I have all kinds of magical powers

The old man was in a mess, but he was still alive.

Lin Chen looked at the county magistrate in front of him, raised his left hand, and with one hand, a golden light shot out, freezing him.

He silently chanted the spell and performed the nightmare prayer. Suddenly, a little bit of five-colored spiritual light appeared in his eyes, which turned into an invisible vortex in the eyes of the county magistrate, pulling his mind in.

The county magistrate lost consciousness in an instant, his face became dull, and he was controlled by the illusion of the nightmare prayer.

Lin Chen then asked.

"Is the county magistrate's surname Li?"

"No."

Hearing this, the county magistrate shook his head and spoke like a puppet.

Lin Chen frowned, thinking that he was a descendant of the Li family. Could it be that he was wrong? After a moment of hesitation, he continued to ask.

"Why did your face change when I asked you?"

The county magistrate's face suddenly became clear, and his face was extremely pale. His mind was still trying to struggle out of the illusion of the nightmare.

"I... I..."

Lin Chen raised his hand, and a ball of five-colored rays of light flew out and instantly landed on his body. The rays of light faded, and the county magistrate's mind was pulled back into the illusion, and he continued to speak.

"I am not from the Li family, but my mother's surname is Li."

"..."

After a few short breaths, Lin Chen's body shook, and he instantly flew into the sky on the cloud.

If the blood of the descendants of the Li family can be used as a guide, the accuracy rate will be greatly improved.

After flying out of the city, he flew straight to a Taoist temple on the west side of the city.

The blood of the county governor was too thin, and his mother died early. There were two Li monks in the Taoist temple, one was his grandfather, and the other was a cousin from his mother's family.

The grandfather and grandson lived in the Taoist temple all year round, and they also had some cultivation with the resources they plundered.

After a while, Lin Chen found the Taoist temple, which was on a small hill. The Taoist temple looked a little shabby.

There were two bamboo houses behind the Taoist temple. He scanned with his spiritual sense and found two auras in the same bamboo house.

Lin Chen's eyes moved, and he restrained his aura and quietly approached.

In the bamboo house, a white-haired old Taoist priest sat in the upper seat, with the cultivation of the fourth level of foundation building, and another childish boy was asking him about the cultivation of the Qi Refining period.

"Grandfather, after I broke through the late stage of Qi Refining recently, I always felt that the spiritual power in my body seemed to be running around. Is there something wrong with the Wuchen Jue I practiced?"

"This Wuchen Jue is something passed down by my Li family's first generation Yuanying ancestor. How could there be a problem?"

When the old man heard this, his face changed slightly. He stretched out his hand and placed it on the boy's wrist. A red light flashed at his fingertips, and a touch of spiritual power drilled in instantly.

After a short while, the old man took his hand back, his face was relieved, and he said in a light voice.

"Nothing serious, it should be that the injury he suffered last time has not been fully healed. It's okay, just take a few more healing elixirs."

"Thinking back then, my Li family was in charge of hundreds of thousands of miles of territory here. How majestic it was, but it's a pity..."

Lin Chen, who was eavesdropping outside, heard the words of the Li family and immediately became interested and continued to listen.

The old man fell into reminiscence, and suddenly his face moved, and he swung the whisk in his hand, and a white light flashed instantly.

Thousands of silver threads penetrated the bamboo house directly, "Bang!" The whisk penetrated and stabbed towards Lin Chen.

Lin Chen stepped on the ground and flew several feet away in an instant. He grabbed the mountain whip with his right hand.

The old man also walked out with a whisk in his hand, glanced at Lin Chen, and shouted sternly.

"Who are you? You are spying on me outside!"

Lin Chen laughed, shook his body, and exuded the aura of the middle stage of foundation building.

"Who is Lin? What can I do if I know it?"

"Since you two are descendants of the Li family, I wonder if you can tell me the whereabouts of the Fusang sacred tree?"

After seeing Lin Chen's cultivation, the old man's face changed and became ugly, but seeing that the other party did not take action directly, he pondered for a while and said in a light voice.

"My grandfather and grandson are indeed descendants of the Li family. It has been nearly a thousand years since the incident of the Fusang sacred tree. The Li family has long been destroyed in the war in the past. ”

“It is a foolish dream for you to come to look for the sacred Fusang tree after such a long time.”

“Are you going to kill all of my Li family because of something that happened in the past?”

Lin Chen saw that the old man did not look fake, and thought that it would be no problem to suppress him, but the nightmare prayer would not have much effect on the cultivators of the same level, and at most it would cause them to fall into a state of unconsciousness.

He frowned,

He whispered.

"Lin came here with sincerity, just to know the whereabouts of the Fusang sacred tree. If fellow Daoist Li doesn't have it, then forget it."

"However, that would be a pity. Lin was originally thinking that if fellow Daoist knew the whereabouts of the Fusang sacred tree, then I would exchange this foundation-building pill with him. Since you don't have it, then there is no other way."

Lin Chen thought for a while, patted his waist, took out a jade box, opened it, and revealed a golden foundation-building pill inside.

After showing it for a while, a look of regret appeared on his face, then he put the elixir away and turned away.

"Is this... foundation-building pill?"

When the old man saw the foundation-building pill, his whole body was shocked, his eyes shone brightly, and he trembled and cried out in surprise.

This place is remote, and he sacrificed some of the remaining resources of the Li family in order to get the foundation-building pill.

Now his grandson has finally reached the late stage of Qi Refining. His spiritual roots are average, but he is the last cultivator of the Li family.

If you can have the foundation-building pill, there is still hope to build a foundation, which is the hope of the Li family in the future.

"Wait a minute, fellow Daoist!"

When the old man saw Lin Chen turning around and leaving, he hurriedly shouted to stop him. This might be the only chance to get the foundation-building pill for his grandson.

The originally slim hope of rising revealed a ray of light in front of him.

Lin Chen smiled secretly in his heart. Sure enough, when he was peeping outside the bamboo house, he knew the importance of the young man. This test really made him test it out.

"Why, fellow Daoist Li remembered the whereabouts of the Fusang sacred tree~"

"But fellow Daoist Lin, can you give me the foundation-building pill first, so that I can check it."

"Of course."

Lin Chen touched his waist, raised his hand, and threw the jade box containing the foundation-building pill over, not caring about the other party's regret.

The old man took the jade box, raised his hand, picked up the foundation-building pill with two fingers, looked around carefully, and exclaimed.

"It is indeed a genuine foundation-building pill, with good efficacy and top-grade!"

"Okay, since Fellow Daoist Lin is so straightforward, I will not regret it."

The old man suddenly sighed and said something inexplicably.

"I just hope that Fellow Daoist Lin will not be disappointed with this legendary Fusang sacred tree~"

After saying that, he took Lin Chen to the bamboo house, squatted down, dug up a wooden box half a meter long in the soil, and placed it in front of him.

He stretched out his hand and opened it. In the wooden box was a piece of red spiritual wood as thick as a bowl and several feet long. It was mottled and exuded an ancient atmosphere.

However, there was not much spirituality and vitality in the spiritual wood, but instead revealed a strong aura of death.