Pure Yang!

Chapter 199 Nine Dragons Divine Fire Cover! The World's No. Demon

At that time, the young man was wearing a thin spring shirt, and the apricot blossoms on the beach were cold in the mist and rain.

Who knows the past of Jiangnan? The Taoist boy called out his name, Chu Chaoran.

Golden light was everywhere, and spirits were rising. The Taoist boy called out the supreme name that would be famous throughout the world in the future. He stared eagerly at the Three Corpses Taoist who had suffered a great catastrophe but would be the strongest man in the world in the future.

Due to fate, the wheel of destiny started moving and rolled forward.

The big black dog stuck out its tongue, its eyes flashing with ferocity. In the depths of this desolate mountain, between heaven and earth, it would never have imagined what kind of past karma these two people would have in the next thirty years. It would also not have imagined that in the next hundred years, the history of Taoism would be marked by these two people. No matter how time passes and how the mountains and rivers change, it will be as splendid as a painting and as immortal as the stars.

"The Taoist of Three Corpses...Chu Chaoran..."

Wow…

Countless lights and shadows shattered like bubbles; mountains, rivers, golden light, human figures, Taoist children, black dogs... all turned into smoke and disappeared.

Zhang Fan's soul seemed to have surfaced from the bottom of the sea, and he finally let out the breath he had been holding.

He struggled to crawl out from the ocean of memories of the Three Corpses Taoist, and an endless feeling of exhaustion instantly came over him. It was as if his soul was trapped in the dark night. If it were someone else, his soul would have returned to silence and would never wake up again.

This is the risk of comprehending the Three Corpses Yuandan. It is only because Zhang Fan’s spirit is strong that he dares to keep trying.

"Unexpectedly..."

Zhang Fan's soul returned to his body, and his mind was still filled with the scenes he had just seen. The memory of the Three Corpses Taoist was like a brand, deeply engraved and had a huge impact.

If it is not digested in time, it will even affect the soul. Most people can't bear it and will become crazy or stupid...

"Master Chaoran actually has such a past. He knew Taoist Sanshi when he was young."

Zhang Fan seemed to be thinking about something. The Three Corpses Taoist was extremely mysterious in the Taoist community, and almost no one knew his origins, past, and master.

However, it is generally believed that he was a person who lived a hundred years ago and was about twenty years younger than Chu Chaoran.

It now appears that this speculation is correct.

From the memory just now, we can glimpse that the Taoist Sanshi should be around 28 or 29 years old in his youth. At that time, he met the young Chu Chaoran on the way to Jiangnan Province. The latter was about eight or nine years old.

According to common records in Taoism, in about ten years, the Taoist Sanshi will enter the highest realm and achieve the supreme reputation of being the best master in the world.

From today's perspective, Chu Chaoran had just reached adulthood and was still in his rising period.

It was during that time that Longhu Mountain summoned powerful Taoist masters from all over the world to hold a grand ceremony. From then on, a great catastrophe occurred, and Chu Chaoran became the only survivor of the catastrophe.

From then on, his cultivation progressed by leaps and bounds. Twenty years later, he fought with the Three Corpses Taoist on the top of Mount Dongyue.

The old god fell and the new god was crowned, completing the transition of the throne of the world's number one master.

Fate is unpredictable, but if you look back from God's perspective, it is so mysterious, so wonderful, rolling in and never subject to human will.

"The life of Taoist Sanshi is so wonderful and so long..." Zhang Fan shook his head helplessly.

This is different from watching a movie, where he can fast forward with one hand, but he can only rely on his spirit to observe every time, and the risks and pressure he bears are also huge.

This time, apart from seeing some of Chu Chaoran's past, Zhang Fan still did not find any past related to the [Golden Cloud Treasure Box].

"Go to sleep."

Endless fatigue surged over Zhang Fan like a tide. He felt that his body was like a puddle of mud. He could no longer think. His eyelids drooped and he gradually fell asleep.

……

The next day, the sound of birds singing rang in my ears.

Zhang Fan opened his eyes and it was already daybreak. He could only enjoy such a sweet and deep sleep every time he explored the memories of the Three Corpses Taoist.

Although comprehending the Three Corpses Yuandan was extremely risky and he felt extremely exhausted every time he finished, after waking up, Zhang Fan could feel that his soul seemed more solid.

