What is Destiny?

"White Tiger Pass" said: Words are ruthless, and the spirit is poor.

"Release" is like an ice release.

"Guan Yinzi Four Fu Chapters" is also a gathering of qi, and it is scattered.

And Mao Zhenhuang's feeling is just a dead ear!

Build the foundation of the eighth plague and know gluttony, gluttony and realize greed, greed and clear giving, giving and forgetfulness.

One famine and four leads, the end is terrifying, and the last disaster can be solved by the word "death"?

Mao Zhenhuang shook his head and sighed lightly, sitting cross-legged on the ground, which was obviously impossible.

If the word "death" can't be said, how many realizations will be introduced.

After all, the number nine is the extreme!

The first eight disasters are in danger, and the evil is in danger, even if there is a danger of death, how can it be compared with the last disaster.

After closing his eyes for a while, he found that his fingers were already ten fingers covered with green bamboo shoots, and his nails were visibly longer than his fingers.

Mao Zhenhuang, who raised the knife and slashed, but only cared about the strange appearance in his hands, didn't find that his hair had reached his waist, and it wasn't until he mopped the floor that he had an understanding of what state he was in now.

Longevity!

His own bone spirit was increasing wildly, and in just half a column of lemongrass true yellow, he felt that he had increased by more than ten years.

Standing at a glance, at a glance is already a strong year.

Mao Zhenhuang panicked!

According to this method, he can completely complete his life in an hour.

The nails grew to the point that they began to tie knots, the hair hung down like a thick snake, and the blood all over the body seemed to be decaying.

As the years passed, he pondered deeply, the green silk hair on his head was already half gray, and the corners of his eyes were stacked with three layers of fish tails, and the flesh of his body was no longer strong, but gradually became loose and flabby, and his eyes began to be dim.

More than half a hundred years old, the year of knowing whether you know the destiny of heaven, and the year of Aifu and Dayan.

The time of a stick of incense, Mao Zhenhuang is fifty years old!

And the hair is still white, the fat face is still wrinkled, and the hair on the back can no longer bear the heaviness and begins to become rickety.

The hand full of vicissitudes grabbed the crown and cut the long hair that was mopping the floor behind the back, and Mao Zhenhuang's face was sweating profusely, and a sense of despair rose!

Asking about the Three Heart Tribulation, he never thought that the last disaster of this foundation building would be like this.

There is nothing to understand, and there is no time to give him enlightenment!

His body was still decaying, and even his ears could no longer hear the sound of the breeze coming from the crack in the mountain, and his cultivation had fallen to the sixth level of the Heavenly Mandate, and the foundation of the eighth-layer immortal path was even more invisible.

Sixty!

The year of the sixtieth and the flat head is also known as the year of the ear and the year of the cane.

The hair finally stopped rising like crazy, but there was no longer a strand of green silk, it was all white, and the silver was brighter than the winter snow.

Trying to hold the crown up, Mao Zhenhuang walked to the mouth of the mountain with difficulty and glanced at the outside world.

He had the idea of being left to die!

Enlightenment is not realized, there is no feeling, and there is a sense of confusion in the heart.

"What a foundation building ninth plague!"

In a word, the tone is full of the vicissitudes of the world.

This is realization, not illusion!

He knew that this plague was death.

But this kind of death thought in his heart is like poison, which fills his mind in an instant, and his Dao heart is like a small sail in the angry waves, and it may overturn in an instant.

For a short time, the silver hair on his head had dimmed, and he fell halfway down his shoulder.

Mao Zhenhuang can't stand it!

The twilight of the body began to have a limited amount of time to stand.

Seventy years old, the age of antiquity!

Ancient rare, ancient scarce, ancient scarce, there are very few people in the world who can live to this age, and he knows that he is going to die.

So he was ready to lie down.

It is better to lie in a deep pit that you have dug yourself.

In just half a stick of incense, the Dao Heart was lost!

And the pit was dug very quickly, although he was dying, but the crown in his hand was still sharp, when he was really yellow and approaching the cane, he finally lay down into the big pit he dug for himself as he wished.

The pit was not very comfortable, and there was an endless aura of evil on it, and he wanted to repair this pit to bury himself.

But after getting up for a long time, he found that his arms were no longer able to support his fat body, and finally he had no choice but to lie back on his back, raising his hand like a dead branch to pull the soil into the pit.

From the year of the cane dynasty to the old age, the soil can be filled by a quarter of itself.

died too slowly, Mao Zhenhuang finally had no choice, grabbed the lacquered crown on the side and glanced at it.

He thinks he should have come a little quicker to wipe his neck!

However, the knife was a little disgusted with him, and being caught in his hand was not only dazzling, but also erupted into a strong resistance and trembling.

Mao Zhenhuang touched his neck, didn't care about Guandu's dislike at all, and dragged the handle of the knife with his right hand towards his neck.

Bang!

Guandu instantly took off his hand, the ghostly light burst out, and the blade of the knife was plunged straight into the stone wall, and there was a sad sound between the violent shaking.

The knife seems to have given birth to a spirit!

But Mao Zhenhuang, whose eyes were already dim, could only sigh.

He's going to die!

Everything in the world is not half interested in him, let alone a knife, he doesn't even have the strength to bury himself.

In the end, Mao Zhenhuang, who was helpless, could only climb out of the pit and move towards the crown capital.

He couldn't bear the pain of old age, so this was the fastest way to die in the world.

When he grabbed the crown capital again, Mao Zhenhuang's eyes, which had already begun to be dead, finally burst into a little light.

