At this time, a light female voice resounded through the mind of the old man guarding the tomb. It was not the woman on the stone lotus who spoke, but a wave of consciousness that was directly transmitted to the old man guarding the tomb.
"Your current state is almost exhausted. Only the Witch God Battle still contains some spiritual energy. By controlling this object, the spiritual energy in it can nourish your body and allow you to survive for a few more years.
..."
The voice became weaker and weaker, and after finishing speaking, silence returned.
The old man guarding the tomb heard the words, nodded, and casually bent down, as if receiving a holy object, holding the scepter with both hands.
"Young master, don't worry, I will continue to hold on and protect you until you regain consciousness! As long as you are still here, there is still hope for our Heavenly Witch Sect!" The old man guarding the tomb tightly held the Bone Power.
Staff, said with a firm tone.
This young master is the most amazingly talented genius in the history of Tianwu Sect. Unfortunately, he was born at the wrong time. In the battle that year, although his body was not damaged at all, he was hit by a divine soul attack and was beaten to pieces.
, and thanks to the sacred weapon Wulian, it has the effect of nourishing the soul.
After so many years of cultivation, the young master's soul has recovered a lot, and is now able to communicate with spiritual consciousness, but it is still far from being completely restored.
the other side.
Su Yun had already absorbed and refined the little blood-colored air wave snake condensed with witchcraft energy.
His whole person's energy level was rising steadily.
The terrifying pressure surged out of his body and continued to wreak havoc.
Although the witchcraft energy he absorbed was not much, the quality was too high. It was condensed by a monk in the golden elixir realm, and it contained a trace of the golden elixir's characteristics.
As this absorption and refining continues, it immediately seems to be the introduction that triggers a qualitative change and sublimation.
Su Yun had already reached the peak of the ninth level of martial arts, but was stuck in the last half step.
And now, he has finally taken that half-step and is about to completely reach the innate realm.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
His body was making a roaring sound, and the energy and blood in his body were surging. Not only was his flesh and blood transforming, but his body was transforming into an innate spiritual body.
Even the power is also changing, and the powerful force flowing throughout the body has now evolved into a mysterious and mysterious spiritual fluctuation.
Spiritual power!
This is the spiritual power that can only be condensed by Xiantian realm monks.
Su Yun stood upright, with strands of spiritual power escaping from the pores on his body.
His entire body was lifted up out of thin air and floated in mid-air.
This is the reason why innate monks can fly in the air.
"Finally, I have stepped into the innate world!"
Su Yun smiled, stretched out his palm, and waved!
Clang!
The sound of swords resounded in the void!
A magnificent sword energy slashed through the air!
Boom!
The large tomb built with the power of a coiled snake was actually cut off by him.
You must know that this large tomb was built with great pains by the old tomb guard. It was built with many solid materials and many ancient formations were arranged. But at this moment, all the arrangements were destroyed by Su Yun's sword!