Frenny, Gintama priestess, fourth level of true meaning.

When Morin met Flani for the first time, he had just been promoted to a level three wizard not long ago. He just felt that the level four truth was very powerful, but he had no intuitive concept of how powerful the level four truth was. Now Morin has returned again, he is still a level three wizard, but he is already at the peak of level three, and his perception of the level four truth is different.

Just like the feeling that Frenny gave him.

Yes, Flani is very strong, but for Morin, it is no longer a simple concept. Instead, he can truly feel Flani's specific situation and approximate strength and form a concept.

Compared to before, Flani's strength was a little lower now, but she looked relieved, with an indescribable relaxation in her expression.

"Maureen, you really surprised me." Flannie was holding a small black handbag. She looked at Maureen quietly and said, "It was too late when I realized that something was wrong with me. I didn't have much to do but could only suppress it. But I didn't expect that I would fall into it unknowingly. I can't hold on any longer."

"Thank you for saving me, thank you."

As she spoke, Frannie bowed to express her gratitude to Maureen.

Morin smiled and whispered something to Flannery. Then, Morin thought of something and asked, "Ms. Flannery, I'm curious as to why you became like that. It looks like some strange energy has invaded your body."

"I don't know either."

Flannie shook her head, and her expression didn't change much. It was obvious that she had secretly thought about this problem before.

"In fact, although Jia Wen was a little extreme before he was promoted to the fourth level of true meaning, he was not as morbid and extreme as he was later." Freni said as if talking to herself.

"Molin, be careful of all the Gintama priests."

Flani looked at Maureen and said quietly.

"Okay, I understand. Thank you ma'am for your advice." Maureen, dressed in a long robe, expressed his gratitude to Flany.

"Molin, this is the record of my experience and knowledge of being promoted to the fourth level of the True Meaning, as well as some of my insights in recent years. Take it." Frannie was wearing black silk gloves. A black light flashed on her hands, and a thick black book floated out of her palm by itself, emitting a black halo. Countless purple words shone and floated in it, looking extremely mysterious.

"Thank you, ma'am."

Morin had no intention of refusing. He stretched out his hand and took the thick black book. After all, he was now at the peak of level three, and the promotion experience of a level four true master had a different meaning to Morin.

After staying here for a while again, Maureen said goodbye to Flani and planned to leave.

"Molin, I'll wait for you to be promoted to the fourth level of the true meaning." In the dim light, half bright and half dark, Frennie stood at the side of the door, her hand on the door, about to close it, and said, "Just, I hope you'll be careful."

She didn't say anything to be careful about.

"Okay, ma'am." Morin also smiled. He didn't say much. After talking a few more words, he left.

In the following time, Morin kept making preparations.

The high priest has issued a notice that in the near future, the warlocks of the Silver Soul Hand will set out together with other friendly wizard organizations and warlock heritages to the purgatory world they have discovered.

Of course, that was definitely not the real purgatory world, because not long ago, Dadaf told Morin that the original great purgatory world had been exiled and lost in the vast chaotic void.

"Sequence No. 1 is the key to my advancement to the fourth level of truth, and I must not lose it, so I need to prepare a lot of materials, especially some important key materials."

"There is also the energy storage and replenishment of the Sky City, as well as the preparations for the next step, because there is a high possibility that I will come here to carry out the transformation."

"There are also experiments on bloodline burning and bloodline transposition."

As Morin was walking on the road, this thought flashed through his mind.

He gently tightened his black robe, left Gintama's hand, and went to the nearest large wizard gathering place.

Morin bought a lot of materials and kept circulating them back and forth between several wizard gathering places. Some of the materials he could buy, but others could not be bought with money. Morin did not hesitate about this and just started to rob them.

After all, Morin is not a pedantic person. In some special cases, Morin would not mind using some alternative means.

Time passed quickly, and Morin prepared the materials he needed. At this moment, the high priest summoned the Gintama warlocks and announced that they were going to the so-called Purgatory world.

The high priest had no hair on his body, his facial features stood out, and his face lines were very gentle. He said, "We will set off in three days, so you should come and prepare yourself."

Three days later? The Gintama sorcerers present were startled, and then a strange look appeared on their faces.

Time flies, and three days go by in the blink of an eye.

The three powerful Silver Soul priests, the High Priest, Leilong and Sopat, set off with everyone. Actually, Flani should have gone as well, but she received the news that she was injured, so she used this thing as an excuse to avoid going.

The warlocks stood on the back of an extremely huge silver bird and headed towards their destination.

The destination agreed upon by the high priest and others was a grassland. When the Silver Soul Warlocks arrived, some other organizations had already arrived.

"The ones wearing green robes are from Qingyan. Qingyan is a medium-sized wizard organization, supported by several true beings." Morin looked at a group of wizards on the left who were wearing green robes with a flame tattooed on their chests, then looked away.

In the green flame, several people floating in the air, wearing green robes, with a green flame burning continuously on their left eyebrows, gathered together and were talking in a low voice.

Next to Morin, the other Gintama sorcerers looked at the people from other organizations around them and couldn't help but start talking.

"He is a wizard from the Holy Thorn Flower Royal Wizard Group, a powerful fourth-level true master!"

"This is the true intention of the Principality of Lionheart and Flame. It's strange. Isn't the Principality of Lionheart and Flame in a mess because of the matter of the second prince Allen? How can they send a true intention here?"

"They are blood sorcerers who inherited the blood ring of sorcerers."

"Those people who are shrouded in fog and whose figures can't be seen clearly are the wizards of Kirishima."

The Gintama sorcerers kept talking and discussing. They looked at those people with wandering eyes. The expressions in their eyes changed constantly and seemed very strange.

"Okay, we have completed the construction of the large-scale space teleportation array. Next, let's set off!" The high priest said to the Gintama sorcerers. He did not negotiate with other true beings. It was obvious that they had already communicated many things.

In front of us, there was a vague witchcraft circle that was extremely huge, as if it was extending to the end of the sky, boundless.

The wizards and sorcerers slowly entered the huge teleportation magic circle. There was a flash of light, and after a brief flash, all the wizards and sorcerers disappeared.

Finally, it’s the turn of the Gintama sorcerers.

Morin stepped forward and stood in the witchcraft teleportation circle with many Gintama sorcerers. The light was shining, and Morin only felt a flash before his eyes. A strong sense of squeezing and oppression came over him, which made him feel an indescribable suffocation.

“Huh~”

Morin turned around and looked around, only to find that he was in a completely different world.

Everything around was red, the fiery red sky, the dark red earth, the constantly flowing lava river, the restless energy particles in the air, everything indicated that this was a whole new world.

And Morin was now wearing a black robe and standing in mid-air.

In front of us are changing craters formed by the interweaving of flames and magma. At this moment, those craters are slightly red, and dark red flames are constantly gathering and brewing in the craters.

It was quiet, but apparently only temporary.

boom!!

A huge explosion was heard, flames burned in the air, and countless red magma gushed into the sky.

ps: . . . .