Chapter 241 Thousands of Silk Leads, Locking the Spirit Bottle
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 angry 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 tomb guard.
Countless spiritual threads intertwined into a strange-shaped treasure vase in the air!
This vase not only has a strange shape, but its internal structure is extremely complicated. It is at least a hundred times more complicated and profound than the flame furnace where the seven transformations of the Yuan Fire condense.
The old man guarding the tomb was trapped in it and couldn't break free.
He attacked frantically, hitting all parts of the Spirit Silk Vase until it kept protruding, but he couldn't break it.
Those raised areas were quickly restored.
All the attacking and killing power was neutralized by the strange structure of the Spirit Silk Bottle.
"Impossible! You, what are you doing!"
The old man guarding the tomb shouted in shock.
As a former Jindan monk and a high-ranking member of Tianwujing, he has also been exposed to many magical powers and secrets.
But I have never seen anything so evil.
The structure of the treasure bottle condensed by spiritual threads was terrifyingly tough. More importantly, the spiritual silk treasure bottle seemed to have the ability to seal. After he was trapped inside, the power in his body was suppressed invisibly.
Moreover, the Aquarius is still shrinking, and its suppressive force on him is getting stronger and stronger.
"There is no need to struggle. This Qiansi Yin is the Yunling Clan's specialty, especially the condensed spirit-locking bottle, which is used by them to lock and seal the true spirits of the wilderness. Although what I am using now is a simplified version, it can't be used to deal with
I'll give you a try, there should be nothing wrong with you."
Su Yun's face was a little pale. Using Qiansi Ling to condense the spirit-locking bottle, even if he used the simplified version, it would consume a lot of money for him.
As for the truly complete Spirit Locking Bottle, Su Yun, let alone the Xiantian realm, could not use it even if he had condensed the golden elixir.
The Yunling Clan can be regarded as a powerful clan among all the clans in the universe, and its special skill is Qiansi Yin.
Previously, Su Yun's methods of condensing spiritual power into spiritual threads, interweaving large nets, etc. were all superficial uses of Qiansi Yin.
What’s really scary is that Qiansi Yuan can cultivate to great depths and condense a great weapon like the Spirit Locking Bottle!
It is said that the Yunling clan has inherited a total of thirteen types of Qiansiyin Dao weapons.
The method of practicing the spirit-locking bottle was won by Su Yun in a gambling battle with a big boss of the Yunling clan in his previous life.
To deal with the old man guarding the tomb, methods like the Seven Changes of Yuanhuo may not be enough.
But the Soul Locking Bottle is enough to suppress the opponent to death.
"Break it open for me!"
The old man guarding the tomb did not give up yet, and kept waving the bone scepter in his hand, trying to use the power of this magic weapon to break the spiritual silk vase.
Unfortunately, the bone scepter at this time had a dim luster, its spiritual fluctuations were very weak, and it seemed to have fallen into silence.
No matter how he activated it, the spiritual energy in the scepter was like a pool of stagnant water without any ripples.
This is the power of the Soul Locking Bottle.
Locking spirit, locking spirit, can not only lock the spiritual power of monks, but also the spiritual energy of magic weapons will be locked once they are trapped.
The old man guarding the tomb could feel that the power he exerted was getting weaker and weaker, and his heart felt cold.
He knew he was in trouble this time.
At this moment, he calmed down.
"Young master, I can no longer protect you, and I can't wait until the day when you fully wake up. But fortunately, just in case, I arranged for backup so that no one would disturb you.
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The old man guarding the tomb sighed softly and murmured: "This magic weapon is a sacred weapon of our religion and cannot be lost."
After finishing speaking, the old man guarding the tomb shouted loudly, then grabbed the bone scepter with both hands, and his whole body started to tremble.
The next moment, something shocking happened.
The already thin body of the old man guarding the tomb is actually further withering.
Streams of blood flowed crazily from his body to the bone scepter.