I have all kinds of magical powers

The blood-robed man was so happy that he didn't set up defenses against the junior sister in front of him. He raised his hand and took it up. After a closer look, he was surprised. "It's a ground cloud fungus, which is not bad." Suddenly, the Ganoderma lucidum in his hand changed and turned into a stream of yellow water, which went straight to his wrist. The sudden change made the blood-robed man unable to react for a while. When the yellow water touched his wrist, a "hissing" sound came out. A piercing pain came out, and a pair of palms were instantly corroded by the Yellow Spring Water and turned into bones in the blink of an eye. This made him react immediately, and he stepped forward and retreated wildly.

When he raised his head, there was no junior sister.

There was only a young man in a white robe, looking at him coldly, and several wind blades shot towards his body.

"Puff!"

"Puff!"

The blood-robed man was blown away by the wind blade, and wanted to control the blood-killing knife to fly out, but found that there was no way to summon it. His hands could not control the blood-killing knife at all at this moment.

In desperation, he opened his mouth and spit out a few "swoosh" sounds, and three blood-colored rays shot out like lightning, shooting towards Lin Chen.

Upon closer inspection, they were three blood-colored flying needles, which were obviously tempered magic hidden weapons.

Lin Chen flicked his robe sleeves, and a large area of ​​golden light was swayed. When the flying needles approached, they were immediately fixed by this golden light.

He moved his wrist and waved his palm lightly, and the three blood needles were immediately thrown out.

Then he looked at the blood-robed man, his eyes flashed fiercely, and he added a few more wind blades without hesitation. After a few screams, he completely killed him.

He quickly took off several storage bags on his body and hung them on his waist.

He put the blood knife and the blood needles into the storage bag.

After finishing, he flicked his right hand without hesitation, and a fireball popped out, burning it to ashes.

He turned around, quickly harvested the smoke grass, and immediately flew to other places.

At the same time, the entire Yinwu Valley ushered in a large-scale killing. Various powerful characters showed their fangs and began to purge the weak monks.

In the past few days, everyone has accumulated a lot of spiritual herbs, and it is time to harvest them.

Speaking of which, the disciples who enter the Yinwu Valley can be roughly divided into three categories.

No matter when, the majority are always weak cultivators. They enter the secret realm with the idea of ​​luck, or intend to fish in troubled waters, but often after entering, the number of casualties is the largest.

The second type is the family cultivators with average or superior strength, who have the support of their elders and various magical instruments to protect themselves, and their overall strength is not weak.

The last type is the real tiger, who is very strong in itself and has made sufficient preparations. Some even stay at the peak of Qi Refining for seven or eight years just to be able to come in and get more resources.

After they came in, they didn't even focus on picking spiritual herbs, but waited for the fat sheep to eat their fill before harvesting.

After all, there are only a few people like Lin Chen who can have magic weapons and many magical powers to protect themselves in the Qi Refining period.

......

After running more than ten miles, Lin Chen found a hidden tree hole and went straight in.

This tree hole was very dry and about ten feet in size. Lin Chen sat cross-legged and recovered his consumed spiritual power first.

Only then did he have the heart to check the spoils of this battle.

He reached for his waist with his left hand, and seven or eight storage bags were placed in front of him, as well as a spirit beast bag.

Lin Chen first classified all the spirit herbs. When he listed the total number, even he was shocked.

There were more than fifty hundred-year-old spirit herbs, more than twenty two-hundred-year-old spirit herbs, and only four three hundred-year-old and above spirit herbs.

However, even with so many, only one-third of the spirit herbs could be exchanged for foundation-building pills, which could be exchanged for about three pills.

Lin Chen's eyes moved, and he put the spirit herbs for the foundation-building pills into a separate storage bag, and put half of the remaining spirit herbs into a separate storage bag.

He raised his hand and threw it into the space between his eyebrows.

After he built his foundation, he still had to practice alchemy, so he naturally had to take this opportunity to prepare more.

Next came the magic weapons, a blue short ruler, a blood-killing knife, three blood-colored long needles, and a few flying swords and defensive shields of average quality.

This should be the brother

The two sisters got something from other places.

Lin Chen thought for a while, and only took the bloody knife. When he held it in his hand, a strong smell of blood came to his face.

This knife is more than two feet long, and the handle is thick and slightly curved, which is very suitable to hold in the hand.

The blade is wide and sharp. I don’t know what material it is made of. There are also some small holes on it.

It seems that it is these that can, after being activated, not only ignore certain protective shields, but also absorb the enemy’s essence and blood.

He pondered for a while, threw the bloody knife into the air with one hand, and his eyes focused, pouring his spiritual power into the blade.

Finding the spiritual mark contained in this magic weapon, he flicked his finger and a green light shot out.

After the monk died, the spiritual mark left on the magic weapon would be much weaker, but it didn’t take much effort to wipe it off smoothly.

Then he put his own spiritual mark on it, and then he successfully put it into his pocket.

After the spiritual herbs and magic tools were sorted out, the remaining things about the skills and secrets were also sorted out and put into the storage bag separately, and temporarily stored in the space between the eyebrows.

Finally, Lin Chen picked up a black cloth bag, through which he could feel the breath of life.

This is the spiritual beast bag used by the beast taming monks, and he also has one.

When he went to the spiritual secret realm before, he also deliberately practiced the beast taming technique, but unfortunately, he did not find a suitable spiritual egg in the end.

He pointed to the spiritual beast bag with one hand, and a yellow light flew out and landed in front of him. It was the soul-seeking rat.

This soul-seeking rat is just a first-level middle-grade spiritual beast. The grade is not high, but it is also very useful for treasure hunting.

Lin Chen is ready to subdue it.

The yellow soul rat is looking at the strange monk in front of it, squeaking uneasily, and wants to escape everywhere.

He pointed with one hand and said softly.

"Fix!"

A golden light shot out from the fingertips, and it was immediately fixed in place.

Lin Chen held the soul-seeking rat in front of him, and after making sure that it could not move, he put it on the ground.

He raised his right hand, put two fingers together, and gently drew a magic circle around the soul-seeking rat. Green spiritual power emerged and firmly trapped it.

Then he closed his eyes and began to calm down and regulate his breathing.

This was the first time he had subdued a spirit beast, and there was only one soul-seeking rat, so he had to be more cautious.