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After Luo Yunxi left, Han Lin released the Tongtian Dharma Realm. With thirty times the time blessing, it only took him a quarter of an hour to replenish most of the true energy in his Dantian.

However, the consumption of energy and consciousness still did not improve at all. On the contrary, he was even more tired because of the refining of spirit stones.

He turned his mind to the sea of ​​consciousness and found that the sea of ​​consciousness had been completely dried up. If it was originally a pond full of water, now there was only a dry and cracked pond.

If you want to recover, in addition to taking a good rest and recovering naturally, there is only that kind of miraculous medicine that can help restore your consciousness.

Han Lin doesn't have a panacea, but it's just a magic medicine.

Han Lin also has three bottles of purple dew nectar, which is definitely a good product for restoring consciousness.

But once this substance is taken, it will make him in a state of drunkenness. This place is not suitable, so Han Lin has to endure it for the time being.

Afterwards, Han Lin closed the Tongtian Dharma Realm and began to close his eyes and rest.

It has been many years since the Immortal Eye entered the third level, but it has not continued to improve. It is not that Han Lin does not want to, but because the conditions are not met.

Not to mention how many resources are needed to evolve, he just can't pass the level of realm cultivation alone.

The inherited memory clearly records that for the Immortal Eye to enter the fourth level, the minimum threshold is the Golden Core stage.

For this reason, Han Lin could only sigh with hope.

"Brother Han, I'm back!" Luo Yunxi rushed back at this time, first handing a storage bag to Han Lin, "There are twenty-nine corpses in the foundation building stage. Isn't your Hundred Ghosts Immortal Map useful? I put them all in with you."

"Twenty-nine, is that a lot?" Han Lin took the storage bag in surprise.

"Ten of them are from the Zhao family, and nineteen are from the casual cultivators. If they hadn't run away separately, more people would have died." Luo Yunxi said with a smile.

"Ten Zhao family members? You mean, you killed three of the four people who escaped before?"

Of the eleven members of the Zhao family, Han Lin committed suicide alone, seven of them. He was unable to chase the last four, but Luo Yunxi chased them secretly.

Luo Yunxi nodded and said: "Yes, the one named Zhao Bingqian is a bit cunning. I saw that you were in trouble, so I stopped chasing him."

With that said, she took out a lot of storage ring storage bags and handed them to Han Lin.

"These are the storage spaces collected above the corpse. There should be a lot of good things. Brother Han, you should also store them."

Han Lin's eyes lit up slightly, and he chose ten storage rings, "I'll take these, and you take the rest."

"Okay, I'll keep it first."

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