In my later years, when I attained the Holy Body, I can travel through the prehistoric world

Chapter 215 The treasure is made in heaven and is destined for me!

Walking towards the place where the colorful light appears, the fragrance in the air becomes stronger and stronger. This is undoubtedly the best guide.

"It seems that the innate spiritual root is about to mature, that's why there is such a vision!" Yang An thought to himself.

In the world of Zhetian, the elixir has spirituality. If the elixir is deliberately hidden, ordinary people will not be able to discover the elixir at all.

Moreover, the elixir can fly into the sky and escape from the ground very quickly. Even if ordinary people find the elixir, they still cannot catch it.

In the prehistoric world, the innate spiritual roots are even worse. If you deliberately cover yourself up, even the Golden Immortal will have difficulty detecting it.

He has been in Wuyi Mountain for a long time, but he has not been able to find any abnormalities. It is obviously that the innate spiritual root is covering himself.

But when the innate spiritual roots mature, strange phenomena will appear, and the means of covering oneself will naturally become ineffective.

It was luck. If the innate spiritual root had not matured, he would probably have gained nothing even if he stayed in Wuyi Mountain for a long time.

After going deep into Wuyi Mountain for a while, a cliff appeared in front of him, and Yang An's eyes quickly focused on a small tree.

The small tree is about three feet tall and its trunk is three feet thick. It looks like a horned dragon and is rooted on the cliff.

At this time, the small tree was emitting colorful light, and the strange fragrance filling the air was also emitted from the small tree.

"You can't find anything even if you wear iron shoes. It takes no effort to get it! You are destined to be destined for me!" Yang An said with a smile.

The small tree in front of him was the innate spiritual root in Wuyi Mountain. In fact, he had known about this innate spiritual root for a long time, otherwise he would not have come to Wuyi Mountain.

This innate spiritual root is called Wuyishan Dahongpao. It is an innate tea tree and its value is inestimable.

As far as he knows, the efficacy of Wuyishan Dahongpao should be similar to that of the ancient tea tree for enlightenment. Just use the tea leaves to make tea, and you can have the effect of enlightenment.

However, Wuyishan Dahongpao has innate spiritual roots after all. Even the enlightened ancient tree tea that came to the prehistoric world and transformed, is probably not as good as Wuyishan Dahongpao.

It is no exaggeration to say that if he could obtain this Wuyishan Dahongpao plant and use its tea leaves to refine elixirs, he would surely have extraordinary effects.

If taken during practice, even for golden immortals, it may have a certain effect, and it can even immerse them in a deep state of enlightenment.

If he is brought back to Zhetian World, it will be a great help for his cultivation, both for his body and for Ye Fan and others.

"I didn't expect that there is an innate spiritual root in Wuyi Mountain. It seems that this thing is destined to be with me!"

Just as Yang An was thinking, a voice rang in his ears, causing him to look behind him.

A figure slowly walked over, and upon closer inspection, he saw that it was a fat man with a smile on his face, wearing a cassock and with a big bald head.

"Fellow Taoist, do you know the principle of first come, first served? I discovered this innate spiritual root first!" Yang An said in a deep voice.

The fat man in front of me said as soon as he arrived that he was related to the Dahongpao of Wuyi Mountain. Isn't this a declaration of sovereignty?

He searched for more than half a month in Wuyi Mountain, and finally found the Wuyi Mountain Dahongpao. How could it be possible for someone else to get there first?

"The benefactor's words are wrong. The treasure is made in heaven, and a virtuous person can live in it. I counted it with my fingers and found that this thing is obviously destined for me!" the man said.

As he spoke, a powerful aura appeared on his body, and he was pressing towards Yang An.

Yang An frowned slightly. From what the fat man in front of him said just now, he seemed to already know the other party's identity.

"Are you a disciple of the Western Sect?" Yang An said in a deep voice.

No matter what good thing you see, you always say that it is destined to you. Isn’t this the proper Western way of doing things?

As far as he knew, the land in the West was barren, and disciples of the Western Sect often came to the east to enjoy the autumn breeze, even the two saints of the Western Sect.

He didn't expect to be bumped into by him today, but when the autumn wind hit him on the head, he didn't care whether the other person was a Western disciple or not.

"You do have some knowledge. I am Maitreya, a disciple of the Western Sect, and I learn from Saint Zhunti!" Maitreya said proudly.

He knew something about the saint's disciples, but the man in front of him was obviously not among the saint's disciples.

It's just a nameless casual cultivator. Even if he has some knowledge, how can he compete with him for the innate spiritual root in front of him?

In his opinion, as long as he gave his name, the other party would know that he was a disciple of the saint and would definitely retreat in spite of the difficulties.

"Disciple of the saint? What a great charisma, but I still say the same thing, everything must come first, first served!" Yang An said.

If he were a disciple of the Chan Cult, he might be a little wary. After all, the saints of the Chan Cult were famous for protecting their shortcomings.

But the Maitreya in front of him is a disciple of the Western Sect. Even if he is a direct disciple of Saint Zhunti, so what?

This is not an era when Western religions are flourishing. It is also a period of apotheosis. The hands of Western religions cannot reach the East for the time being.

"Hmph! You, a casual cultivator, are so clueless, but you don't know that this is already the way to death!" Maitreya said in a deep voice.

