The third-grade great Zen master, this was something Lin Changfeng did not expect. Looking at Fu Liuyan's gaze, he also realized how difficult it is to Buddhism.

After pondering for a long time, he also frowned slightly and said:

"How did you know the last level?"

If the last level is really the divine thought of the third level of Buddhism, then this is definitely a secret matter. How did Fu Liuyan, a person who is not a Buddhist, know about such a secret matter?

So he knew how difficult Fu Liuyan was at this time. To put it bluntly, the other party was just a thief. This level of news completely did not match Fu Liuyan's identity.

The third-grade divine consciousness is the incarnation of the third-grade strong man. Although his strength is not as strong as the real third-grade one, it is definitely not something he can deal with now.

After all, Lin Changfeng is not a wizard system. He cannot fully utilize the power of his soul. At the same time, his soul is also extremely strange. It seems that he has merged with his own soul. He doesn't know how much strength he can really exert.

But the third-grade... Lin Changfeng felt that the same was almost the limit.

But the strong man who goes upwards... If he bursts out with all his strength and ignores the consequences, even the immortal Linfan will have enough confidence to kill the other party.

"It's a pity..." Lin Changfeng sighed helplessly, "If he could enter the Yang Shen Realm earlier, he would probably be able to really be as ants as the immortals."

He couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Lin Changfeng also knew that his cultivation level could not be forced. In places like the outer realm, it was impossible for him to break through to the fifth grade. If he really wanted an opportunity, he might still need to enter the atrium.

only……

After all, there are two realms in his body. If the old guys in the Holy Land know that he might really have to face the encirclement of many strong people. A third-grade strong man can appear in the atrium. The Holy Land is afraid that he wants to have a place.

At least this level of cultivation is required.

"I can't know about this, but why is the leader of the Thieves Sect having the strength? As long as he wants to know these things, he just moves his fingers." Fu Liuyan said very arrogantly. After all, she is the Thieves Sect.

The saint is now a good opportunity to brag about the sect, so she naturally needs to be proud of herself.

It’s a pity that after she said these words, Lin Changfeng’s expression did not change at all, and he responded indifferently: “I said it very well, but it’s a pity that these news doesn’t mean much to me.”

Indeed, Buddhism will take two days. If we count today, it will only take the last day of the transaction between him and the Ming King to be over.

As long as he waits for the third day, he can directly crush the three levels of Buddhism. He doesn't need to take it seriously even if he is a third-grade Zen master of Buddhism.

This is his confidence in himself after the soul returns. You must know that if King Ming had not promised to help him repair his soul, he would never have let his soul go to the Smoke City.

A soul pill has helped him a lot, so he was not at a loss in this transaction, at least in his opinion, and half of the blood pill fell into Lin Weizhi's hands, he just didn't have to do anything,

Half a blood pill and a soul pill.

No one knows these things except King Ming, even Emperor Yin, who was kneeling in Yancheng at this time, was the case. He still hasn't figured out why Lin Changfeng's soul is so terrifying.

After offering so many things, the soul pill was still fading away, and the power of the soul was constantly stolen from the sky. Mo Chan knelt on the ground to fight against Lin Changfeng's soul, but there was no way.

The expression on his face kept twisting, and the emotions that had been suppressed for a long time burst out at this moment. He suddenly raised his head and said angrily: "Lin Changfeng! I must kill you!"

His roaring voice kept echoing in the smoke city. Emperor Yin, who was kneeling beside him, looked calm on the other hand, looked at half of the blood pill floating above the sky casually, and sighed: "There is half of the blood pill, tell me, all

After taking it, what level can your strength reach?"

Only then did Mo Zen notice the blood pill in the sky. After falling into a brief silence, he snorted coldly, "Plusty the anger of the deity, killing the fifth-grade Perfect Zen Master is no problem."

Without continuing to speak, Yin Huang glanced around, there was no such thing as Demon Zen.

Incompetent furious, he calmed down a lot, "The power on the soul pill is disappearing. I'm afraid there will be two days left. After this incident, I'm afraid half of the country will become her bag."

He had already guessed that the Ming King would do this, and at this time, I was afraid that the prince would have his own ideas. He would not control the situation in Kyoto City, but just rely on the use of Ling Zongxian, which was a waste. He knew that it would definitely not work.

"In two days, I will devour the essence and blood of the fifth-level Perfect Zen Master. I will... avenge the revenge of the corpse that year!"

In the halo behind Demon Zen, the black flames were rotating, and the expression on his face was distorted and pathological, as if he would fall into endless madness at any time.

"Lin Changfeng needs to drive him out of Kyoto City. This time, if the Buddhist sect is so troubled, I will have no prestige. I am afraid that most of them will follow the prince."

Emperor Yin knelt in the ruins. Even in the realm, he could talk about matters about the outside world without changing his face.

Mo Chan didn't say a word, just staring at the blood pill floating in the sky. He didn't want to understand the so-called world layout. At this time, the only thing that could catch his eye on the scene was the blood pill above his head.

It's.

Sword-Handling Sect!

The elders knelt on the ground, sensing endless pressure, and they couldn't even raise their heads, but even if they couldn't raise their heads, they could sense the existence of the blood pill and the soul pill.

"The power of the soul pill is being lost, it should have been absorbed." Elder Wang knew a lot. At this time, he looked at the soul pill that was constantly dissipating and quickly made a guess.

"There are two days left. If King Ming does not come back in two days, we are afraid that it will be done."

What he was most worried about was where the Ming King went. If he did nothing, what should all the disciples and elders of their Sword Sect do?

Is it really just like this?

"I really don't know when the Ming King will be, but I know..." Wen Liangxin lowered his head at this time, and was silent for a moment before he said hard: "Which strong man just called out Lin Changfeng's name just now

, It is obvious that this was made by Lin Changfeng.”

Hearing this sentence, Elder Wang vaguely knew something and wanted to speak out and organize Wen Liangxin, but when he heard the other party say heartbrokenly:

"Elder Wang is confused!"

The entire Jianzheng Sect sighed. Everyone clearly said nothing, but the sighs fell into Elder Wang's ears, so harsh.
Chapter completed!