I have all kinds of magical powers

The old man was very happy.

Thinking of this, Lin Chen threw the robe into the air with one hand and controlled it to float.

With a move of his mind, the power of consciousness surged.

Some ripples suddenly appeared on the green robe. It was the power of consciousness left by Heishan, which was hindering his consciousness.

Lin Chen's eyes condensed, and he pinched the magic formula in his hand. He raised his right hand and stretched out his hand.

A green light flew out like lightning, and after working for half an hour, the opponent's mark was wiped out.

Then he flicked his finger and stamped his own consciousness mark, then stood up, shook his body, and changed the green robe.

After waiting for a while, he took out the Five Spirits Sutra and meditated on it for half an hour, then took a jade marrow pill, closed his eyes, and fell into cultivation.

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One month later.

Lin Chen walked out of the attic. When he arrived at the center of the spiritual medicine garden, Song Qingshu, Shui Ru, three foundation-building cultivators of the Song family, and more than a dozen Qi-refining cultivators were already waiting there.

Seeing Lin Chen coming, Song Qingshu began to arrange the tasks.

"Since everyone is here, follow the rules of the inspection. Fellow Daoist Shui Ru will take three Qi-refining disciples to inspect the east."

"Fellow Daoist Lin Chen will go to the south, the seventeenth brother will go to the east, and the eighth sister will go to the west."

"Yes."

Everyone nodded in response, and then took their assigned Qi-refining cultivators and flew into the sky on the cloud.

Lin Chen flicked his robe sleeves, and a ball of green cloud appeared, and he took the three Qi-refining disciples away.

After flying out of the formation, the few people separated again and patrolled in different directions.

Lin Chen flipped his left hand and took out a compass, which clearly showed several small black dots.

It was the spiritual energy of the three Qi-refining monks. If someone was in trouble, it would be shown on the compass.

He stood in the air, swept around, then focused his eyes, released his spiritual sense, and scanned while flying.

Carefully scan every place underground, making sure there were no omissions.

After scanning back and forth several times, the three Qi-refining monks also turned back, and the three returned to a secret sentry outside the spiritual medicine garden.

The secret sentry hid his figure here, and repeated this patrol every other day.

Soon, two months passed, and no accidents happened. Lin Chen returned to the medicine garden with the three Qi-refining monks.

In front of the attic in the spiritual medicine garden, several foundation-building monks of different shapes were waiting for them.

The leader was a late-stage foundation-building cultivator from the Song family, a burly middle-aged man named Song Liming.

Lin Chen stepped down on the cloud, landed on it, bowed to one of them, and said politely.

"Fellow Daoist Song, the next step is up to you. I will go first."

Song Liming nodded, and then took the cultivators behind him and took off without hesitation to patrol the surroundings of the spiritual medicine garden.

Time passed unknowingly, and three years passed in the blink of an eye.

One day, in the attic where Lin Chen was, a series of five-colored spiritual lights were shining one after another.

The nearby spiritual energy also fluctuated suddenly, as if something was going on, and this fluctuation of spiritual power spread to the surroundings.

On the left side of Lin Chen's attic, a female cultivator in a green long skirt walked out of the attic, looked to the right along the fluctuation, and said in surprise after a moment of hesitation.

"How come it's so fast? In three years, he's going to break through a small realm."

She had seen Lin Chen's strength at that time. He was far superior to his peers and could even fight across two small realms.

Now he's going to break through another level of cultivation. Isn't it possible to fight against a Jindan cultivator head-on?

Shui Ru looked at the fluctuations of the spiritual energy around her and muttered silently in her heart.

Little did she know that Lin Chen had already fought against a Jindan cultivator head-on and escaped unscathed.

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In the attic.

Lin Chen pinched the magic formula with both hands, and five-colored lights appeared on his face one after another. After a few hours.

Boom~.

The mysterious orifices all over his body opened up, and the small lake of spiritual liquid in the dantian instantly spread to the surroundings again, increasing by one-fifth or one-sixth.

After waiting for another two days, Lin Chen slowly opened his eyes, exhaled a breath of turbid air, and looked inside the dantian and meridians with his spiritual consciousness. After a circle, he showed joy in his eyes.

"I have completed the eighth level of foundation building! I am not far from the Golden Core stage."

After a moment of excitement, he raised his right hand and calculated slightly.

"It will take another half a month before I can inspect and stabilize my realm."

After muttering a sentence, he closed his eyes and fell into the trap again.

into cultivation.

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One day, at night.

At the edge of the black swamp, a thin monk was wearing a black cloak, and his figure blended into the night.

He carefully controlled a dark cloud to float in the sky, and operated it with a special breathing method, and there was no spiritual power leaking out of his body.

Relying on the cold moonlight, he carefully observed the situation around the medicine garden.

As the distance got closer to the spiritual medicine garden, he pinched his hands, raised his right hand, and wiped his eyes. His eyes lit up with a faint spiritual light, as if he could see through the illusion, and looked into the formation.

After looking at it intently for a few times, he quietly moved away from the coverage of the medicine garden again.

In a dense forest outside the swamp, a cloud descended and strode in.

There were a lot of rustling footsteps in the dense forest.

The black-robed monk looked in front of him, and saw more than 30 foundation-building monks, both men and women, young and old. Most of them were in the early and middle stages of foundation-building, and ten of them were in the late stage of foundation-building.

His eyes flashed, and he bowed to a tall monk and reported.

"Fellow Daoist Feng, Lu has already investigated clearly. There are about a dozen foundation-building monks and hundreds of Qi-refining monks in the medicine garden. No Jindan monks were found, but it may be that they were not detected."

The man surnamed Feng looked a little cold and hoarse.

"Okay, Feng knows. We will attack the Song family's medicine garden together at Chou time tonight. Even if there are Jindan monks, according to the original plan, we can entangle the other party."

"Everyone can get a share."

All the cultivators in the field were excited when they heard this, and their eyes showed greed for the Song family's spiritual medicine garden.

Years of war have caused the price of elixirs and herbs to skyrocket, and these casual cultivators can no longer afford it.

In order to continue practicing, they either have to go to the battlefield of the sea clan and fight with the sea clan, or they can only set their sights on other places.

The full name of the leading man surnamed Feng is Feng Jingyu. He is at the peak of the ninth level of foundation building. He took the risk for a third-level spiritual herb in the Song family's spiritual medicine garden.

In order to get the opportunity to form a pill, he is willing to risk his life.

However, this time he brought about 30 foundation building cultivators to attack the spiritual medicine garden. Even if there is really a Song family Jindan ancestor present, he can still entangle the opponent.

In addition, he has hidden means, so there may be a chance.

Thinking of this, Feng Jingyu couldn't help but look towards the direction of the spiritual medicine garden dozens of miles away.

Then he made intensive arrangements.

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