Chapter 17 The world of demons, condensing the true flame of the sun [Add more chapters! 】

cry.

The baby’s hissing cry rang in his ears.

Sharp and stern.

As soon as Zhou Fan regained consciousness, his eardrums trembled.

Raising your eyes, wherever you can see, the sky is full of black clouds, sand and rocks.

He was lying in the arms of a thin and thin woman, who was sitting on an ox cart, constantly bumping.

The cry came from the pile of tattered clothes next to it, but the woman seemed to have not heard it.

The sallow face stared at himself in his arms, he opened his clothes, and the shriveled skin was full of ribs.

She is breastfeeding.

Unfortunately, there is no trace of water.

Zhou Fan, who was in a baby state, frowned sparsely.

His powerful sea of ​​consciousness soul can sense that a large number of ghosts are rapidly approaching around him.

Seems to be attracted by crying.

The birth environment was so bad, but Zhou Fan didn’t panic.

When he opened the Samsara Mall, he spent 2 million Samsara points to directly purchase a practice method – “Taizhen Sun Jing”.

Every time a small world descends, the exercises in the reincarnation mall will be refreshed, which is suitable for cultivation in this world.

And the level of “Taizhen Yangjing” is not lower than “Tai Shang Inner Law Jin Dan Chapter”.

That’s the benefit of having reincarnation points.

Like other descendants, they do not have a free admission quota, and they must spend a lot of points to buy, and the treasures that can be associated with the law must also be purchased.

Therefore, many descendants simply do not have any extra points to purchase exercises.

boom!

With Zhou Fan’s mid-level talent, he cultivated the “Taizhen Sun Jing” to the third level in just two breaths.

It can condense a trace of true sun flame.

If it is replaced by the natives of this world, it will take at least a hundred years to cultivate to the third level.

Huhu~

The gloomy wind was rolling.

The flying sand and stone swept over the entire bullock cart.

There was a faint sound in the air.

Yin Feng Ferry, Yin Feng Ferry, the living don’t come, the dead don’t go…

The man driving the bullock cart had a look of fear on his face.

The sallow and shriveled woman hugged Zhou Fan tightly.

The baby girl in the pile of rotten clothes is crying more and more.

woohoo~

Like Devil May Cry, the baby girl’s cry disappeared.

But at this moment, Zhou Fan’s eyes flashed with pale gold, and a trace of true sun flame escaped.

zizi~

Like scorched fur, a foul stench suddenly emanated from the surroundings, accompanied by a lot of screams of fear.

Almost instantly, a large number of ghosts that rushed over were all burned out by the True Sun Flame.

The cloudy wind disappeared in an instant, the black clouds swayed across the sky, and the sky was sprinkled with golden yellow.

It is bright.

The man’s face showed the joy of the rest of his life, he abruptly got out of the car, knelt on the ground, and kept saying thank God, thank you Bodhisattva.

The sallow woman’s tense face relaxed.

Looking down at Zhou Fan, who blinked calmly, there was a hint of doting on his face.

The man sat in front of the ox cart again, driving loud and clear, echoing in the Yinfeng Valley.

Three days passed.

Beiguo County.

city ​​gate.

A lot of white paper money was flying, and a funeral procession team went out.

No one in the team cried, and everyone looked numb.

The bullock cart was parked by the road.

Waiting quietly for the funeral procession to pass by.

The man paid the entrance fee and found a dilapidated family to live in.

This stay is three years.

Zhou Fan has grown from a baby to a child. His four-year-old sister, the baby girl who was crying in Yinfeng Valley, is already able to work as a helper to support the family.

Although life is not rich, it is worthwhile.

However.

Beiguo County became more and more dilapidated.

White things are everywhere, and there are coffins in the house.

On this day, Zhou Fan sat cross-legged under an old locust tree like a little adult.

He spit out Taizhen Sunflame in his mouth.

three years.

He has already practiced the “Taizhen Sun Jing” to the limit.

You can easily shoot the true solar flames that are enough to burn thousands of miles of lakes.

Look at the reincarnation mark.

【Name: Zhou Fan】

[Realm: Perfect and leak-free golden elixir (pure source shaping) pure yang (small world)][Attribute: All things][Law: Artistic Conception of All Things – 10 layers of water (domain), 50 layers of fire (domain), 82 layers of soil…][Treasure: Reincarnation Seal Fragment (5/100) Taiqing Purple Clothes, Blood Phoenix Bell, Ten Thousand Soul Cauldron, Spirit Pattern Gold Ring, Yuan Extermination Gloves. 】

[Mid-grade talent exercises: Heavenly Soul Art Level 101][Cultivation method: Sixth layer of Taizhenyang Jing (completeness)][Reincarnation Points: 26.2 million][Evaluation: sss legend][Reward: 2 arrivals quota]

He frowned slightly.

In three years, the improvement has not changed much.

One is that he is still in a state of growth, and the other is that after three years, he has not found anything that can provide insight.

Here, he also read books, and his mother even arranged for him to go to a private school, but when he read the books, there was no such thing as a small world.

It seems that the three classics of Confucianism, Taoism and Buddhism can no longer help him improve his understanding.

In this regard, Zhou Fan was not too disappointed.

After all, his comprehension is already very high, and it is naturally difficult to improve after reading similar books.

“If you really can’t find it, you can only search for the resources of this world!” He thought to himself.

Has the powerful function of reincarnation mark fragments.

He finds resources to do more with less.

However, in the entire Beiguo County, he searches through the fragments of the reincarnation mark almost every month, and there are no valuable resources.

evening.

The afterglow of the setting sun gradually disappeared.

The demons began to become active.

Living in this world is extremely hopeless.

Without the protection of Zhou Fan.

His parents, sister, have long been eaten by the old locust tree in the yard.

The elder sister in the patch came home with an extra volume of calligraphy and painting in her hand.

After the mother saw it, she scolded her sister for being deceived by some scholarly prodigal son.

The four-year-old sister endured the grievances.

this night.

She didn’t eat.

In the middle of the night, Zhou Fan secretly stuffed the hidden rice balls into his sister’s arms.

With a smile on her dirty face, her sister ate the rice balls reservedly and handed the calligraphy and painting to Zhou Fan.

Mr. Private School passed away last year, and Zhou Fan is idle at home.

This time, my sister secretly bought a volume of calligraphy and painting for my brother to study.

He subconsciously opened the calligraphy and painting.

“Ding! You watched a painting, comprehended the meaning of the painting, expanded your thinking, and gained +50 comprehension.”

Three years later.

The long-lost system beep finally sounded.

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