After Zheng Jiayun left, Lin Yi returned to the room and closed the door.

In Lin Yi's hand, he still held the crutch that Leng Yueguang used before.

"Leng Yueguang broke through from a cultivator to the realm of Yin and Yang Master. Although he said to the outside world that he had already entered Yin and Yang, all the magic techniques he practiced were Yin evil techniques. However, the swastika mantra that I mastered was transcendent to any other.

In addition to magical techniques, the secret techniques of all kinds of ghost cultivators are completely sufficient to suppress him, otherwise, it may take a lot of trouble."

Lin Yi thought in his heart that if Leng Yueguang was a Yin Yang mage who practiced other arts, even though Lin Yi could kill him at that time, it would definitely not be as easy and comfortable as before.

Lin Yi shifted his gaze to the place in his hand.

The crutch in his hand, at first glance, looks a bit old. The whole crutch looks like a piece of dead wood, but you can feel the cold air wherever you hold it.

"This magical weapon is probably what summons the Well of Souls."

"Although the sinister energy of those dense white bones in the Yinhun Well is useless to me, it can be used to refine the Soul Sacrifice Scroll."

As soon as he thought of this, Lin Yi moved his mind, activated the crutch in his hand, and tapped it gently toward the ground.

The next moment, the dark and gloomy wellhead appeared again on the floor of the room. From the wellhead, bursts of ghostly cries and howling sounds suddenly came from inside, and a stream of cold evil energy from Daoson came out from it.

"come out."

Lin Yi's voice was faint, and three female spirits appeared instantly, surrounding Lin Yi.

They looked towards the well of ghosts, their eyes full of salivation, but they did not dare to act rashly.

"You can go into the well to practice, but the level to which you can practice depends on your own destiny."

After receiving Lin Yi's permission, they cheered and plunged into the Yinhun Well.

"The current strength of these three female souls is roughly equivalent to that of a third-grade Vajra. Although they have no physical body and cannot gather energy, they can still do it with the power of Yin evil."

"If we can let their strength reach the realm of Zhixuan, then their use will be even greater."

Lin Yi just thought about it briefly, but the gap between King Kong and Zhixuan was really too big.

Lin Yi was particularly touched when he fought against Mo Yang before.

"There are a lot of skeletons and evil spirits in this well of ghosts, which is enough for them to practice. But I don't know whether this magic weapon will recover on its own, or whether it will disappear after use."

Lin Yi shook his head, and after thinking for a moment, he put this idea aside for the time being, opened the door, and walked out.

After leaving the door, Lin Yi walked a few steps outside and met Lao Sun.

When Lao Sun saw Lin Yi, he respectfully called Young Master.

Under Lao Sun's guidance, Lin also knew where Jiangnan Jianzong and Wu Botian had settled.

There were more people from Jiangnan Jianzong. When Ding Daoming received a call from Lin Yi before, he didn't dare to neglect. Moreover, because he was afraid that something might go wrong, he even went out in person to escort Zhu Shiqing back to Pu Hai.

When Lin Yi opened the door to his room, Ding Daoming was looking at the sword manual in his hand. The sword manual was the Wanxiang Guiyi Sword that Lin Yi had been taught when he left Wanjian Mountain that day. There were six sword techniques in total.

Originally, Ding Daoming's right arm was cut off by Lin Yi, and his strength should have been greatly affected. However, he never thought that after practicing the All Things Return to One Sword Style, Ding Daoming's strength would not retreat but advance, reaching the level of a second-grade Vajra.

The peak is only one step away from the first-grade Vajra.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Ding Daoming suddenly woke up. He turned his head and saw Lin Yi entering the door. He quickly stood up and bowed: "Young Master!"

"Um."

Lin Yi nodded slightly and glanced at the sword manual in his hand: "All things are united in one sword. How many styles can you practice now?"

"I can barely practice the fifth form, but every time I practice the fifth form halfway, I feel a little weak and difficult to maintain." Ding Daoming looked embarrassed and a little ashamed.

As the leader of the Jiangnan Sword Sect, he has always been famous for his swordsmanship, but now, the Ten Thousand Swords Returning to One Style was just left by Lin Yi, which made him unable to understand it thoroughly and made him feel uneasy.

"The fifth form?" Lin Yi glanced at him: "With your strength, I originally thought that you could practice the fourth form, but I didn't expect that you could touch the threshold of the fifth form. It is really rare."

Hearing Lin Yi's little praise, Ding Daoming's face turned gloomy again, and he was so happy that he couldn't help himself: "That's all thanks to the sword style you left, young master. Just looking at it A few glances are enough to refresh my understanding of swords."

Lin Yi waved his hand: "No need to say more about flattering me. Have you brought the things I asked you to bring?"

"Brought it."

Ding Daoming's heart tightened, and he quickly turned around and took out a wooden box wrapped in ice cubes from the side.

He placed the box on the table and looked at Lin Yi nervously.

Lin Yi lightly traced his finger across the wooden box, and the ice cubes around the entire wooden box evaporated into streams of water mist at a speed visible to the naked eye, floating in the air.

"The last time I cut off your hand and spared your life, I wanted to use you to protect the stone statue."

Lin Yi's tone was indifferent.

Ding Daoming stood aside, not daring to speak.

"During this period, you have also received the punishment you deserve."

"I extended my arm for you today as a reward. If you have any other thoughts in the future, your life will be what I want next time."

Lin Yi looked calm and spoke every word.

Lin Yi's voice fell, and Ding Daoming was overjoyed. He immediately knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Lin Yi: "Ding Daoming's kindness to the young master is unforgettable! In this life, I, the Jiangnan Sword Sect, should be the young master, and I will follow your lead!" "

Ding Daoming finished speaking.

The wooden box under Lin Yi's fingertips instantly burst into countless debris, revealing half of the arm inside.

Although the half of the arm was sealed in ice, it looked somewhat different after a few months.

When half of his arm was exposed, Lin Yi held the broken part of Ding Daoming's right hand with his right hand. The next moment, a blazing flame surged from Lin Yi's palm, cutting Ding Daoming's healed wound again. Burning all the time.

The severe pain made Ding Daoming's face turn pale instantly, but he gritted his teeth and did not dare to say a word.

After the newly grown flesh was completely burned, Lin Yi picked up half of his arm on the table and used spiritual energy to slowly fuse the half of the arm with Ding Daoming's right hand.

Half an hour later.

Lin Yi retracted his palm, and Ding Daoming was already dripping with cold sweat.

He looked at his right hand and saw that his arm had completely recovered. He tried moving it and found it very comfortable.

"I will ask Wu Botian to prepare some medicinal materials later. You can apply the medicinal materials on your hands. Within half a month, you will be as before."

"Go to bed early."

Lin Yi fluttered his sleeves and left, leaving only Ding Daoming kneeling down again, his head lowered and his eyebrows lowered.

"Congratulations, young master!"

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