Magical weapon and magic weapon are just one word apart, but they are fundamentally different.
With his current strength, magic weapons are no longer of much use to him.
If it is a magic weapon, it can also enhance his combat power. In addition, you can also use the Ten Thousand Spirits Treasure Art to capture the aura of the magic weapon and enhance your own cultivation.
But the magic weapon doesn't work.
"Forget it, it's better than nothing."
He can't use these top-level magic weapons himself, but he can give them to others, which is better than being buried underground.
Su Yun waved his hand, and several rays of spiritual power emitted.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
The seven magical weapons buried beside the mummy all rose through the air and flew in front of Su Yun.
"Um?"
Su Yun suddenly let out a light sigh, his eyes did not look at these magic weapons, but fell on one of the mummies.
When he was ingesting the magic weapon just now, the other six mummies showed no reaction. Only the mummy with the name Zhao Kongjing on the wooden sign seemed to have its fingers trembling slightly, and then returned to calmness.
If not for Su Yun's extraordinary spiritual sense, he might not be able to detect it.
"It's interesting. There is still a little bit of vitality left, and it has not been completely wiped out." Su Yun's mental consciousness diverged, and he glanced back and forth and found that there was indeed a little bit of vitality left in Zhao Kongjing's shriveled and skinny body.
It's just that the vitality is so weak that it can't be noticed.
Su Yun walked to Zhao Kongjing's coffin, thought for a while, and suddenly stretched out a finger and touched Zhao Kongjing's eyebrows.
Waves of pure innate vitality are constantly flowing in.
Gradually, the weak vitality in Zhao Kongjing's body grew faintly, and his shriveled body began to tremble slightly.
After a while, Zhao Kongjing's closed eyelids trembled slightly, and then he slowly opened his eyes.
It's just that he seemed to have been silent for too long, and for a while, he didn't seem to be fully awake.
"Your name is Zhao Kongjing?" Su Yun asked.
The confusion in Zhao Kongjing's eyes began to dissipate, and he looked excited. He struggled to sit up, but failed.
His body had decayed. Although Su Yun injected innate vitality into it, which temporarily strengthened his vitality and regained consciousness, his decayed body could not recover.
Su Yun waved his hand and used spiritual power to drag Zhao Kongjing to sit up.
"Are you... from the sect?" Zhao Kongjing looked at Su Yun excitedly, with a hint of longing in his dry and hoarse voice.
"Zong? What sect?" Su Yun frowned.
When Zhao Kongjing saw Su Yun's reaction, the excitement on his face turned into pain and despair.
"It seems that you are not a disciple of our Bailing Sect." Zhao Kongjing said with a sad expression: "After all, we still couldn't wait for someone from the sect to pick us up and return. We can't go back, we can't go back...
"
As the faith he struggled to persist in dissipated, the little vitality remaining in his body quickly dissipated again.
"Wait a moment! I will not hesitate to use up my innate energy to stabilize your vitality and revive you, not just to listen to your two nonsense words. Just hold on for a while, and when I finish asking, you
Die again."
Su Yun pointed again, and the condensed innate vitality continued to be injected into Zhao Kongjing's body, forcibly hanging his life.
Zhao Kongjing regained his composure, looked at Su Yun in confusion, and asked: "You, who are you?"
"I am Su Yun, the clan leader of Guyue Village. I have something to ask you."
"Guyue Village——" Zhao Kongjing was stunned: "Are you a descendant of Su Guyue's lineage? Impossible! Impossible! In the age of the end of the Dharma, even in the abyss of the sea of clouds and the abyss of the earth, our seven
Among the descendants of the lineage, it is rare for a genius to be able to barely reach the innate. Your innate essence is so strong and pure that it is almost as good as mine in the past when I was in my prime."