From the Bird

"Mr. Zhao, your life plan... how could this be?"

Yu Shi's concubine could hardly believe her eyes,

"Birth, old age, sickness and death is a very common thing. You never think that Yan Fu can live forever by walking, right? You are in a good situation now. A Yan Fu incident takes ten days and a half months, a big deal, half a year, and a year is over. , I used to stay in a fruit for decades is commonplace. Although the flow rate between the fruit is different, but people in it, the senescence is the same fast. Otherwise, Mi Li will not die in the fruit. I have been hanging around in Yan Fusi for too long, unconsciously, there are only a few years left to live."

Zhao Jianzhong sighed: "Six years is not too short. The Yan Zhaohui has been established to this day. It is only two years in Tian Jiazijiu's time. It is a great blessing to die."

This is undoubtedly an admission in disguise that he really only has six years of life.

"It doesn't matter, Zengyangshou is not difficult."

Daqian Yanfu, there are not many ways to Zengyangshou, dozens of ways are still available, just say that Yushi concubine is good for herself, her flesh and blood can be highly poisonous, or it can be a big tonic. The two green and red snakes raised by Yushi's concubine as a goddaughter were fed with his own flesh and blood to extend their life to this day.

It should be no problem to collect Yan Zhaohui and collect Zhao Jianzhong's life of more than a hundred years.

The rain concubine thought to himself.

"You still don't understand what I mean."

Zhao Jianzhong shook his head: "I ask you, how is your positive life?"

"More than seven hundred, my inheritance is special, I consume flesh and blood at every turn, and my longevity has been lost over the years, but it is not difficult to make up."

Yushi concubine answered truthfully.

Generally speaking, the number of lifespans that Yan Fu walks and walks is roughly related to the position karma certified by Yan Fu, one hundred for ten, two hundred for nine, four hundred for eight poles, six hundred for seven palaces, eight hundred for six divisions, five parties always have. About a thousand.

"Generally speaking, Liusi's substitutes are only stronger than his inheritance, not weaker. But with the exception of lifespan, there is a Chunk in the Yan Zhaohui, called, He Jingye, right? Da Chun Taking five thousand years as spring, five thousand years as autumn, and 16,000 years as one year, what about the dedication of life?"

"According to what he said, he was in his early eight hundred years."

"Let me tell you, no matter what method you use to extend your life, Yan Fu can only live for a thousand years when walking. I have lived for 1991 years. I lost to Sekong for three years. There is no way to get it."

Zhao Jianzhong stood up, his waist was still very straight, and he looked vigorous: "The little guys have done a good job, let's go, there is still a little bit of the tail to deal with."

"I got it." Yu Shi's concubine had six gods and no masters: "I will keep this matter secret."

"It can't be kept, since the people in Sifan know it. It won't be long before it will reach the ears of Yan Fu and others."

...

The waves surged onto the beach, and Wenle stood behind Sekong, rubbing her throat constantly.

Sekong stepped barefoot in the sea, and the waves wet her ankles.

For a long time, there was a little golden light in the sea, and a dark golden skeleton was carried by the sea and rushed to the feet of Sekong. The seven holes of the skeleton were filled with black afterglow. It was Muni who set himself on fire.

When Muni saw Sekong, he trembled with excitement, but there was no vocal tongue. The skull was washed by the sea, and he slapped Sekong's feet back and forth, and the sea breeze blew over the skull, making a sound of wind. Suddenly, Sekong lifted his foot.

Rustle...

A big wave came over, covering up the sound of the wind, Sekong crushed Mou Ni's skull with one foot, and his face was full of disgust: "Useless waste!"

She still couldn't help but kicked it away with a few feet, stomping on the scattered skulls, causing the sea to wash away the bones of her feet.

Wei Le just watched quietly, without saying a word.

After a long time, Sekong set foot on the beach, and her smooth soles were spotless.

"You helped me a lot this time. Don't mess with the old sick in the future, just follow me, without your disadvantage."

"Okay."

Faced with Se Kong's face, Wei Le promised categorically. Behind the nun, the scattered dark golden stars in the sea were burned out by the fire, and there was no trace of Muni in the world.

"By the way, I heard people say that if you pretend to be someone else, Yan Zhaohui's forbearance can't be recognized, so what do you look like?"

"I myself have forgotten what I look like, this fruit is about to sink into Ye Hai, and this face is useless."

As Wenle said, the muscles and bones on his face changed rapidly, and finally turned into another look.

Thin and tall, with eyes like big stars, high nose, and two small pear vortices when the corners of the mouth are unconsciously pressed. His eyes were cold.

It is exactly what Li Yan looks like.

"Let's live with this face for some time to come."

Pei Le said with a smile,

"It's been a long time since you've returned to your hardship, right? You can go back with me this time. It's a holiday."

"Okay."

A pupil-shaped crack opened behind the two people, swallowing them together.

In front of Wenle's eyes was the deep darkness that could not be turned away.

Sekong took his hand, obviously in a good mood: "I have long been guessing from the old sick that Zhao Jianzhong's life span is not so abundant. At most a few years, in order to survive, he has to withdraw from Yan Zhaohui. Then it will be our good opportunity."

"How is the suffering these years?"

Wen Le was a little tranced.

"Excellent. Tens of millions of people in the state have regarded me as a god. The four seasons are smooth, and the river is dripping with milk and honey. This is nothing more than a fairyland on earth. You will know when you arrive."

Finally, a little light appeared in front of Wenle's eyes, and the two of them walked out of the darkness and stepped on the edge of a green cliff.

The endless green mountains and mountains, the sky cracks countless crimson huge holes, hot lava pouring down, and violently rising out of the dust covering the wilderness, majestic flames swallow forests, rivers, and artificial docks and crops .

The thick clouds dropped shining black dust, and all the creatures who were forced to flee their hometown by the ferocious natural disasters soon died and decayed after being contaminated with the dust.

In the Udonlong sky, a huge black python is looming, piercing a hole in the sky from time to time, and those magma caves are made in this way.

"Wow, wonderland on earth."

Wei Le said dryly.

Red light and shadow fell from the sky one after another, and they were enveloped in crimson flames. They couldn't see the real appearance, only the outline and shadow of the wings could be seen. Hundreds of red shadows gathered together, and a violent explosion occurred in the place where the red and hard converge, and the shiny white light blocked all colors and sounds.

Wenle covered his eyes: "It's Sanyan Huanqiu's Feather God Soldier. It should have come out in full force."

Sekong did not answer, raised her head, looked through the thick dark clouds, and finally saw the head of the giant python in the sky. It was a vague but strong figure with a bright lamp in her mouth, and a rickety sitting in front of the flame. The old man, in a black cloth coat, is holding a cane in both hands.

Zhuo Jiu.

"Although I haven't found Sifan's person, I am more than 90% sure this time that this undecided fruit is the base camp of the four realities, the base camp of Sifan's eight sufferings, and the eight hardships! Please believe me, Mr. Zhuo."

Said Wei Yueyan, who wore a dragon-pattern cheongsam and took a golden pen as her hairpin.

"Of course I believe you."

Zhuo Jiu stood up: "The man has arrived!"