The Age of the Law of the People: The Beginning Full Level of Talent

“Ning Xiaosang, you can’t sleep… Hold on, hold on, don’t sleep, can’t sleep…”

Puddles in mud.

The dying fiery red fox, the voices in the bottom of his heart were shouting madly, converging.

Finally, the impact was formed, making it difficult to open its eyes.

The corpse of the scholar who was drowned in mud around him gradually became cold, the fiery red fox gritted his teeth to support his heavy body, his limbs trembled, just stood up, fell again, stood up again, fell again…

More than a dozen times.

The fiery red fox finally stood up.

It bit the bamboo basket that the scholar was holding tightly, dragged the scholar’s corpse along with the bamboo basket, and walked towards the Black Mountain Dirt Buddha Temple step by step.

With each step, its consciousness became more and more blurred, and the road in front of it appeared many shadows.

Soon.

It’s fast.

Arrived at the dirt Buddha temple.

The font on the scholar’s body can awaken, and the person who writes this kind of spirit of heaven and earth must be a superior person, as long as he can see this high person, there will be salvation, there must be salvation…

The fiery red fox only had such a thought in his mind.

Save the book.

Just like back then, the snake catcher used his life to reincarnate as a demon, blocking her with his weak body.

“Ning Xiaosang, don’t sleep, don’t sleep…”

The depths of the soul keep crying.

But the road ahead is getting farther and farther and more blurred.

The fiery red fox was full of bite marks, which she had bitten herself, in order not to let herself fall asleep.

However.

Its power is too weak.

Holding the scholar’s bamboo basket almost faltered.

Boom.

Insisted on half a cup of tea.

The fiery red fox only carried the scholar’s corpse for more than ten meters.

Finally it could no longer hold on and fell on the road, on this road to the dirt Buddha statue in Montenegro.

But it still holds its eyes open, looking at the distant dirt Buddha temple.

Suddenly.

It heard footsteps.

It was the breath of a human, and the fiery red fox instinctively wanted to avoid it, but it was no longer able to move.

Soon.

It was picked up, and the scholar’s body was carried on its back.

The fiery red fox gripped the bamboo basket tightly.

Scholars, too.

This well-wisher passing by could only carry it along with a bamboo basket.

The fiery red fox raised its heavy eyes and looked at the dirt Buddha statue temple that was getting closer and closer, and a smile gradually appeared at the corner of his eyes.

Magnificent temple.

The clay Buddha statue with its full incense seemed to open its eyes with feelings.

It saw the fiery red fox, saw the dead scholar, and also saw the font that had lost its light.

Sou.

The spirit of the Buddha statue flashed directly to the fiery red fox, and his palm pressed on the font.

Rumble!

With the infusion of spiritual energy.

The whole bamboo basket trembled, and the eclipsed mud-filled font was once again full of spirituality.

Almost simultaneously.

Zhou Fan, who was walking all over the world looking for the main soul of Yin and Yang, looked at this place with purple eyes.

At the moment of seeing the fiery red fox and the scholar.

He got it perfectly.

It turned out that the fiery red fox and the scholar were the key to the Ten Thousand Souls Array, the pair of Yin and Yang main souls.

Brush.

He took one step at a time.

Appeared directly in front of well-wishers.

Zhou Fan pointed out his finger, a happy smile appeared on his kind face, and he slowly fell asleep on the side.

“Fukuzawa III.”

He looked at the dirt Buddha statue.

The dirt Buddha statue nodded, understanding that Zhou Fan was talking about a kind person.

Rumble.

Zhou Fan raised his hand.

The Buddha’s divine light shrouded the bodies of the fiery red fox and scholar and the bamboo basket, and quickly followed him to the sky.

Soon.

Landed at Kyoto Prefectural Residence.

Brush.

Nangong Xin’er, Su Xiaoguo, and Han Yanran appeared one after another.

“When I came to Kyoto, I met them, and speaking of which, this scholar still had a chance with me, but I didn’t expect that they were the Yin and Yang main souls of the Ten Thousand Souls Array.”

Zhou Fan’s voice was calm.

The fiery red fox who still had a little life left, hearing this, the obsession in his heart suddenly disappeared.

It is clear that it must be the superior man who said this.

He will definitely have a way, too.

Wow.

The fiery red fox’s eyes closed completely.

The last trace of fluorescence of the snake scales in Zhou Fan’s hand disappeared and never recovered.

Nangong Xin’er and Su Xiaoguo were shocked.

Zhou Fan was very calm.

He had long known that the fiery red fox’s vitality had long been exhausted, and it was completely a soul obsession to be able to survive until now.

However, since the body of the Yin and Yang Lord Soul has been found.

Then there will always be a way.

Sit aside.

He mused.

Nangong Xin’er stood quietly.

Moment.

He slowly stood up, “There is only one way now, and that is to enter the reincarnation hell and find their soul bodies. ”

Nangong Xin’er was surprised, and shook her head: “Zhou Fan, this is too dangerous, once you enter the reincarnation hell, life and death cannot help yourself, and if it is death, it is the true spirit annihilation, even the giants of the Long Habitat Realm dare not easily enter the reincarnation hell.” ”

“It doesn’t matter, my true spirit has reached the divine soul level, coupled with the protection of the scepter, the reincarnation hell of this small world should not be a threat to me, and if it is really the reincarnation established by the Dark Buddha Organization, I don’t have to be afraid to enter it!”

Zhou Fan waved his hand and said in a condensed voice: “The only problem now is how to find the specific location of the reincarnation hell!” ”

With the scepter of reincarnation, he can change the rules to a certain extent and go directly to the reincarnation hell, but he must find the entrance.

Nangong Xin’er frowned.

The entrance to the reincarnation hell is very difficult to find.

They have been searching for so many years without the slightest clue, and it is undoubtedly a fool’s dream to find it in this last day.

Babble.

Suddenly.

The font shook the mud on his body, flew in front of Zhou Fan, and then hit the bamboo basket again.

Zhou Fan’s face moved slightly, and he raised his hand to grab it.

The mud on the surface of the bamboo basket disappeared, and one by one the words floated out.

These words are all ‘positive’.

It is the font of the scholar’s copy.

However, although these fonts have a charm, they cannot condense the spirit of heaven and earth.

Soon.

Zhou Fan’s gaze fell on the seven posters stained with blood.

He thought thoughtfully.

A flick of a finger.

These seven posters burst into light in an instant.

The light condensed into fragments of memories and swirled around the courtyard.

Zhou Fan, Nangong Xin’er, Su Xiaoguo and they all fell silent when they looked at these memory fragments.

They know.

Being able to condense one’s life’s memories into a single note requires an incomparably large soul obsession.

Swish.

These fragments converged into seven memories in the blink of an eye.

Every memory is a different identity.

Among them, there are cheerful snake catchers, miserable wolf demons, mighty generals, busy and tired traders, ignorant cattle herders, spirited champions, and scholars…

Among these seven memory fragments, the first and second memories are the strongest, and even if they don’t watch it, Zhou Fan can easily feel the grief revealed in it.

And the first sentence of these memory fragments is the same.

“My name is Ning Xiaosang.”