"It seems that the innate spiritual root is about to mature, so this strange phenomenon occurs!" Yang An thought to himself.

In the world of Shrouding the World, the elixir of immortality possesses spirituality. If the elixir of immortality is deliberately hidden, ordinary people will not be able to discover it at all.

Moreover, the elixir of immortality can fly into the sky and hide underground at an extremely fast speed. Even if ordinary people find the elixir of immortality, they will not be able to catch it.

In the ancient world, innate spiritual roots are even more powerful than ordinary ones. If one deliberately conceals himself, even a Golden Immortal will find it difficult to detect him.

He had been in Wuyi Mountain for a long time and had not found anything unusual. It was obvious that the innate spiritual root had concealed itself.

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

It was also a matter of luck. If that innate spiritual root had not grown to maturity, he would probably have gained nothing even if he stayed in Wuyi Mountain for a longer time.

After going deeper into Wuyi Mountain for a while, a steep cliff appeared before their eyes, and Yang An's eyes quickly focused on a small tree.

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

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

"After searching everywhere for something, I finally found it without any effort! It is destined that you and I are destined to be together!" Yang An said with a smile.

The small tree in front of him was exactly 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 a congenital tea tree with inestimable value.

As far as he knew, the effects of Wuyi Mountain Dahongpao should be similar to those of the ancient tea tree of Wudao. Just by using the tea leaves to make tea, you can achieve the effect of enlightenment.

However, Wuyi Mountain Dahongpao is an innate spiritual root after all. Even if it is the ancient tree tea that has undergone transformation after coming to the prehistoric world, it is probably not as good as Wuyi Mountain Dahongpao.

It is no exaggeration to say that if he could obtain this Wuyi Mountain Dahongpao and use its tea leaves to refine pills, it would definitely have extraordinary effects.

Taking it during cultivation would probably have a certain effect even for Golden Immortals, and could even allow one to immerse oneself in a deep state of enlightenment.

If he brings it back to the world of Zhutian, it will be a great help in the cultivation of both his original body and Ye Fan and others.

"I didn't expect 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 sounded in his ears, causing him to look behind him.

A figure slowly approached. Upon closer inspection, it was a fat man with a smile on his face, wearing a cassock and a big bald head.

“Fellow Daoist, you know the principle of first come first served. I was the first one to discover this innate spiritual root!” Yang An said in a deep voice.

The fat man in front of him said that he had a connection with Wuyi Mountain Dahongpao. Isn't this a declaration of sovereignty? He had been searching for more than half a month in Wuyi Mountain and finally found Wuyi Mountain Dahongpao. How could he let someone else get there first?

"What you said is wrong, donor. Treasures are created by nature and belong to those with virtue. I counted with my fingers and found that this thing is clearly destined for me!" said the man.

As he spoke, a powerful aura emanated from him, and he pressed towards Yang An.

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

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

No matter what good things you see, you say they are destined to be with you. Isn’t this a typical Western religious practice?

As far as he knew, the land of the West was barren, and disciples of the Western religion often came to the East to beg for money, even the two saints of the Western religion did so.

I didn't expect to run into him today, but since he was being bullied, he didn't care whether the other party was a disciple of the Western Religion.

"You have some knowledge. I am Maitreya, a disciple of the Western Religion, and my master is the Saint Cundi!" Maitreya said proudly.

He knew something about the saint's disciples, and the man in front of him was obviously not one of them.

He is just an unknown 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 announced his name, the other party would know that he was a disciple of a saint and would definitely retreat.

"Disciple of a saint? What a big deal, but I still say the same thing, everything has to be first come first served!" Yang An said.

If it was a disciple of the Chan sect, he might have been a little wary, after all, the Chan sect saints were famous for protecting their own people.

But the Maitreya in front of him is a disciple of the Western religion. Even if he is the direct disciple of the Bodhisattva Cundi, so what?

Now is not the time when Western religions are flourishing, it is also the period of conferring gods, and the hand of Western religions cannot reach the East for the time being.

