The cyan is cyan, but it is the state of the petals of the round platform, and it shows a burst of green hazy color, which is different from the expansion of the foundation described in the "Innate Golden Dao Xuandian", square and square, no way, no appearance, and no light.

However, Mao Zhenhuang just glanced at it, and he didn't have time to pay too much attention to what kind of ghost foundation he had built.

Because as long as he doesn't completely solidify the Heavenly Dao Abutment, the gift of Heavenly Dao will continue!

The second disaster, the fire of the world!

This fire is not an innate fire, but a turbid fire of the earth.

In an instant, the miserable green fire in this mountain crack steamed, directly burning the cyan robe on his Mao Zhenhuang body into flying ashes.

This yin fire is the people of the six palaces who cultivate the yin law, and they dare not resist easily!

And if you are burned by this kind of fire, you will be instantly burned into the meridians and acupoints of the human body, penetrating through the mud palace, turning the five internal organs into ashes, decaying limbs, and decades of asceticism are all illusory.

Mao Zhenhuang didn't dare to resist, grabbed the Ink Tiangang Guarding Charm and tore it to pieces in an instant.

Protect the body, guard the heart, and wait for the turbid fire of this place to burn for time, and this catastrophe can be passed.

In the time of half a pillar of incense, the rootless fire rising in the cave space dissipated completely.

This is the best tribulation of the first three tribulations, as long as there is the Ink Tiangang Guardian Charm in hand, I haven't heard of anyone who can't resist it.

The second layer of the abutment is high, and the petals of the round platform are carved in the form of multiplicity, showing the color of green and hazy.

Mao Zhenhuang's divine sense glanced at the bottom of his dantian spirit seabed, and then spit out a mouthful of turbidity in his chest.

Weird is weird, but it is made of a second-grade foundation, if the first layer of the Dao foundation is cast, the ten thousand doubts in his heart are that the method of building the foundation is wrong, when relying on the Ink Tiangang Guarding Spell to pass the fire of the world, it is enough to deny his doubts.

In the process of building the foundation, in addition to the torture of the Heavenly Dao Tribulation, there is no other discomfort in the body.

Since the Heavenly Dao still has the calamity of gifts, he Mao Zhenhuang has no unsteadiness in his heart.

The third plague is not simple!

He didn't know if he could survive the past, because this catastrophe could kill 90% of the people at this stage.

This calamity is the disaster of the body's water, and this water is also extraordinary, called smoked Jinshuo water, a kind of innate metallic water.

Smoked Jinshuo water will be born from the spring point of his body, blow into the six intestines, pass through the dantian, wear the nine orifices and disperse, and the time will not last more than a dozen sucks.

But it's just these ten breaths of time, and if there is no way to deal with it, it is enough to kill him!

The flesh and blood are thinned, and his self-liberation is his end.

And after this pass, he Mao Zhenhuang has a hundred confidence to pass the next three tribulations.

The soles of your feet are cool!

Mao Zhenhuang knew that this third disaster had begun.

took out a bunch of bottles and cans, directly filled his mouth, and instantly inserted his hands into the Xuanjing and began to absorb a large stream of pure aura.

He didn't want to learn how much he could absorb in the end, he just wanted to absorb enough aura into his body to stay for a while, enough to burst the meridians of his body, and even more so that the places where this innate smoked gold water rushed into the meridians were all dense aura, and the slightest meridian flesh and blood and body bones could not be touched.

"Poof—"

Mao Zhenhuang just swallowed the healing powder in his stomach, mixed with a stream of blood, and instantly sprayed all over the sky.

The stomach was directly poked through by this evil smoked Jinshuo water!

But spitting and spitting, the dizzy Mao Zhenhuang couldn't care about the misery at this time, he was distracted and used for two purposes, and the aura that could only stay in the body directly blocked the opening on the stomach, and even made a large stream of aura shoot head-on towards this life-threatening smoked Jinshuo water.

The stomach is followed by the spleen, and after it is the lungs, which are already rotten, and they can't be allowed to poke the next one.

The silver light visible to the naked eye in front of him was dim, and one-third of the ten breaths turned into flying ashes, and the entire narrow mountain crevice was filled with spiritual mist, and the thick and even liquid state.

After another five breaths, less than half of the Xuanjing in his hand was still glowing.

A Xuanyang crystal hill did not flow out of cool water until it turned into an ash heap, and Mao Zhenhuang Jiuqi flowed out of cool water.

"Hahaha~~~"

was so miserable, it didn't stop Mao Zhenhuang, who was lying on the ground, from laughing wildly.

The third plague!

But after two laughs, a mouthful of blood gushing out of his stomach choked him back.

grabbed out the internal injury medicine and swallowed it, Mao Zhenhuang, who was bare-bottomed, leaned against the stone wall and snorted, and his organs were injured by the smoked Jin Shuo water, and he couldn't die.

And the most difficult of the first three tribulations is this water tribulation!

Let the brain circuit Qingqi this thing rely on the Xuanjing aura to pile up, and ordinary monks want to use a large number of heavenly and earth treasures to cleanse the internal organs, or find an innate thing that can smoke Jinshuo water.

Otherwise, this road will not be able to kill 90% of those who want to build a foundation.

The calamity Mao Zhenhuang who was left on the four-grade Heavenly Dao abutment simply didn't pay attention to it, and he was already thinking about how to survive the seventh calamity of the foundation at this time.

The seventh calamity is the six consciousness decay calamities!

If you have enough chance after this disaster, you can realize the law of the heavenly powers, and most of them are the laws of the six senses.

If Fu Lei's "brother's" eye is not born from birth, it is born here to build the foundation of the seventh difficulty.

