After reaching the end, I no longer saw rows of stone chambers, only a stone building that looked like a temple.
The stone temple is built solemnly, and there are two stone beasts standing outside that look like lions but not lions, and look like leopards but not leopards.
"Soul-suppressing beast?"
Su Yun was stunned for a moment.
Statues of this kind of soul-soothing beast are usually set up in mausoleums.
He pondered for a moment and walked into the stone temple.
"This is..." After entering, Su Yun was obviously taken aback when he saw the scene in the stone temple.
The scene inside the stone temple is really too weird.
In the very center of the stone temple, there is a thick and strange Teng tree planted, with dense branches extending from the trunk.
The most bizarre thing is that these densely packed rattans are intertwined with each other to form seven lidless coffins, which are neatly placed in a circle around the main body of the tree.
In front of each coffin, there is a wooden sign with the name written on it.
Zhao Kongjing! Li Mingguo! Su Guyue! Zhou Yugu! Li Hanxing! Shen Zhiyin! Wang Dingshen!
When Su Yun saw these names, his expression moved slightly, and he said thoughtfully: "Kongjing Village, Mingguo Village, Guyue Village..."
He discovered that the name on the wooden sign was actually the same as the name of the seven villages.
Su Yun's thoughts changed, he was silent for a while, and then continued to step forward.
As expected, there was a person lying in each of the seven rattan coffins.
However, their bodies have shriveled up, and some have even turned into mummies.
Su Yun also noticed that each body had vine branches piercing into it, as if connecting them to the Teng tree.
"Using the spirit tree's energy to forcefully extend one's life is ultimately in vain."
After Su Yun observed it for a while, he shook his head secretly.
He has already figured out that this is a method used to forcefully extend his life. When his life span is about to expire, he can delay death by absorbing the essence of the spiritual tree and nourishing himself.
This does indeed have the effect of extending your life. If done properly, you can even live for hundreds of years longer.
However, this method has great disadvantages. Once started, it cannot be interrupted and the connection with the spiritual tree must be maintained. The person who continues to live will also fall into a state of the living dead.
Living in this way is actually no different from dying.
And when the essence of the spirit tree itself is exhausted and cannot provide the life-extending person with vitality, then the life-extending person will also die.
Just like the Teng tree in front of me, it looks strong and tall on the outside, but in fact the essence of the plant is about to wither, and it is almost impossible to maintain its own vitality. Naturally, it can no longer help the seven people live.
Su Yun had no interest in studying the seven mummies, but the items buried beside them in the coffins gave him some comfort.
Seven magic weapons!
And there are seven top-notch magic weapons!
The quality is better than Su Yun's small flying sword.
If it were placed before the decline of spiritual practice in the past, if anything spread out, it would cause a group of Xiantian realm masters to compete for it.
"It's a pity that it's just a magic weapon, not a magic weapon."
Su Yun sighed lightly.
Magic 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 lost his consciousness and glanced back and forth on both sides, discovering that there was indeed a little bit of life 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.
"Zongmen?
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.
Can't go back, can't go back..."
As the hard-working belief in his heart dissipated, the little vitality remaining in his body quickly dissipated again.
"Wait a minute! I will not hesitate to waste my innate energy to stabilize your vitality and revive you, not just to listen to these two nonsense words from you.
Just hold on for a little while longer, and then die after I finish asking my questions."
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 this age of the end of the Dharma, even in the abyss of clouds, seas and earth, it is already rare for a genius among our descendants of the Seven Meridians to be able to barely set foot on Xiantian.
Your innate essence is so rich and pure that it is almost as good as mine when I was in my prime."