I have all kinds of magical powers

The old man was so angry that he was about to die.

Lin Chen was thinking in his mind, and suddenly his face darkened, and his figure disappeared in a flash.

A series of noisy sounds came out, as if several monks with different faces surrounded him.

"Brothers, I met a lone Lingyun Sect disciple, go up..."

"Seeing that he has a lot of storage bags on him, it's a good time to try out the magic weapon I just got..."

"Whip the mountain!"

"Fix!"

"..."

"Ah~"

"This person can actually command a mountain range, what kind of treasure is this, is it a talisman!?"

Boom~

After some deafening sounds came out, everything returned to calm.

Lin Chen reappeared, but he had seven or eight more blood-stained storage bags in his hands.

On the flattened ground, there were several pools of blood.

Lin Chen glanced at the spiritual herbs in the storage bag, shook his head slightly, turned his palm up and down, and a white light flashed.

He threw it into the space between his eyebrows and jumped away in other directions.

As time went by, the spiritual herbs in the hands of the people in the secret realm became more and more abundant, and the fight became more and more tragic.

Even those foundation-building uncles began to lead their disciples to attack each other. For a while, the whole secret realm was filled with smoke.

The road to the entrance of the secret realm was full of traps, formations, and large formations. Even if Lin Chen had the Flame Light Flag to protect himself, he had to act cautiously.

......

Time passed quickly.

Today is the day to leave the secret realm. The cultivators of various sects are all gathered together at this moment, divided into a total of nine large teams.

Everyone's clothes were more or less stained with blood, and there was a strong evil spirit around them.

The disciples of each sect were full of hostility.

Lin Chen was in the Lingyun Sect's team at the moment. Half a month ago, he found Xin Qiushui and Xin Ling, the two siblings.

He mixed into a team of eight or nine people, and then joined several scattered teams.

After the team gathered 20 or 30 people, they gathered their strength to rush through the many traps on the road and came to the entrance of this secret realm, waiting for the subsequent opening.

......

Outside the Yinwu Valley Secret Realm, the Jindan monks of various sects who had been waiting outside the secret realm for a long time finally took action.

The man from the Xuehe Sect stretched out his hand and threw the blood pagoda, which flew out and spun in the air.

He pressed hard towards the entrance of the Yinwu Valley.

He forcibly blasted the formation and opened it.

The Jindan elders from other sects also took action, and it took a lot of effort to open the entrance to the secret realm again.

Then the nine elders all looked at the dark passage, waiting for the disciples to come out calmly.

According to the practice of previous years, only about 40% to 50% of the disciples who went in came out. This year, the four Linhai sects joined, and it might be more intense.

Behind the Jindan elders, there stood more than a dozen leaders in the foundation-building period, all of whom looked very nervous.

After all, this time it was related to the number of foundation-building pills refined in the sect, and many of the disciples sent in were disciples of their sect or children of their clans.

Soon, a large number of cultivators came out through the passage and walked behind their own masters.

Without exception, their faces were full of fatigue that could not be concealed, but they were also extremely excited.

After another cup of tea, some scattered cultivators came out, some were in high spirits, some were frustrated, and some looked lucky.

After waiting for half an hour, the passage was closed.

When the passage was closed, the Jindan ancestor of the Xuehe Sect was furious because the foundation-building cultivator of his Xuehe Sect did not come out.

He asked several disciples in a harsh voice.

"Why didn't Wuyan come out with you? What's going on? Who of you can explain it to me~"

The Qi-refining disciples were immediately oppressed by the spiritual pressure of the Jindan cultivator and half-knelt down, trembling all over and replying with horror.

"Reporting to the Grandmaster, Uncle Li was being hunted by the cultivators of the Qiantu Sect. We tried our best to rescue him, but it was too late..."

As soon as the words fell, the Golden Core Patriarch of the Xuehe Sect turned his head and glared at the Qiantu Sect's team. He flicked his sleeves, and a monstrous bloody energy rose to the sky. He looked up, as if he was in a sea of ​​blood and corpses. He asked in a cold voice.

"Who killed my disciple~"

Several Blood River Sect disciples who came to support at that time carefully scanned the Qiantu Sect's camp several times, but could not find the monk. They could only shake their heads to express that they were not among them.

When the Jindan Patriarch of the Qiantu Sect saw that his disciples had not come out, he snorted coldly, an astonishing aura spread, and collided with him, and said in an extremely domineering and stern voice.

"You Blood River Sect, don't bully others too much!"

"Before I went in, I made it clear that life and death are fateful. Your disciple didn't come out, and neither did my disciples. Are you going to have a fight with Wu~"

Both sides were at war with each other for a moment, with murderous intentions rising to the sky. The fact that the foundation-building disciples under the sect did not come out meant that they had not obtained the Tianluo Fruit that could form pills.

Everyone is angry and angry. Under such circumstances, it is easy to trigger a large-scale melee.

Mrs. Lan of Tianyue Sect and the foundation-building monk under her sect came out and brought out a lot of Tianluo Fruit. She blinked her beautiful eyes and persuaded her.

"Two fellow Taoists, be patient and don't be impatient. If a melee breaks out, there will not be even one Qi Refining disciple left in the field."

"We can share a certain share of the Tianluo fruit obtained by our disciples to compensate you two~"

The Golden Pill monks of Lieyang Sect also stood up at this time and promised them.

"Fellow Daoist Li, please bear with me for a moment. I, Lieyang Sect, can give one-third of the Tianluo Fruit to your sect."

At this moment, those sects that had obtained the Tianluo Fruit immediately stood up, tried to smooth things over, and promised to share some with each other.

Only then did the Jindan Patriarch of the Nine Sects slowly calm down.

The next step is to collect the harvest of the disciples. All the disciples who enter must be carefully searched under the sniff of a spirit-seeking rat.

Lin Chen picked up the seven or eight storage bags at his waist, reached out to touch them without hesitation, and then pulled them out. "Crack!" Spirit grasses of various colors flew out instantly, floating in the air, and they were all colorful.

At this scene, even the foundation master uncle was surprised.

The Qi Refining disciples who went in together were even more amazed.

"Look! That's a five-hundred-year-old spiritual grass!!"

"This is???"

A young disciple in the late stage of Qi refining said in shock with a look of horror on his face.

"There are more than thirty old spiritual grasses. How many monks has this senior brother killed?"

Spiritual herbs that are two or three hundred years old are everywhere, and even spiritual herbs that are three or five hundred years old are also numerous.

He instantly attracted everyone's attention, and even the Golden Pill Master glanced over him.