Qin Lin floated quietly on the spot, motionless, no breath, no movement, and no sound.

It's like being dead.

The entire universe also became completely quiet at this moment.

Sudden.

Qin Lin moved his fingers slightly, and then his whole body started to move.

The crisp sound of "Crack, bang, bang, bang" kept ringing.

Qin Lin moved his muscles and bones.

An indescribable and mysterious wave of energy emanated from his body.

Although gentle, it put great pressure on Lin Fan and others.

"Bang!"

Qin Lin clenched his fist suddenly, his clothes moved wildly and made a hunting sound.

In his eyes, a mysterious golden holy pattern was looming.

Qin Lin stood up, his eyes twinkling, looking in all directions, feeling the sacred patterns in his eyes, he raised the corners of his mouth slightly, raising a shallow arc.

Immediately afterwards, Qin Lin's whole body began to tremble with excitement.

"Is this the legendary realm of saints?"

"Sure enough, powerful!"

"From this moment on, the reincarnation of heaven and earth, and the universe and stars, are all in my hands!"

"Hahahahaha!"

Qin Lin even went a little crazy. He looked up to the sky and laughed, and his exaggerated laughter echoed in the starry sky.

Large swaths of the starry sky began to collapse.

As far as the eye could see, countless stars exploded one after another, and large areas of stars began to twist, fold, and collapse.

This is the mighty power of the saint, which can affect the universe and the stars in just one breath.

Feeling this terrifying momentum, Lin Fan and others' expressions became extremely solemn.

"Whoa!"

After a moment, Qin Lin turned his eyes and looked at Lin Fan and others playfully. With a joking expression on his face, he said lightly: "Guys, what do you think now?"

Zhuo Feifan frowned, stared at Qin Lin, and asked: "Have you really achieved the status of a saint?"

"What do you think?"

Qin Lin raised the corner of his mouth slightly, slowly raised his right hand, and gently shook it towards Zhuo Feifan.

Zhuo Feifan immediately tensed up and his face turned red quickly.

I saw a translucent energy handprint appearing on Zhuo Feifan's neck, clasping his neck tightly and lifting him up.

It can be clearly seen that there are obvious finger prints on Zhuo Feifan's neck.

With extraordinary strength, he tried his best, but was completely unable to resist.

He was even completely unable to mobilize the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

The saint is the true master of heaven and earth.

The Saint only needs one thought to mobilize the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in the entire universe. In front of the Saint, even a powerful man of the level of Samsara King is completely unable to mobilize the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

"In my eyes, you are just a few pitiful ants that can be destroyed easily." Qin Lin said lightly with a cold smile on his face.

Although the sound was dull, it caused endless thunder and terrifying thunderclouds.

"Saint...the power of the saint?" Zhuo Feifan's eyes widened and he struggled to spit out a few words.

"Zhuo Feifan, if you can die at the hands of this sage, you can rest in peace." Qin Lin said with a smile.

Zhuo Feifan didn't say anything.

Perhaps as Qin Lin said, he has no regrets if he can die at the hands of a saint.

Zhuo Feika has been stuck in this realm for hundreds of thousands of years, and will most likely continue to be stuck for hundreds of thousands more, with no hope at all.

This feeling made Zhuo Feifan feel suffocated.

Zhuo Feifan was indeed quite satisfied to be able to see the true power of a saint before he died.

"It's ridiculous that you, a parallel importer, still claim to be a saint!"

Just then, a voice suddenly sounded.

Inspiring and enlightening.

It caused the space to tremble.

Qin Lin suddenly narrowed his eyes and looked at the speaker. The coldness in his eyes seemed to swallow up the entire universe.

"What did you say?" Qin Lin said in a serious tone.

Lin Fan looked directly at Qin Lin, his aura not weak at all.

Just now, Mo Yuan had told Lin Fan about Saint Xin Mi, so Lin Fan knew very well at this moment that although Qin Lin had survived the thunder of reincarnation, he was definitely not a true Saint!

Lin Fan said loudly: "Qin Lin, you have only survived one tribulation of reincarnation, so what kind of saint are you?"

"As far as I know, a true saint needs to survive at least three reincarnations!"

"The first tribulation thunder transforms the physical body, the second tribulation thunder sublimates the soul, and the third tribulation thunder takes into account both and reaches perfection, then one can truly transcend the ordinary and become a saint."

"Now, you can be considered a false saint at best."

"As for your saintly power, haha, I'm afraid it's just the false power of a saint."

Lin Fan sneered.

Qin Lin stared at Lin Fan and suddenly smiled after a moment, "I didn't expect that you even know the secret of reincarnation. It seems that you are not simple. You are right. I am not a real saint, but

, False saints are also saints, and you still have no chance in front of this saint."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Lin's eyes turned cold and he was about to take action.

Seeing this, Lin Fan slowly closed his eyes, as if giving up resistance.

But in his mind, a voice sounded.

"Boy Lin Fan, let me show you the true power of a saint."

Lin Fan had a thought in his mind and said in his heart: "Senior Mo Yuan."

next moment.

Lin Fan's body trembled and he opened his eyes instantly.

The two eyes seemed to have traveled through the endless starry sky, seeing through the past and the future, which was profound, mysterious, and indescribable.

Lin Fan's eyes fell on Qin Lin.

Qin Lin's pupils suddenly shrank, and a chill ran down his spine, as if a weak little sheep was being stared at by a ferocious wolf.

"You..." Qin Lin looked at Lin Fan in disbelief.

He has survived the thunder of reincarnation. Although he is not a true saint and can only be regarded as a "pseudo saint", a pseudo saint is also a "saint" and is far from comparable to the king of reincarnation. However, Qin Lin still learns from Lin Fan at this moment.

I felt a huge threat on my body.

In just one breath, Lin Fan seemed to be a completely different person.

His aura is even more terrifying than that of the main hall master!

"Qin Lin, maybe you will be the fastest 'saint' to die in history."

Lin Fan opened his mouth to speak.

But it's not his original voice, it's extremely weathered.

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Fan's figure flashed and disappeared instantly.

Qin Lin, on the other hand, looked nervous as if facing a formidable enemy.

The next moment.

Qin Lin's body trembled, his head instantly tilted back, and his face suddenly turned red.

It was absolutely an extraordinary performance by Fang Cai.

Lin Fan's figure appeared in front of Qin Lin, pinched his neck with one hand, and lifted him up.

Qin Lin's face was full of shock, and he struggled wildly, but was completely unable to break free from Lin Fan's hand.

The terrifying power of the saint, like a tide, tightly surrounded Qin Lin.

And Qin Lin's pitifully small and pitifully weak saint power was directly and brutally compressed into an extremely limited space.

"You...you are..." Qin Lin's eyes almost bulged out. He looked at Lin Fan in horror and struggled to speak.
To be continued...