A combination of Qiankun and Bagua appeared in its mind.

The Vajra Bracelet turned into nine rings, one ring was the center of the formation, and the other eight rings turned into Qian, Kun, Xun, Zhen, Kan, Li, Gen, and Dui.

It circulates in a myriad of ways, changing in countless ways. No matter how it is combined, it can have different uses.

If you use it with all your strength, it will indeed have endless benefits.

It was immersed in it for a long time before coming back to its senses.

"Amazing! Just the infinite combinations alone can allow me to comprehend for countless years!"

"Thank you, Master, for the treasure!"

Dahei knelt down in gratitude.

Shuying, who was standing next to it, looked at Zongshen expectantly.

In front of Shuying, a painting with millions of magical herbs, trees and flowers was emitting brilliance.

"Shuying, the scroll in front of you is called the Myriad Spiritual Plants Picture. It is the most precious treasure of the ancient sect's Spiritual Plant Dao."

"When activated, it can resonate with the power of the surrounding spiritual plants and condense countless life-killing formations."

"It can also transform into countless wood-attributed vitality forces to protect itself."

"Can rival a sixth-level saint!"

Shuying's eyes lit up, and he took the map of all spiritual plants with both hands and was ready to open his mouth to flatter.

"quiet."

Before it could speak, Zong Shen blurted out the magical power of the Ten Thousand Words Mantra.

Shuying calmed down instantly.

This guy's flattery is really disgusting.

The little flower rabbit waiting at the end was already extremely anxious.

It was envious of the treasures obtained by Dahei and Shuying.

"Master put me last, he must not like me."

The little rabbit holding the flower said pitifully, and the flower basket in his hand swayed, scattering countless dewdrops, and suddenly the flowers on the ground bloomed.

It showed a pitiful expression, just like a young wife who had been wronged.

A smile played on Zong Shen's lips.

"How could that be?"

As he spoke, he pointed to the wooden pestle in front of the little flower rabbit that was shimmering with divine light.

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