With the strength of his primordial spirit, he can achieve such training results, which shows how terrifying the Three Corpses Taoist's memory is.

"Take a break for two days."

Zhang Fan needs to eliminate the influence of yesterday's spying memory before he can explore again, otherwise even he will become mentally disturbed.

Thinking of this, Zhang Fan got up, washed up simply, and went out.

Arriving at the gate of Hongfu Garden, Zhang Fan glanced around casually and saw a familiar figure on the street.

"Uncle Feng!?"

Feng Pingan, when Zhang Fan still lived in the old house, he sold pancakes at the entrance of the alley. A few days ago, after Zhang Fan returned to the old house and tasted his cooking, he went to patronize the place several times.

Who would have thought that he would actually set up his stall at the entrance of Hongfu Garden.

"Uncle Feng..."

Zhang Fan walked over and said hello. Feng Ping'an was looking down at a book in his hands, reading with great interest...

"Uncle Feng..." Zhang Fan called out again when he saw that the other party did not respond.

At this time, Feng Ping'an put down the book in his hand and looked over.

"Xiao Fan..."

"Uncle Feng, why did you set up your stall here?" Zhang Fan couldn't help but ask.

"The old residential area has been demolished, so we'll move to another place to continue making pancakes." Feng Ping'an grinned and said, "Xiao Fan, do you live here?"

"Yes, I live in Hongfu Garden."

Zhang Fan nodded, and his eyes glanced over and fell on the cover of the book in Feng Ping'an's hand.

"Investiture of the Gods!?"

"Xiaofan, have you read this novel?" Feng Ping'an asked casually.

"I've seen a little bit..."

In fact, Zhang Fan had not read the original novel, he had only watched the TV series.

"This novel is very interesting and worth reading... There is a magic weapon in it called the Nine Dragons Divine Fire Cover. It is really powerful. With just a cover, nine fire dragons fly up and melt Niangniang Shiji." Feng Ping'an described it vividly, as if he was still immersed in the plot and couldn't extricate himself.

The Nine-Dragon Divine Fire Cover he mentioned is the magic weapon of Taiyi Zhenren from the Jinguan Cave in Qianyuan Mountain.

The prototype of Taiyi Zhenren is the legendary Taiyi Rescuer of Sufferings, and the nine-headed lion in Journey to the West is his mount.

In the Investiture of the Gods, Taiyi Zhenren is a disciple of Yuanshi Tianzun, one of the Twelve Golden Immortals of Yuxu Palace, and the master of the famous Three Altars and Sea Assembly God Nezha. He is famous for protecting his own people in the entire Investiture of the Gods.

In the book, Nezha caused trouble in the East China Sea, and the Dragon King of the East China Sea complained to the Heavenly Court. Taiyi Zhenren actually taught his disciples to go to the Heavenly Court to stop the Dragon King of the East China Sea and beat the old Dragon King up.

Nezha was drawing his bow and arrow at Chentang Pass and accidentally shot and killed the disciple of Shiji Niangniang. The latter came to his house and Nezha was defeated and ran to Taiyi Zhenren. The master and disciple actually dragged Shiji Niangniang into the cave and killed her.

At that time, Taiyi Zhenren used the [Nine Dragons Divine Fire Cover] to kill people and silence them, leaving no ashes behind. He can be said to be the first person in the Conferred God to protect his people.

"The Nine-Dragon Divine Fire Hood...it's such a great treasure. Just like when we make pancakes, one stove is not enough, so I set up another stove, and burn nine stoves together. Even a pancake can be made..." Feng Ping'an grinned and murmured softly.

"Nine furnaces..."

Zhang Fan was stunned for a moment, and suddenly an idea flashed in his mind, and he froze there.

"Yes, quantitative change leads to qualitative change..."

His [Fire Dragon Pill Sword] is indeed top-notch among the minor skills, and it is extremely difficult to improve it...

But if the quality of the real fire cannot be improved, then improve its quantity.

With Zhang Fan's current cultivation level, if he exerted his full strength, he could condense a ray of Dan Fire, which was like a little dragon producing real fire, or like sword energy spitting out mysterious light. This is what Taoists call a "fire dragon". This fire dragon alone condensed all the power of the [Fire Dragon Dan Sword].