But this little light seems to be the light of death!

The sound of the knife screaming became louder, and the vibration was directly taken off, this time it was inserted deeper into the stone wall, leaving only half of the handle outside the stone wall.

Mao Zhenhuang was disappointed at this, and it was impossible to wipe his neck with a knife.

Leaning against the stone wall, until his face was full of wrinkles, his head became bald, and there was not a single tooth left, and the idea of falling asleep began to attack his brain.

The Year of Mackerel!

"Commentary on the Verse" notes: the back of the weeping mackerel, the mountain is lonely, the forehead is increased with the hand, and the back is thanked.

This is to tell him that Mao Zhenhuang should kowtow to God when he lives to be ninety years old.

Thank God for nothing, but death is pervasive!

The knife should not be mastered, and in the end, Mao Zhenhuang could only tremble and stretch out his dry hand and grab a yellow talisman from the wine gourd.

The Fire Cloud Spell he drew himself.

With a tear of his hands, a blazing fire appeared in front of him.

Mao Zhenhuang smiled at the firelight on his face, and then leaned his head forward slightly with both hands.

Since he can't be buried, and he can't be killed, self-immolation seems to be a good choice for him.

The idea is wonderful, but the reality is skinny!

The skull was halfway through when the rootless fire had already been extinguished.

The rotten talisman he drew didn't even reach the level of fifty percent of Huayang Tianzong's genuine talisman, and it didn't even burn for ten seconds.

I dig a pit, but I don't have the strength to fill the soil; if I want to wipe my neck, the knife should not be the master; if I kill myself twice, the knife is not the master; if I burn and burn, the charm is not the main record.

I wanted to die four times, but I didn't die!

Whether it is a machine in the world or a coincidence, it seems that he has been driven away.

And Mao Zhenhuang, who was bent on death, could only wait for his natural death with dull eyes.

This death is expected to be no accident, and it will come quickly!

It may not be more than half a pillar of incense time.

The year of anticipation!

When the age is 100, the period is the expectation, and the Yi is the offering.

At this time, Mao Zhenhuang didn't know the taste of food and clothing, but he didn't even have the strength to raise his hand, and he couldn't get it when he was paralyzed on the ground and begged for death, so he could only look up at the stone top embedded with Xuanjing with his eyes stunned.

The silver light seemed to be a little beautiful, his favorite ever!

And this attention is the hour of half a pillar of incense.

Period, life is a hundred years, so a hundred years to look forward to the name, embrace and all silent, all enjoy in the Yi.

But there is another name for the hopeful.

It's called Renrui!

What is Renrui?

"The Text of the Sacrifice" has a record:

Hao's head is pale, expired old age, Guozhen is eternal, Jiming Qingshan, Tianzhong is pure, and he is a man.

It is not only "Rui", but also auspicious!

Mao Zhenhuang's ear bones gradually became clear, his nose smelled Qi Yao's fragrance, and his eyes could see spiritual flowers all over the ground, and the smoke and haze were scattered.

The golden light is rolling red, and the rui qi is spraying purple in thousands of ways!

The sight of the eye, the sense of knowledge, is so unreal.

And Mao Zhenhuang changed in an instant, just when he was still looking forward to his body, the moment when the heavens descended, and the light shone to regain his age.

It's not real!

"Ah~~~~"

Mao Zhenhuang, who got up, only looked at such a vision of heaven and earth, and then ran to the mouth of the mountain and shouted a heart-rending cry to the gloomy ravines of the underground world.

He didn't even keep his Dao heart in this disaster, he begged for death four times but didn't get it, when he saw the cave vision immortal, he didn't know what kind of mood he was, and only this shout could vent everything in his heart.

The last calamity of the Nine Calamities of the Foundation Building is not a calamity at all, but a heavenly jealousy!

This catastrophe can also be called the disaster of heavenly jealousy.

The number of the Great Yan is fifty, and the Heavenly Dao is only forty and nine, and you are a small foundation to chase the foundation of the pole?

If you don't send down the plague of the underworld, punish you, who will be punished!

There are very few people in the world who can survive the eight calamities, and they still dare to do anything to ask the ninth calamity.

The punishment of the disaster of the old man is that the person who responds to the disaster does not know the height of the sky!

It is inevitable that we cannot cross the past, and it is an accident that we cannot cross the past.

Mao Zhenhuang really wants to thank himself for the crown he picked up, otherwise he would have died in this disaster.

The process was dangerous, but the result made him very happy.

The foundation builder, there are few visions from heaven in the world, except for some characters who have become ancient, he Mao Zhenhuang, who is alive in this world, has not heard of one.

Feel the joy of dripping!

After the wind and rain, there was finally a rainbow, and Mao Zhenhuang felt that the twelve years he had endured in the northwest of Daliang were completely worth it.

If he didn't have that life experience, he would have survived the third calamity by dying in the nine calamities of this foundation, and the fourth calamity of the soldiers would not even have the courage to try, let alone the three calamities of the foundation of the immortal path.

However, this is not the time to be too complacent, and there is still one step left on the road to building a foundation.

Solidify the foundation!

If this step is not successful, it will be useless for him to be the foundation of the nine-layer immortal path, and everything will be beaten back to the prototype.

The consequence of failure is that the foundation of the foundation is built, and the nine calamities are then going through the beginning.

But he didn't seem to have the courage.

But fortunately, there are four Tsukidans in hand, which adds three points of confidence to him.