After the casual cultivator in front of him found out that he was a disciple of the saint, not only was he indifferent, he even became so forceful, which was simply too much of a deception.

Does this mean that he, a Western disciple, is not being taken seriously? Or do they not take their Western saints seriously?

A cold light flashed in his eyes. He was just a casual cultivator. Even if he killed him, it wouldn't be a big deal. "A way to die? I want to learn the clever tricks from Western disciples!" Yang An said disdainfully.

Feeling Maitreya's oppressive aura, he actually saw that Maitreya was just a mysterious immortal.

The disciples of the Western Sect are indeed incomparable with the disciples of the Chan Sect. Maitreya is obviously a direct disciple of the saint, but now he is just a mysterious immortal.

Such qualifications are not considered top-notch. Among the saint disciples, Maitreya's cultivation is definitely ranked at the bottom.

He is also a mysterious immortal now, and Maitreya just relies on his reputation as a disciple of a saint, so he cannot scare him.

"Hmph! Since you don't know whether to live or die, I will help you!" Maitreya said coldly.

The person in front of him has successfully made him angry. If he doesn't teach the person in front of him a lesson, how can he lose face?

What's more, an innate spiritual root is right in front of him. If he can bring this innate spiritual root back to the Western religion, he will definitely be praised by his master.

He raised his hand and waved, and a cloth bag appeared in the air. The bag opened and faced the casual cultivator.

The next moment, a strong wind hit, and Yang An suddenly felt a terrifying attraction, pulling himself towards the bag.

"How dare you be so arrogant with just an acquired magic weapon!" Yang An said disdainfully.

He didn't use any magic weapon. He raised his hand and punched, gathering all his strength to hit the bag.

In an instant, incredible power emerged, hitting the bag in the middle and knocking it away.

Maitreya was slightly shocked. His cloth bag was called a human race bag. Although it was only an acquired magic weapon, it was very powerful and could swallow the sky and the earth.

As long as ordinary people are suppressed by the human race bag, they will be included in the human race bag immediately. No matter how they break free, there will never be any effect.

The man in front of him actually knocked his human seed bag away with just one punch. This was definitely not something that ordinary cultivators could do.

Of course, he was just a little surprised. As a disciple of a saint, it was naturally impossible for him to have only this ability and not lose his sense of proportion.

He raised his hand and pointed, and the human race bag flew out again, and the power of devouring and suppressing became stronger. At the same time, he took out a golden cymbal with his other hand.

The golden cymbal flew out, quickly grew in size, and covered the entire sky in a blink of an eye. Then it quickly fell from the sky and suppressed the rogue cultivator.

Yang An's face was still full of disdain. In his eyes, although Maitreya's cultivation level was comparable to his, his methods were really clumsy.

From the methods used by Maitreya, it is easy to see that Maitreya mostly relies on magic weapons when he takes action, and does not reveal anything special about himself at all.

Thinking about it, a disciple of a saint like Maitreya who follows the saint rarely has the opportunity to fight with others.

Even if they compete with each other, the best they can do is to point out the points. Using magic weapons to fight should be a common method among disciples of saints.

In his opinion, there is nothing wrong with relying on magic weapons. Magic weapons are also part of one's own strength and can also reveal one's own abilities.

If the magic weapon in Maitreya's hand is an innate spiritual treasure, there is nothing to say. Facing the innate spiritual treasure, he can only avoid the edge temporarily.

But what Maitreya took out at this time was not a treasure, but just two acquired magic weapons. What power could they have?

Facing the pincer attack between Bu Dai and Jin Nao, he still did not dodge, raised his fist, and chose the most direct direct confrontation.

"Boom!"

After a loud noise, in Maitreya's incredible eyes, the golden cymbal and the human race bag were knocked away by the casual cultivator again.

Maitreya's expression suddenly changed. Who is this person in front of him? He can actually defeat his two magic weapons with his fists?

Could it be that the person in front of me is a strong man from the Witch Clan?

In the prehistoric world, I am afraid that only the Witch Clan has such a powerful body that can use it to defeat magic weapons.

However, no matter how he looked at it, the person in front of him was not a witch, but he was certain that the person in front of him was definitely not a casual cultivator.

"Who are you?" Maitreya said in a deep voice.

No matter how slow he was, he had already understood at this time that the person in front of him must have some special origin to have such strength.

This is actually not difficult to guess. After the shocking battle between the two Lich clans, the remaining strong men in the ancient world are basically all named.

"Aren't you a disciple of a saint? You might as well take a guess!" Yang An said disdainfully.

Although they are both Xuanxian, he has experienced the shocking battle between the Lich and the Demon Clan, and has fought against the strong men of the Demon Clan.

A disciple of a saint like Maitreya has not experienced much fighting at all. His cultivation is not weak, but his strength is only meager.

"Hmph! You are so arrogant, are you really not afraid of being blamed by the saint?" Maitreya said coldly with a gloomy expression.

He had never thought that the man in front of him was so powerful. He was able to defeat two of his magic weapons with just his fists. If he used magic weapons, what would happen?

As a last resort, he could only display the mountain of saints and look around the entire prehistoric world. No one dared not to give face to the saints.

"This is my territory in the east. Even a saint can't overstep his bounds!" Yang An said.

(End of this chapter)