If more "fire dragons" could be condensed and combined together in a special way, like the [Nine Dragons Divine Fire Cover] in The Investiture of the Gods, the power generated would be compressed in a specific space, and the power generated would be incomparable to that of a simple [Fire Dragon Pill Sword].

In fact, any magic, if extended and used more subtly, will be a transformation from small success to great success.

With the same foundation, each person builds a different house.

Just like the [Five Thunders Method], everyone is the same after practicing it, but if you go a step further, what each person figures out will be very different, and the power will also be different.

"Uncle Feng, you are simply a genius." Zhang Fan suddenly had an epiphany and his eyes lit up.

"What genius?"

"Uncle Feng, you are the leader of the cake industry." Zhang Fan laughed excitedly, turned around and left.

"Xiao Fan, do you want to make some pancakes?" Feng Ping'an shouted behind him.

"Uncle Feng, another day."

Zhang Fan's voice came from a distance, gradually fading away.

"Xiaofan is a really smart kid." Feng Ping'an looked at Zhang Fan's receding back, put down the book in his hand, and couldn't help but sigh.

"Do you know that you can't set up stalls here?"

At this moment, a stern voice came from the side.

"Comrade Urban Management, I will immediately..."

Feng Ping'an was greeting, but before he could finish his words, he turned around and saw a fat man in security uniform walking towards him.

"Liu Canshou, aren't you just a security guard? Since when did you start to get involved in what's happening on the street?" Feng Ping'an saw who was coming and quickly changed his expression, saying indifferently.

"Feng Erbing, why are you making pancakes on my territory?" Liu Fusheng grinned and said, "Shouldn't I show some appreciation?"

"I'm your second uncle's third aunt." Feng Ping'an glanced at her sideways, appearing fearless.

"Hey, I heard that old man Lou Hechuan has searched all over Yujing City recently, trying to dig you out?" Liu Fusheng teased, "The former vice president of the Jiangnan Provincial Dao League is as panic-stricken as a dog that has lost its home... It's really tragic."

"I feel sorry for your third aunt's sixth cousin. That old guy is very good at running the mountain. In terms of Taoism, I can defeat two of them alone." Feng Ping'an sneered.

"Do you think I'm afraid of him? I'm in Yujing City, let's see what he can do to me. I'll go to the Jiangnan Provincial Road Alliance to sell pancakes someday."

"If you are awesome, then go ahead. If you dare to go, I will give you two kilograms of talismans." Liu Fusheng chuckled.

Having said this, Liu Fusheng paused for a moment and subconsciously looked in the direction where Zhang Fan was leaving.

"You are a master of fire refining. Did the leader ask you to come back and teach Xiaofan?"

“When you reach a high level of cultivation, you need to comprehend and understand many things on your own…what others teach you is theirs…” Feng Ping’an whispered in a low voice.

He did not get the name of Jiaotu Yanjun for nothing. He knew very well that it is better to teach a man to fish than to give him a fish.

"He is the son of the sect leader. Needless to say, he is naturally gifted and intelligent. He understands things very quickly. What else does he need me to teach him?" Feng Ping'an shook his head.

"The Yangtze River's waves behind push the waves ahead, and the new era's waves will crush you sooner or later..."

"I'll beat you to death too." Liu Fusheng chuckled and said, "Give me a pancake..."

"Omelette, no crackers, tenderloin and sausage, the best sausage, sweet and spicy sauce, lots of green onions..."

"You're really good at eating fried eggs." Feng Pingan rolled his eyes and said, "The gas tank is empty and I can't light it."

"Won't you use your [Liu Ren Ding Fire] to share one with me?"

"You want me to use [Liuren Ding Fire] to make pancakes for you?"

"If you don't give me a stall, don't set up a stall here, move somewhere else quickly..."

"Why are you, a stinky security guard, pretending to be a crooked-mouthed dragon king in front of me?"

Early in the morning, at the gate of Hongfu Huayuan Community, a responsible old security guard and a pancake stall owner started arguing with each other, attracting passers-by to stop and watch from time to time.

……

Tan Mansion.