"Hmph! You, a casual cultivator, are so ignorant of your destiny that you don't even know that this is the way to death!" Maitreya said in a deep voice.

After knowing that he was a disciple of a saint, this casual cultivator was not only indifferent, but even so aggressive. It was simply too much.

Does this mean that he doesn't take him, a disciple of the Western Religion, seriously? Or does he not take the saints of the Western Religion 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.

Feeling the oppressive aura of Maitreya, he had actually already realized that Maitreya was just a mysterious immortal.

The disciples of the Western religion are indeed incomparable with the disciples of the two religions of the Orthodox religion. Maitreya is obviously a disciple taught directly by a saint, but now he is only a mysterious immortal.

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

He is also a Xuanxian now. Maitreya can't scare him just by relying on the title of a saint's disciple.

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

The man in front of him had already successfully made him angry. If he didn't teach this man a lesson, how could he save his face? Moreover, there was an innate spiritual root in front of him. If he could bring this innate spiritual root back to the Western Religion, he would definitely be praised by his master.

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

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

“You dare to be so arrogant with just an acquired magic weapon!” Yang An said disdainfully.

He did not use any magic weapon. He raised his hand and punched, gathering all the strength in his body, and hit the cloth bag.

There is no wrong version in the 1619 book forum!

In an instant, with the emergence of incredible power, it hit the cloth bag directly and knocked it away.

Maitreya was slightly startled. Although his cloth bag was called the Human Race Bag and was only an acquired magic weapon, it was very powerful and had the ability to swallow the sky and devour the earth.

Once ordinary people are suppressed by the racial bag, they will be immediately absorbed into the racial bag, and no matter how hard they try to break free, it will be of no use at all.

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

Of course, he was just a little surprised. As a disciple of a saint, it was impossible for him to have only this ability, so he did not lose his composure.

He raised his hand and pointed, and the human bag flew out again, 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 and quickly grew larger, covering the entire sky in the blink of an eye. It then quickly fell from the sky and suppressed the wandering cultivator.

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

It is not difficult to see from the methods used by Maitreya that Maitreya mostly relies on magic weapons when he takes action, and he himself does not show anything special at all.

Come to think of it, a saint's disciple like Maitreya who follows the saint actually rarely has the opportunity to fight with others.

Even if they were to spar with each other, they would only do so to a certain extent at most. Using magic weapons to fight should be a common method used among the saints' disciples.

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 demonstrate one's own abilities.

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

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 attack of the cloth bag and the golden cymbal, he still did not dodge, raised his fist, and chose the most direct head-on confrontation.

“Boom!”

After a loud bang, in front of Maitreya's incredulous eyes, the golden cymbal and the human bag were once again knocked away by the casual cultivator.

Maitreya's expression suddenly changed. Who on earth was this person in front of him who could actually defeat his two magic weapons with just his fists?

Could it be that the person in front of him was a powerful member of the Wu Clan? In the prehistoric world, perhaps only the Wu Clan had such a powerful body that could use its body to fight against magic weapons.

However, no matter how he looked at it, the person in front of him could not be considered a member of the Wu clan, 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-witted he was, he had already understood at this moment that the man in front of him must have some special origin to be so powerful.

This is actually not difficult to guess. After the shocking battle between the wizards and liches, the remaining powerful people in the prehistoric world basically all have names.

“Aren’t you a disciple of a saint? Why not try to guess!” Yang An said disdainfully.

Although he is also a Xuanxian, he has experienced the shocking battle between the wizards and liches, and has fought with the strong ones of the demon clan.

A saint's disciple like Maitreya has not experienced much fighting. His cultivation is not weak, but his strength is just so-so.

"Hmph! You are so arrogant, aren't you 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 strong that he could beat back his two magic weapons with just his fists. If he used magic weapons, what would happen? As a last resort, he could only put on the great mountain of the saint. Looking at the entire prehistoric world, no one dared not to give the saint face.

"This is my eastern territory. Even a saint cannot interfere in my affairs!" Yang An said.

(End of this chapter)