Don't mention such a thing as discernment, if he can realize the worst supernatural powers, he will be happy for three days and three nights.

Bang!

"I'll go!"

Not long after a moment of wandering outside the world, Mao Zhenhuang, who was paralyzed on the ground, jumped up with a roar.

Looking towards the left leg, there was a half-inch-long opening, and the blood flowed down the thigh to the heel.

The fourth plague, the plague of soldiers!

This disaster and the fifth carbuncle disaster, the sixth plague disaster and successively, the heavenly way to send a knife to cut the body for three days and three nights, the robbed need to bear the pain of ten thousand cuts, the wound can not be treated, ten thousand medicines can not heal, from the fourth day of the wound began to grow maggots and flies, by the spirit of evil piercing the heart.

From the seventh day onwards, the cultivation of the whole body will be close to the mortal, and the epidemic disease, pain, and illness will last for seven days and seven nights.

This is the sixth plague of foundation building, the plague of plague, and no one else can help it.

And after three days, you can build the fourth-grade Heavenly Dao abutment, and after seven days, you can build the fifth-grade Heavenly Dao abutment, and you can hold on to it for fourteen days without dying, and the sixth-grade Heavenly Dao abutment can be reached.

Those who can survive any of these three disasters are outstanding in Zhongzhou!

Even if your innate physique is rotten, the little innate opportunity sent down by the Heavenly Dao is enough to make up for your injuries while making up for your body.

There is even more of a saying in the Immortal Cultivation Realm in the Middle Continent.

Those who can pass the fourth, fifth, and sixth calamities of foundation building, from now on, the cultivator asks the immortals without looking at their own qualifications, but only asks the heavenly Dao abutment to jump a few floors.

This is a huge watershed!

It is also the reason why there are characters like He Shenguang in the Zhuji Monks, as well as the weak thin monkey of the Guanlou Sect's Fu Qi Sixiang family.

Mao Zhenhuang looked at the wound on his leg without even frowning, laughed and began to sit cross-legged on the ground.

He has passed these three plagues!

Daliang has been in the northwest for 12 years, and the scars on his body are said to be few, and there are no other skills, just this ability to endure pain and not be afraid of pain, when he was placed in the northwest of Daliang, he Mao Zhenhuang dared to call the second, and no one dared to say that it was the first.

Zhai Lao Liu's bald man is not an opponent.

The heavenly knife needs to be cut for three days and three nights, Mao Zhenhuang stared at his body that couldn't tell when the wound burst out, and secretly pinched himself.

The average time of one stick of incense is cut twelve times!

In this way, three days and three nights will suffer more than 3,600 swords.

It is comparable to the heaviest punishment in the Great Liang Country - a thousand cuts.

It's a battle of wills!

Persist for three days and three nights not only to live, but also to get a heavenly Dao abutment, and if you can't survive, it will be a thousand cuts and punishments in the world, and you will have the worst distorted face when you die.

This disaster can only be carried hard!

And what he Mao Zhenhuang can do is to swallow a Bigu Pill and then guard the spiritual platform a little clear, reduce the number of beats of his heart, reduce the blood flow rate, close all the acupoints of the twelve meridians around his body, enter the realm of deep turtle breath, endure the pain of thousands of knives, and survive three days and three nights.

This calamity is not difficult for him Mao Zhenhuang, but it is extremely difficult for the quasi-foundation building monk who can come to this point in Zhongzhou.

Few of those people can have his twelve years of battlefield experience, let alone the scars on his body, let alone being slashed 3,600 times, even if they are stabbed, they will all die of pain.

But Mao Zhenhuang was unwilling for twelve years, not to mention 3,600 knives at this time, it was 36,000 knives, as long as he didn't die, he could carry it!

The fat body was cut alive for three days and three nights.

The Heavenly Dao Knife did not cut a single blade on the repeated wounds, and Mao Zhenhuang's whole body, whose eyes were blood-red, had completely become a blood gourd.

The meat slices are as thin as the fat and thin slices of meat in the plum cabbage button!

Fortunately, the wound is not deep, and the Heavenly Dao is just letting it suffer from cutting.

After slowing down for half an hour, after no knife descended on the body, Mao Zhenhuang knew that this level could be regarded as resisting.

The rest of his large plate of meat will be rotten and stinky, until the maggot flies are born in three days and three nights, and the pain of bone erosion and heart drilling.

The maggots and flies came very fast, and the heavenly knife could not stop for an hour, Mao Zhenhuang felt a strange itch between the meat slices and the meat slices, at first it was a little, and after a while, the whole body was turning into a meat flower.

Glancing down at his body, countless live maggots scurried up and down between the wounds, and there were many white maggots with large nails that even fell all over the ground, and the smell of rancid smell had begun to rise all over his body.

"Whew~~~"

Mao Zhenhuang exhaled heavily, and then closed his eyes directly.

Out of sight is out of mind!

This plague is not only tormenting, but also disgusting.

He didn't dare to think about what would happen if he was a friar.

The second three days and three nights.

This calamity Mao Zhenhuang felt more than the fourth calamity, and the maggots would not disgust him, but the pain of being bitten by drilling all over his body was a little unbearable.

In the end, he had no choice, so he could only desperately recall the twelve years of painful life in the northwest of Daliang to disperse the pain of being tortured in his body.

He thought of Blind Chen, thought of Yonghezi, thought of his countless times lying on the hospital bed and groaned in pain without medicine, and even more thought of the hundreds of times he had not returned with a war knife as the beam.

It wasn't until there was a light cough in his mouth that Mao Zhenhuang pulled his scattered mind back to his body.

The maggots and flies had disappeared into the wounds, but they had left him with a tattered and rancid body.

The plague of the fifth carbuncle has passed, and the plague of the sixth plague has begun!