in Taoism.

Uncle Jiu taught Nanchen's heart-touching seal.

The first is that Nanchen lacks such remotely controlled spiritual spells.

The second thing is to value Nan Chen's extremely powerful cultivation talent.

But Nanchen's Taoist practice is still low now, only in the yellow rank.

Uncle Jiu just wanted Nanchen to practice and explore, but he didn't think he could learn it.

After all, the difference is too far from the required basic cultivation foundation.

There is also a big gap between the Maoshan ancestor.

But who knew that Nanchen had successfully practiced the Yellow-level Taoist practice and practiced the Heart-Sign.

I was using this touching seal to save myself and kill the three corpses just now.

Such talent, such combat skills and keen fighter capture ability.

Not to mention Taoist Master Simu, even Uncle Jiu was extremely shocked.

I think that I underestimated Nan Chen's talent and underestimated his third disciple.

Such a disciple made Uncle Jiu look extremely excited.

At the Taoist Conference a month later, my disciple will inevitably shine brightly and have the ability to surpass the young leaders of all sects.

As a result, before Uncle Jiu came over, he saw Nan Chen falling to the ground with a "thump" sound, and his breath was still very disordered.

This made Uncle Jiu panic.

He hurried over.

I found that Nanchen had a pale complexion and was weak in spirit.

He kept shouting "Wencai" in his mouth.

Uncle Jiu didn't understand, so he hurriedly asked:

"Nanchen, what literary talent? The literary talent is not here..."

Nanchen consumed too much mental power, felt chest tightness and nausea, and his brain was still "buzzing".

But he continued to speak:

"Master, second senior brother, I'm seriously injured. Go back and save her..."

When Uncle Jiu heard this, his heart skipped a beat and he took a sudden breath.

My two apprentices, Wencai, have poor talent and like to make trouble for him.

But this apprentice is filial and kind.

On weekdays, I wash and serve him water without complaints.

Uncle Jiu has no queen, although he is a master and apprentice.

But Uncle Jiu raised the three of them as his sons.

I was seriously injured when I heard about the article.

Uncle Jiu naturally became worried.

Seeing that Nan Chen was weak, he didn't ask more questions.

He hurriedly greeted Master Simu and Master Ikkyu and said:

"Simu, Master, let's go back quickly..."

The other two nodded.

At the same time, Uncle Jiu carried Nanchen on his back.

Then quickly ran down the mountain.

Uncle Jiu activates the mysterious energy and is very fast.

Taoist Master Simu and Master Ikki also followed him like shadows and ran towards the Yizhuang.

Nanchen leaned against Uncle Jiu's back, feeling dizzy.

Tonight, he really did his best.

Fight against Yin Ling, kill evil spirits, fight against Fusang Onmyoji, sneak attack and assassinate the three corpses.

All of this has already exhausted Nanchen.

He wanted to hold on and wait to return to the charity village with Uncle Jiu and others.

I watched Master Ikki take a break after healing literary talent.

However, the serious consumption of mental power.

With the loss of injuries and the reduction of mysterious energy, his own condition is really not very good.

Finally I couldn't hold on and finally fainted.

The darkness swallowed him and lost consciousness.

After a long time, Nanchen opened his eyes in the darkness.

Find yourself floating in the darkness.

There was a vast dark area around.

Only from afar, you can see a little green ghost fire.

Gradually, he began to approach the ghost fire.

Get closer, get closer.

After reaching a certain distance, Nanchen's face suddenly changed.

He saw the source of the ghost fire once.

It was a familiar altar.

Four black stone pillars, with ghost fires on them.

And the entire altar is carved with strange and ancient runes.

There are four wizards dressed in black robes around the altar.

Seeing this, Nan Chen couldn't help but curse;

His grandmother came to this ghost place again.

This is the seven-minded sect altar that often comes to Nanchen's dream.

After a while, he floated to the center of the altar.

Everything was still familiar around him, except for the altar and four black-robed mages who could not see their faces.

Everything is exactly the same.

I still exist in the black fog situation.

Only one pair of eyes.

As soon as he appeared in the middle of the altar, another black mist floated.

Like him, it was also a cloud of black mist and eyes.

Moreover, there was a layer of haze in front of my eyes, so I couldn't really see it.

Neither of them could speak, they could only look around.

At the same time, black fog surged in front of him.

It seems like the space is distorted.

Holding a bone staff and covering his black robe, the high priest of the Seven Quaternary Sect, walked out of the darkness.
To be continued...