"Can quasi-saint also affect the heavenly tribulation?"

Lin Yan was a little surprised, it was indeed a bit beyond his expectations.

If the only saints in the three realms might be able to compete with the existence of heaven and earth like the will of heaven and earth, but the quasi-saint should be short of the time to ignite the fire, right?

When dealing with Guanyin, Lin Yan relied on forcibly ascending to the body and demonic thunder that he attracted, and he was extremely thrillingly defeated this quasi-saint who did not take him seriously.

If a quasi-saint can also affect the heavenly tribulation, why didn’t Guanyin do it at the beginning?

Looking at the confusion in Lin Yan's eyes, Bodhi Patriarch continued: "The old man Hongjun once explored the Great Way of Heaven and Earth and played some tricks, so he created a thunder pill that confuses the number of days. The user can effectively improve the resistance of heavenly thunder and reduce the hit rate of thunder tribulation. However, this kind of thing is only at a level above the quasi-saint."

"Is this the reason why the power of Heaven and the West is strong?" Lin Yan asked.

"Precisely because these two religions have existences like quasi-saints and saints, and possess the magic medicine of Thunder Pill, the geniuses they cultivated can become immortals safely and become important combat powers of the supplementary sects. How do you think they came from the gods and Buddhas of the heavens and the heavenly soldiers and generals of the heavenly court? That's how they came from."

Bodhi Patriarch said in detail.

"Do you don't have a Thunder Pill? You're a saint after all, you have ten or eight, right?"

Lin Yan turned his head and asked.

"This kind of thunder pill is extremely precious and cannot be copied and fused by the system. You must use the cultivation level above the quasi-saint to be tempered to succeed. Now I am just a spiritual body, how can I refine it?"

Bodhi Patriarch gave Lin Yan a blank look and said.

"So, you mean-"

Lin Yan looked at the Bodhi Patriarch and had guessed most of it.

Bodhi Patriarch nodded and continued, "Your talent is naturally no problem, otherwise the system would not choose you to be the host. You can see one or two from the pseudo-natal tribulation you brought last time; your heavenly tribulation is itself higher than most people;"

"Secondly, the false heavenly tribulation makes you a half-immortal, and when you pass the heavenly tribulation for the second time, the terrifying degree of the heavenly tribulation will inevitably be far better than before;"

"Besides, because you gave Tang Monk's flesh and blood to the scorpion spirit, your physical authority has been destroyed, which will make it even more difficult for you to cross the physical thunder..."

"To sum up, I can say without any politely that your heavenly tribulation may be the most difficult heavenly tribulation ever. Without the Thunder Pill, you may not have a chance of passing the tribulation and becoming an immortal."

Lin Yan couldn't help but shook his eyes.

No one in ten thousand chance?

Calm down, Lin Yan told himself that although that is what he said, as Tang Monk, I am the protagonist at least, right?

In the real world, I have read a lot of fantasy novels. The male protagonist with a halo in it can basically succeed no matter how small the probability it faces. I should be no exception... right?

This is a joke after all, and Lin Yan still dares not be lucky about this world.

The male protagonists of the fantasy and cool storytelling are all in groups of harems and are fantastic. How could they bear the pain of losing their beauty like themselves?

Lin Yan sighed and slowly took back his mind.

"So, another purpose of finding the body of Skylark is to let her temper the Thunder Pill?"

Lin Yan asked.

"Well, and it's not one, it's seven, so that your heavenly tribulation will have a glimmer of hope."

Bodhi Patriarch said slowly.

"By the way, if someone asks you for seven thunder pills at once, how would you feel?"

Lin Yan asked.

"Yes, if it's me... If it's my own, I'll punish him for facing the wall for three hundred years. If it's an outsider, especially if it's a dislike, I should have struck a thunderbolt."

Bodhi Patriarch said seriously.

………

"Damn! Then you asked me to ask someone for seven! Isn't that asking for death?"

"There is no other way now, right? There must be a way before the car reaches the mountain. After all, if you save someone, they are reasonable and reasonable, you should be willing to give them all to you."

Bodhi Patriarch said like this, "I'm going to play Tai Chi."

"Oh, forget it...but, from your tone, I feel that the purpose of going to Wuzhishan is more than this, ancestor?"

Lin Yan and Bodhi Patriarch were together for a while, and he could still hear the old man's meaning.

"Hmph, that's right. I thought of a big plan that might be enough to subvert the Three Realms. Please listen first..."

The Bodhi Patriarch looked calm and was about to come to meticulously.

Unexpectedly, Lin Yan's mind was disturbed at this time, and his whole heart became blurred-

In the blink of an eye, Lin Yan was forced to withdraw from the state of contemplation and came back to his senses in this world.

"Tsk, what's going on..."

Lin Yan opened his eyes with some annoyance—

Unexpectedly, the world in front of me was obscured by an extremely soft "cloud"!

What blinded my eyes? Lin Yan really wanted to shout like this at this moment.

But helplessly, the touch of this cloud is so intoxicating, and it also exudes a hint of girlish scent...

Lin Yan, who had nowhere to put his hand, didn't know whether to push away the cloud or hug him directly.

"Is it comfortable? Mr. Xuanzang? This is the 'face cleanser' you taught Miaoshan~"

The cloud group spoke?

Oh no! Lin Yan came to his senses and hurriedly retreated his head.

Only then did he realize that Miao Shan had always been hugging him, but this hugging position seemed really strange now.

"Miss Miaoshan?!" Lin Yan was stunned.

………

Time has to go back to not long ago.

Just as Lin Yan was contemplating, the only two women in the team were close together.

"Sister Yunqiu, is Mr. Xuanzang weird recently?"

Miaoshan gently lay on the back of the lark and muttered softly.

"Is that so? Apart from being lustful, the monk always has such a bitter face?"

The Skylark disagreed.

"No, no, there must be a difference!" Miaoshan raised her head anxiously and insisted.

"Roar~ Sister Miaoshan, tell me, what amazing changes have happened to that monk?"

The Skylark still couldn't get interested.

"Abstract, in short, Mr. Xuanzang has not only talked less recently, but also often recalled something with a sad face... Miaoshan is indeed relieved."

"Hey... I think this is normal. The monk was like this for some reason when he left Jindou Cave. Could it be that he is the kind of person who likes to remember the bitterness and sweetness? Or he has special abuse attributes?"

Speaking of later, Skylark became interested in it himself.

"Talent, not!"

Miaoshan closed her eyes shyly and clenched her pink fist and spoke with Lin Yan.

"Oh, but, Miaoshan, you can't tell what's wrong with that monk, right? Even my sister, I can't analyze anything for you."

Yunqiu looked at Miaoshan with some difficulty and said.

"Yes! Mr. Xuanzang has just been wrong recently!"

Miaoshan showed great persistence.

"Then you said it?"

Seeing Miaoshan himself was so nervous that he couldn't help but urge him.

“Just…just…”

"What the hell is it?!"
Chapter completed!