The old man guarding the tomb was really frightened.
He himself used to be a strong man who condensed the golden elixir. Although the golden elixir has been broken, his previous practice experience is still there. His control of his own spiritual power is far beyond that of the Xiantian realm monks.
But now, he discovered that Su Yun, a guy who had just been promoted to the Xiantian realm, had more sophisticated control over spiritual power than he did.
A trace of spiritual power, controlled by him, condensed into a vast network of spiritual power. The internal structure is changing all the time, which can resolve the impact of external forces, making it impossible for him to break free.
This level of control is simply unbelievable, beyond the cognition of the old tomb guard!
"Break open!"
The old man guarding the tomb roared in fright and anger, and once again activated the bone scepter in his hand, intending to guide the spiritual energy in it and completely destroy the spiritual power network.
If possible, he did not want to use the bone scepter at will, because it would burden him and squander the spiritual energy accumulated in the scepter.
But now the old man guarding the tomb doesn't care much.
However, this time the bone scepter had just lit up, but its terrifying spiritual power had not yet been revealed.
The spiritual power net surrounding him changed instantly, and "spiritual threads" came out one after another, and were tied to the bone scepter.
At this moment, the old man guarding the tomb suddenly felt that his connection with the bone scepter was severed.
The spiritual power that he poured into the bone scepter was actually drawn by those spiritual threads.
The old man guarding the tomb was shocked: "How could it be possible!!"
In all his years of practice, he has never seen such a strange situation.
"In your state of exhaustion, it is difficult to exert any power by using a magic weapon. Moreover, this magic weapon is not your own. Without your own long-term sacrifice and cultivation, using it in front of me is simply...
You are giving me a treasure!"
Su Yun sneered again and again, his spiritual power continued to spread, and more and more spiritual threads were condensed.
He didn't make any cover up at all, he just took the treasure by force in front of the old man guarding the tomb.
From the perfection of body training to the breakthrough to the innate realm, his improvement in strength is beyond the imagination of outsiders.
In addition to condensing his body into an innate spiritual body and transforming the power in his body into spiritual power, more importantly, he can use his spiritual power to operate powerful secret techniques and supernatural powers.
The most basic requirement for most secret techniques and supernatural powers is to be driven by spiritual power.
In the past, Su Yun had no choice, but now as soon as he breaks through, he immediately jumps over the dragon's gate.
When other ordinary warriors are promoted to the Xiantian realm, their strength increases by one level, but Su Yun has improved by at least two, or even three levels.
The old man guarding the tomb, now with his golden elixir shattered and his oil burnt out, was simply not enough to look at in front of Su Yun.
"Damn it!"
The old man guarding the tomb was so frightened and furious that he struggled hard.
Although the bone scepter was still in his hand, it could no longer exert its power, and there was even a risk of it being taken away, which made it difficult for him to remain calm.
No matter what, this sacred weapon of the Sect cannot be lost.
boom!
Powerful Qi burst out from the body of the old man guarding the tomb, and streams of witchcraft spiritual power surged like a raging tide. The power displayed was more than twice as powerful as before.
Obviously, at this moment, the old man guarding the tomb was completely desperate. He no longer cared about his own life and wanted to completely squander his already exhausted energy.
Bang bang bang...
As the old tomb guard pulled hard, the spiritual threads wrapped around his scepter broke one after another.
"Qiansi Yin! Soul Locking Bottle!"
Su Yun's face was expressionless, unmoved at all, and the seals in his hands changed rapidly.
In a moment, countless spiritual threads condensed.
But this time the condensed spiritual threads did not just wrap around the bone scepter, but also enveloped the old man guarding the tomb.