Great Antiquity: Opening Projection Saint Talent

The Daoist Zhunti was also amazed, and was amazed at Jiang Wuchen's profound blessing.

He has been in the western world for so long, but he has not found these two places where magic weapons are born.

After all, before the time of birth, there are secrets to cover up, and it is difficult for saints to discover.

Not to mention the cause and effect of sanctification that Zhun mentions still owes the way of heaven.

"Senior nephew Wuchen, you Fuze, you really don't lose to Senior Brother Sanqing."

The Daoist Zhunti chuckled and said casually.

At the beginning, the quasi-daoist could still laugh.

But when Jiang Wuchen broke the Innate Formation for the tenth time and harvested the opportunity, the Daoist Zhunti's smile gradually disappeared.

"Senior nephew, since you have gained so many opportunities, let's go back to Lingshan, and uncle will preach for you."

Daoist Zhunti really did not dare to let Jiang Wuchen continue to scrape in the West.

There were not many treasures.

If Jiang Wuchen took it away, the West would be even more barren in the future.

As an uncle, Zhunti is not good at grabbing first.

"Uncle Zhunti, this is just the beginning, don't be in a hurry."

Jiang Wuchen waved his hand and said casually.

He hasn't found the six pure bamboos yet, how can he go back so quickly.

These ten harvests are not a big deal.

For Jiang Wuchen, it was equivalent to returning empty-handed.

It's a shame to come back empty-handed with golden fingers.

"Ok?"

Jiang Wuchen appeared in a mountain range and directly broke through the entire mountain range to obtain a Chaos Spirit Crystal.

Seeing Jiang Wuchen take another wave, the Daoist Zhunti suddenly felt blood dripping from his heart.

"If I had known, I wouldn't have hired him."

Daoist Zhunti regretted secretly, and he thought there that Jiang Wuchen was like a treasure scraper, where no grass grows.

When Jiang Wuchen discovered the twelfth innate formation, he forcibly broke it but failed.

"Good stuff!"

Jiang Wuchen's heart moved slightly, and he began to crack the formation.

"boom!"

When the formation was unraveled, a dazzling divine light suddenly rose into the sky, the light of the magic weapon lingered for hundreds of millions of miles, and the atmosphere of the mysterious avenue permeated.

"The best innate spiritual root, bitter bamboo!"

Daoist Zhunti's face was moved, and his eyes were fixed on that Linggen.

"found it!"

Jiang Wuchen was overjoyed, and he was about to take this treasure away.

"Nephew, hold on! This thing is destined for me!"

The Daoist quasi spoke quickly.

"Boom!"

In the next moment, the power of the saint filled the air, and the treasure had already appeared in the hands of the Daoist Zhunti.

"it is as expected……"

Jiang Wuchen shook his head helplessly and muttered to himself.

As one of the ten best innate spiritual roots, Bitter Bamboo has infinite wonderful uses.

It should have been obtained by the quasi-promoting Taoist and refined into six pure bamboos.

This treasure can seal people's six senses and imprison all magical powers.

Once it is enveloped, it is basically like a half-worn general, very powerful.

Therefore, when the Daoist Zhunti saw the bitter bamboo, he could not hold back and took away the bitter bamboo first.

The other treasures were taken away by Jiang Wuchen and could bear it, but this was really unbearable.

"Uncle Zhunti, is it really okay for you to grab a junior's treasure like this?"

Jiang Wuchen embraced his hands, looked at the quasi-daoist in front of him, and spoke slowly.

"Cough cough..."

"Nephew Wuchen, this thing is indeed related to Uncle Shi."

"In addition to this treasure, you can find other treasures in the West, and Shishu can compensate you with other treasures."