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Chapter 693

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    "Mr. Zhao, your birthday billhow could it be like this?"

    Concubine Yu could hardly believe her eyes,

    "Birth, old age, sickness and death are very common things. You don't always think that you can live forever if you walk in Yanfu, right? You are in a good situation now. A Yanfu incident lasts ten days and a half month, at least half a year and a year is over. We can't do it in the past  Well, it was common for me to stay in a fruit for decades in the past. Although the flow rate between fruits is different, people in it will age at the same speed. Otherwise, Milli would not have died in the fruit.  I've been in Yan Fusi for too long, and before I know it, there are only a few years left to live."

    Zhao Jianzhong sighed and said: "Six years is not too short. Yan Zhaohui has been established to this day. Calculated in the time of Tian Jiazi Nine, it is only two years. It is a great blessing to die."

    These words are undoubtedly a disguised admission that he really only has six years of life.

    "It doesn't matter, increasing Yangshou is not difficult."

    Daqian Yanfu, there are not many ways to increase Yangshou, there are still dozens of methods, let¡¯s say Yu Shiqie has recovered by herself, her flesh and blood can be highly poisonous, or it can be a great tonic.  The two green and red snakes raised by Master Yu's concubine as goddaughters were fed with his own flesh and blood, and their lifespan has been extended to this day.

    It shouldn't be a problem to collect all Yan Zhaohui and make up for Zhao Jianzhong's lifespan of more than a hundred years.

    Concubine Yu thought to herself.

    "You still don't understand me."

    Zhao Jianzhong shook his head: "Let me ask you, how is your longevity?"

    "More than seven hundred. My inheritance is special. I often consume flesh and blood. I have lost my lifespan over the years, but it is not difficult to make up for it."

    Concubine Yu replied truthfully.

    Generally speaking, the lifespan of Yanfu walking and walking is only roughly related to the status and karma certified by Yanfu.  About a thousand.

    "Generally speaking, the representative of the Sixth Division is only stronger than the inheritance he acts on behalf of, and will not be weaker. The only exception is longevity. In Yan Zhaohui, there is a Chun's successor called He Jingye, right? Da Chun  With five thousand years as spring, five thousand years as autumn, and 16,000 years as one year, how about a dedicated Yangshou?¡±

    "According to what he said, he was in his early eighties."

    "Let me tell you, no matter what method you use to prolong your life, you can only live for a thousand years when you walk in Yanfu. I actually lived for nine hundred and ninety-one years. The three years I lost to Sekong are okay.  There¡¯s no way out.¡±

    Zhao Jianzhong stood up, his back was still straight, and he looked hale and hearty: "You guys have done a good job, let's go, there is still a little bit to deal with."

    "Understood." Concubine Yu was a little confused: "I will keep this matter a secret."

    "It can't be kept. Since the Sifan people know it, it won't take long before it will reach the ears of other people in Yanfu."

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

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

    After a long time, a little golden light shone in the sea water, and a dark golden skull was carried by the sea water and rushed to the feet of Sekong. The seven holes of the skull were filled with black flames, and it was the Muni who set himself on fire.

    When Muni saw Sekong, he trembled excitedly, but he didn't have a vocal cord tongue. The skull was washed by the sea water, and it slapped Sekong's feet back and forth.  Suddenly, Sekong raised his foot.

    rustle

    A big wave came over, covering up the sound of the wind, and Se Kong crushed Muni's skull with one foot, with a strong look of disgust on his face: "Useless trash!"

    Still perplexed, she kicked the scattered skulls until they were smashed with several kicks, letting the sea water wash away the bone dregs on the soles of her feet.

    Wenle just watched quietly, without saying a word.

    It was a long time before Se Kong stepped onto the beach, his smooth feet were spotless.

    "You helped me a lot this time. Don't hang out with the old and sick in the future, just follow me, and you won't suffer."

    "OK."

    Facing the color space, Wen Le agreed straightforwardly. Behind the nun, the scattered dark golden stars in the sea were burnt out bit by bit by the heart fire, and there was no trace of Muni in the world.

    "By the way, I heard from others that Yan Zhaohui's ninja would not be able to recognize you if you pretend to be someone else, so what exactly 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 Wen Le said, the muscles and bones on his face changed rapidly, and finally turned into another look.

      Thin and tall, with star-like eyes, high nose bridge, and two small dimples when the corners of the mouth are unconsciously pursed.  His eyes were cold.

    It was exactly what Li Yan looked like.

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

    Plague said with a smile,

    "You haven't been back to the plight for a long time. This time, you can go back with me and take a look. It's a vacation."

    "OK."

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

    In front of Wenle's eyes was a thick and inextricable darkness.

    Sekong took his hand, obviously in a good mood: "I have long heard the speculation of the old man that Zhao Jianzhong's life span is not that abundant. In a few years at most, in order to survive, he has to withdraw from the Yan Zhaohui. Then it will be our good chance."

    "How have you been in these years of hardship?"

    Pang Le was in a trance.

    "Excellent, tens of millions of people in the state regard me as a god, the four seasons are smooth, milk and honey flow in the river, this is nothing more than a fairyland on earth. You will know when you arrive."

    Finally, a little light appeared in front of Wen Le's eyes, and the two walked out of the darkness, stepping on the edge of a green cliff.

    The endless blue wild mountains, the sky cracked countless crimson giant holes, hot magma poured down, and violently rose to form dust haze covering the wilderness. The majestic flames engulfed forests, rivers, man-made docks and crops  .

    Shiny black dust fell from the thick clouds, and all the creatures who were forced to flee their hometowns by the fierce natural disasters soon died and decayed after being contaminated by the dust.

    On the Ulonglong sky, the huge black python looms, piercing a hole in the sky from time to time, and those huge magma holes are made in this way.

    "Wow, what a wonderland on earth."

    Wenle said dryly.

    One after another red light and shadow fell from the sky, they were covered with crimson flames, and they couldn't see the real appearance, only the outline and shadow of the wings.  Hundreds of red shadows gathered together, followed by a violent explosion at the place where the red and hard gathered, and the shining white light covered all colors and sounds.

    Wen Le covered her eyes: "It's the three-eyed Universal Feather Soldiers, and they should have come out in force."

    Sekong didn't answer, raised his head, looked through the thick dark clouds, and finally saw the head of the giant python in the sky clearly. It was actually a vague but robust human body with a bright lamp in its mouth, and a crooked man sitting in front of the flame.  The old man, in a black cloth coat, supported a cane with both hands.

    Zhuo Jiu.

    "Although I haven't found the Sifan person yet, I am more than 90% sure this time that this fruit of undetermined sequence is the base camp of Sifan and Eight Sufferings among the Four Realities, the Eight Suffering Realm! Please believe me, Mr. Zhuo."

    Wei Yueyan, who wore a dragon-pattern cheongsam and held a golden pen as a hairpin, said so.

    "Of course I believe you."

    Zhuo Jiu stood up: "The person has arrived!" (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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