This is the neighborhood where Shi Shougong and Su Shiyu live. Zhang Fan had been wandering outside for the whole morning, thinking about the idea of ​​upgrading the [Fire Dragon Pill Sword], and unknowingly came here.

Since returning from Dongshan Province, he has not paid much attention to these two little demons.

Immediately, he walked into the community and came to the residence of Shi Shougong and Su Shiyu.

"Brother Fan, why are you here?"

When she opened the door, Su Shiyu, who was wearing loose home clothes, slippers and a bun, saw the person coming, a strange light flashed in her beautiful eyes, and she hurriedly took Zhang Fan's arm and pulled him in.

"Let me see you."

As soon as he entered the room, Zhang Fan saw Shi Shougong sitting cross-legged on the sofa, his soul out of his body, hanging three inches above his head.

The original spirit of the stone gecko is a lizard.

When spirits take over human bodies and transform into monsters, it is usually not visible on the surface, but their souls are fundamentally different from those of human cultivators.

call……

At this moment, there was a small tripod placed in front of the stone gecko, and inside the tripod was a fleshy worm with a faint blue glow all over its body. It looked very much like a glowing silkworm, but its head was extremely large.

"Brain silkworm!?" Zhang Fan recognized it at the first sight.

This kind of insect is recorded in the Taoist Secret Records, and is called the [Brain Silkworm]. In the past, this kind of insect could only be raised in places like academies and private schools. In particular, the lazy and playful students who did not want to study all day long had a scent that was most liked by the [Brain Silkworm] and they would feed on it.

This kind of insect is invisible to ordinary people. Only Taoist methods and awakened souls can see and capture it.

It is said that if this kind of insect is placed on the body of good students with good character and academic performance, within three months they will become unruly and even abandon their studies.

In the past, many ill-intentioned young men would buy these insects from evil Taoist priests and use them to harm their classmates.

"You are really diligent." Zhang Fan praised.

Monsters like the Stone Gecko like to consume insects as medicine, which are beneficial to their spirits and can improve their cultivation level.

This kind of [brain silkworm] can also be purchased on the black market through special channels.

"You have to be diligent. Monsters are different from humans. They face more tribulations when practicing." Su Shiyu pulled Zhang Fan to sit down and poured him a cup of tea.

When a spirit takes over another's body and becomes a demon, it violates heaven's taboos and disrupts social order, thus causing more disasters.

Nowadays, there are very few monsters. After the founding of the country, monsters are not allowed to appear. This is an iron rule. Even if there are exceptions and they take advantage of loopholes, their living space is extremely narrow.

As for old monsters over 300 years old, they are even rarer. They can only be found in places like Ailao Mountain, Kunlun Mountain, Changbai Mountain, and the 800-li Qinling Mountains...

However, little monsters like Shi Shougong and Su Shiyu dare not even set foot in such places.

"Are there still a lot of monsters in these places?" Zhang Fan couldn't help but ask.

He has always been extremely curious about monsters.

"It can't be said to be a lot. I heard from some senior big demons in the circle that there are still thousands of them. Those who dare to practice in these places are all tough guys." Su Shiyu whispered.

"Among them, there are many old demons who have practiced for more than three hundred years."

"Is there anyone who is the most powerful? Where does he practice?" Zhang Fan asked curiously.

"Of course there are the most powerful ones."

At this moment, the voice of Shi Shougong came, and he woke up from his cultivation.

"But the most powerful one is not in these desperate situations."

"Where is it?" Zhang Fan asked.

"The one recognized by the circle as the world's number one demon... is called [Yan Wang]. It has practiced for less than three hundred years, but it is the world's number one demon..."

When that name was mentioned, a look of awe appeared on Su Shiyu's pretty face.

"King Yan!?" Zhang Fan chewed on this unfamiliar name.

"Yes, King Yan is the number one demon in the world. It is rumored that he has not walked in the secular world for sixty years..." Shi Shougong said in a deep voice.

"Sixty years ago, it entered the Taoist temple and never left since."

"Which Taoist temple?" Zhang Fan became even more curious.

"The Taoist temple of Wuwei Sect's ancestral temple."

"It is rumored that the true form of King Yan is a dog..."

Su Shiyu lowered his voice and said slowly: "A big black dog!!"

(End of this chapter)