"Okay, what junior brother wants, practice skills, magic weapons, resources and treasures, depends on which aspect you want." Lan Sui sighed, his tone full of fatigue.

"Let's talk about these things when you go back. If possible, I don't want others to know about today's things. In addition, I hope my senior sister will help me pay attention to the secrets of martial arts." Yue Lin pushed Bai Yiyi away, took a few steps by himself, and began to try to block the wound on his abdomen.

"Martial Arts Secrets? What do you want these useless things to do?" Lan Sui was stunned, but still agreed, thinking about how to go to the garbage dump in the sect treasury and find out these useless things that are consuming dirt and dust.

Li Fan'an bought a carriage from the nearest town for a large sum of money, carefully placed Yue Lin in the carriage, and drove towards Lianfeng Villa without stopping.

The wound on Yue Lin's body healed rapidly. Two days later, when the carriage arrived at the territory of Lianfeng City, from the outside, Yue Lin had completely returned to normal, and his face was slightly pale.

Lan Sui was very surprised at Yue Lin's recovery speed. After suffering such severe injuries, even a monk Xuan Ji like her would take a lot of time to cultivate. Unexpectedly, he had almost healed his external injuries in just two days, and only internal injuries need to be treated.

Lan Sui once suspected that the test results he had made on Yue Lin were wrong. He was not a secular mortal who could not practice, but after obtaining consent in the carriage, the same result was still the same, which made her very confused.

After returning to the villa, Yue Lin closed the door and directly locked himself in the practice room.

After sitting cross-legged for a whole day, a blush flashed across Yue Lin's face, and he spit out a mouthful of dark red blood, mixed with black impurities.

After drinking a few sips of clear water, Yue Lin began to calculate the gains and losses of this action against Qingyi.

In the last battle with Qingyi, he had all his trump cards and suffered heavy losses. In addition, Chong Yu's sudden disruption later, he was at the brink of life and death at some point.

Regardless of the severe pain from various parts of his body, Yue Lin slowly stood up and slowly paced in the practice room.

The moment Chong Yi's big axe slashed his body, the sudden serious injury caused the war space to consume the crystal gas reserves to repair the broken body.

Then, facing the threat of death, he did not hesitate to detonate all the remaining crystal aura, and released the Zi Yan of the Fire Art in the most violent posture, regardless of the limits he could bear.

This is his trump card.

The result of finally opening the trump card was that he successfully caused heavy damage to his opponent, but at the same time he also successfully lowered the crystal gas reserves in the war space to below the minimum warning line.

From then on, Yue Lin's consciousness was blurred, and boundless hunger and pain took over his body...

The only memory with a vague impression seems to be that ordinary digestion and absorption can no longer satisfy his extreme demand and desire for food and energy, so...

"So, I directly made the refining furnace in the war space into my own stomach sac!?"

Thinking of this, Yue Lin pinched the almost bursting eyebrows and exhaled a long breath of bloody air: "This memory may be just my imagination. The iron and fire refining furnace still exists only in the war space. The esophagus and stomach sack of the body remain the same. Perhaps, it is really an illusion under the blurred consciousness."

As for the ghost face that Qingyi turned into, and where did Chongyi and his big axe go...

Yue Lin automatically avoided this problem.

Pushing open the door of the practice room, Yue Lin slowly walked out of it.

"Master of the Manor!" The warrior guarding outside the door looked furious and knelt on one knee to salute.

"Let the kitchen prepare a table of seats, notify Bai Yiyi and Li Fan'an, and ask them to come to the dining room to find me."

"As for order!" A figure left quickly, and immediately another person appeared quietly from the darkness and took over his position.

Yue Lin walked very slowly, and it took only a hundred feet from the practice room to his dedicated dining room, but it took him half an hour to arrive.

His current state is that the surface injuries have been basically controlled, but he does not know how long it will take to heal the injuries caused by the meridians and internal organs of the body, especially the impact of the war space...

He picked up the medicine porridge sent by the maid and drank it slowly. While waiting for Bai Yiyi and Li Fan'an, Yue Lin sipped the medicine porridge while falling into deep thought.

"My current real strength..."

Biyuan, Elder Fan, Lan Sui, Chongyi, Qingyi...

One by one, one figure flashed before his eyes.

"The most basic part of my current strength is the "Lihuo Jue" that has been improved through war space, and the super strong body that has been transformed in order to adapt to the practice of "Lihuo Jue", swallowing and absorbing the essence of various monster bloodlines, and integrating into its own genes."

"The effect of spiritual shock is not obvious when facing the monks in Xuan Ji realm, but it can still cause a momentary interference to the enemy. As long as you seize the opportunity, you can still form a huge advantage in an instant, and it is not impossible to severely damage the opponent."

"As for the final trump card formed by detonating all the crystal gas, the lethality is indeed extremely great, but its sequelae are also unbearable."

Recalling the last moment of the battle with Qingyi and Chongyi, Yue Lin could confirm that after detonating the crystal energy, his lethality increased by almost several times. However, when he was released, he consumed space energy reserves and almost instantly took out all his true energy and spirit, causing unparalleled weakness behind him, allowing Qingyi's murderous intent to successfully invade before his death.

After drinking the medicine porridge, feeling a warm current flowing in his body. Yue Lin sighed comfortably, and consciousness communicated with the war space.

In the war space, a large area was shrouded in a layer of gray aura. As soon as his consciousness touched the gray aura, he felt his mind swaying, and some unexplained violent thoughts slowly arose.

"The ultimate destination of life is death. What I need to do the most is to take this process into my own hands..."

This is Qingyi's strongest spiritual condensation before his death...

Perhaps it is what he said about killing.

Yue Lin took a deep breath and tried to calm down his fluctuating mind. This murderous intent came violently, which was the tenacious will forged by the war space that could be slightly blocked.

The war space is connected with his spiritual soul. Yue Lin's spiritual soul was severely damaged by Qingyi's impact. The space itself has also paid a heavy price, and is still recovering a little bit.

A flash of light fell, and a wave of light flashed in Yue Lin's eyes. He clearly saw a small gray aura being stripped and absorbed. After counting a hundred numbers silently, another flash of light fell, and the war space extracted and stripped out a little gray aura again.
Chapter completed!