I have all kinds of magical powers

The old man was very busy, but he was still busy.

Lin Chen walked around all the large spiritual pill shops in the center of the market, and it was exactly the same as Wu Qingyue said.

It is not easy to collect spiritual pills for a few years of cultivation in the market nowadays.

However, it is also very likely that these spiritual pill shops are taking the opportunity to make a fortune and quietly selling spiritual pills to the black market. After all, no one would dislike the small number of spiritual stones in their hands.

After looking for a while, Lin Chen sighed and bought more than a dozen bottles of spiritual pills. According to his own speed of taking one pill a day, he would take three bottles a month.

These are barely enough for half a year.

Taking the medicine can reduce the poison caused by taking the elixir, and the daily morning glow and the moonlight at night can eliminate the side effects of taking a large amount of elixir as much as possible.

It can prevent his body from developing resistance to a certain type of elixir.

If it were not for the interaction between the power of the elixir, taking the medicine, and the nine-breath breathing, he would not have been able to advance from the first level of foundation building to the seventh level of foundation building in such a short period of time with the qualifications of the five spiritual roots.

If he wanted to retreat for a few years, he would have to prepare at least a hundred bottles of elixir. He didn't know how many markets he would have to go to to get enough.

He secretly complained a few words in his heart, his face full of depression. After looking around, he found an inn and stayed there temporarily, waiting for the arrival of night.

......

After a few hours, the bright moon was hanging high, and the cold moonlight was sprinkled down, adding a bit of coolness to the streets.

The number of cultivators in Lixuanfang City increased instead of decreasing. The number of foundation building cultivators on the street became strangely more, and each of them was in a hurry.

There were also many cultivators with sinister faces, carrying a strong bloody aura.

Lin Chen stood in front of the window on the second floor of the inn, looking around the street below, and came to a conclusion.

After a pause, he prepared the spirit stones, went straight out of the inn, went into the street, and walked towards the northeast corner of the market.

Lin Chen silently watched the various cultivators he met along the way, and walked quickly towards a certain place.

After walking for a full quarter of an hour, he stopped at the northeast corner of the market.

What came into view was a dark barren mountain, with an ordinary stone wall in front of it. Under the moonlight, it can be seen that the stone wall is full of silt and moss, and there is really nothing special.

If it weren't for the black market marked by the jade slip in his hand, I'm afraid I wouldn't have noticed it if I passed by here.

According to Wu Qingyue, this black market is held underground, and there are more than a dozen different entrances in the market, just to avoid attracting attention due to excessive crowding of cultivators.

Lin Chen reached for his waist with his left hand and took out a green sound transmission note. His lips moved and he said a few words to it.

He pinched it with one hand and injected a little spiritual power into the sound transmission note with his fingertips. Then he raised his hand and threw it towards the stone wall.

"Whoosh!"

After a flash of green light, the sound transmission note disappeared into the stone wall.

After a short while, some ripples like water waves appeared on the ordinary stone wall. Then two foundation-building monks came out, one thin young man and the other middle-aged man.

The moment the thin young man saw Lin Chen, he glanced at his cultivation level, and immediately smiled lightly and bowed.

"According to the rules of the black market, you need to pay one thousand spirit stones to enter. I hope you can forgive me!"

Hearing so many spirit stones, Lin Chen frowned and felt a little painful. It was enough to buy a bottle of good elixir.

The price of one thousand spirit stones is really not cheap, but since he came here, he didn't mean to turn around and leave.

He reached for his waist, took out ten medium-grade spirit stones and threw them over.

The young man took the spirit stones, exchanged glances with the middle-aged man next to him, then stretched out his hand and pinched the magic formula, gently tapped the stone wall, and a blue light flashed on the stone wall, rippling it. He then said politely.

"Daoyou, please come in~"

As he spoke, the two walked into the stone wall again.

Lin Chen nodded, silently circulated his spiritual power, rolled his tongue, and the Wu Earth Apricot Yellow Flag was pressed under the tip of his tongue.

After taking good protection, he strode towards the stone wall.

He took a step inside, and it seemed to be a special formation. His face was like being covered with clear water. After cooling down, his eyes suddenly became clear.

It was a bright and wide passage, about a dozen feet long, with lit quartz on both sides.

It could be seen from the light that the ground was paved with long bluestone bricks, which tilted slightly downward.

At the end of the passage was a black iron gate, about ten feet high.

The three of them walked straight in.

They walked towards the gate, and after a few breaths, the three of them arrived in front of the gate.

"There is only one rule in the black market, no violence, no forced buying and selling. This is the case within three miles of the black market. I hope you will remember it."

The thin young man introduced it quickly, and then he and the middle-aged man pinched a few spells and hit the iron gate.

Accompanied by a creaking sound, the door opened.

Lin Chen strode in, and after entering, he quickly scanned the surroundings. This place seemed to be transformed from a huge underground cave.

The surrounding stone walls were densely packed with formations, glowing with some spiritual light.

What came into view was an extremely prosperous trading square, which was more than ten miles in size, obviously a small market.

Some stalls were neatly placed around the square, arranged in rows, for the convenience of monks to choose.

Crowded foundation-building monks walked back and forth here. When they saw something they wanted, they squatted down and asked a few questions in a low voice.

Some of them even wore ghost masks, gray cloaks and the like to cover their faces.

Even the monks in the early stage of foundation-building were rare, and most of them were monks in the middle and late stages of foundation-building.

At the entrances of this trading square, there were several ordinary stone houses, which faintly revealed some golden elixir stage aura.

Lin Chen was stunned. This place was more than ten times busier than the Lixuanfang Market during the day. Could it be that all the monks were active at night?

He raised his foot and walked a few steps towards the stalls, and soon understood something.

The aura of the spiritual tools on these stalls was mixed, and some even showed signs of damage and wear.

And those stall owners could see the bloody aura at a glance, so it was very likely that they were obtained from other monks, not refined.

Lin Chen walked around these scattered stalls, most of which were stalls selling spiritual tools or spiritual objects.

He did not see any stalls selling spiritual pills. After thinking for a while, he walked towards the center of the square. There were some small shops there, and he thought that they would have what he wanted.

It is not something that can be learned overnight to refine spiritual pills. Among the casual cultivators, there are even fewer alchemists who can refine spiritual pills.