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The wind and rain pass by the mountains, the rugged and long roads, and the years always hate the wasted time. Flowers bloom and fall, and the water passes like shuttles. After several times of worry and danger, the vastness of the sky sighs, and the personnel are gone. Heroes tears, shame and shame, and wine sings to the sky.

Who? After watching it all, the deserted smoke is far away, the sun shines smoothly. Enter our door to see the world, the world is chanted every day, the heart has verses, and the self-nature is chanted. The poisonous dragon is destroyed, and the great power is carried out, and the demons will be subdued tonight.

——"Mantingfang".

But at that time, the dervish asked Ami what the milk pond was, but Ami answered the question and said it was the ideal place for its promotion.

After hearing this, the dervish thought that this would be of great benefit to Ami, so he stopped talking about it and let Ami go to do it himself.

Soon, in the black bowl, the dervish could clearly feel that the temperature of the air was constantly decreasing, and gradually, the sky was cold and cold inside the black bowl!

The dervish micro-formation of more than 30 people, all of whom were practicing their cultivation and resisting the cold, and the dervish felt quite disgusted.

However, everyone was sitting cross-legged and exercising their skills. The dervish monk couldn't say anything, so they had to sit cross-legged and exercising their skills. After all, they had to resist the cold.

According to the article, in the black bowl, the weather is cold and the flowers, plants and trees should not be able to bear it. However, as the master of the magic weapon, the dervish monks clearly perceived it: no tree withered, on the contrary, they all grew more energetic!

Gradually, the dervish also felt that the coldness in the black bowl gradually decreased, but the vitality brought a different warmth into the body!

The dervish felt that although he was still cold outside, he was warm inside his body, and his limbs were as if soaked in magical spiritual breasts!

The dervice knew it, no wonder that none of the flowers, plants and trees in the world below withered. So that's it! Those flowers, plants and trees are rooted on the earth, and they feel the warmth of the earth's energy first, absorbing the spiritual energy in the earth, nourishing themselves, and of course they will not wither.

The dervish closed his eyes and looked inward, and saw that the true energy and spiritual energy in his body and meridians were running like a river, and the river was still rising!

The twelve meridians of the main meridians are like rivers rising water, while the blood vessels of the small meridians are like rivers overflowing. The overflowing "water" are all the true essence and spiritual energy of the immortal family, and they are clearly seeping into bones and muscles!

The dervish is so comfortable that it can't help but want to scream and express his feelings. However, that is impossible. How could the dervish be able to keep shouting at this time?

However, someone had already started screaming outside the black bowl. The scream was not only loud, but also a little bit of fear and hatred.

——At that time, under the control of the spirit Ami, the black bowl escaped from the fingertips of the two great ghost cultivators Lan Yiduo and Meng Dali. Lan Yiduo couldn't help but be shocked and frightened.

Meng Dali snorted coldly, and the skeleton ghost hand flipped his wrist and slapped it forward. He could not see any movement in Meng Dali, but when he saw the skeleton ghost hand, he was like a maggot attached to the bone, followed closely behind the black bowl, and also passed through the tingad corridor, transferred across the door, and chased and grabbed him!

Unfortunately, the black bowl turned into a milky white dust. As the flow of the vast ghost energy flowed forward, Meng Dali's skeleton ghost hand chased forward, the air flow caused by the black bowl instead became the power of the black bowl!

The skeleton ghost hand pushed forward, the air was brought out and the air was roaring, and the air flow was surging. What should I say?

——It’s like a sampan surfing in the water. The water at the bow of the boat is always impacted higher before it can flow to both sides. The air flow in front of the skeleton’s ghost hand is the same. Just like that, this unique airflow momentum was caught by the black bowl.

Specifically, it was captured by the spirit of the instrument Ami. Although the spirit of the instrument was born in the black bowl, in a sense, he understood the principles of natural nature better. Ami took advantage of this little momentum to escape, and was always faster than the big skeleton ghost hand!

Although Meng Dali has a very high level of cultivation, his understanding of this point is far less than Ami!

At that time, it was like lightning, and a big skeleton ghost hand was pushed forward, but there seemed to be nothing in front of it, and only the turbulent ghost energy was pushed.

Meng Dali knew in his heart that there was a slight dust in the milky white airflow in front of his palm, which was exactly the bowl he had seen before!

However, with a slight "pop" sound, the big skeleton ghost hand pressed into the thick white "milk milk pool"!

The big skeleton ghost hand took the opportunity and clenched it into a fist. However, what exactly is it that can be held in this fist?

Meng Dali moved his body and had already arrived next to the milk milk pond. When he stretched out the big skeleton hand to look at it, it was empty!

Meng Dali hated him. At this time, Lan Yiduo had already arrived after Meng Dali; Lan Yiduo said with a chirping voice: "King, the black bowl fell into our cold-breasted spirit pool. I am afraid that it will be frozen into dust in less than half an hour!"

Meng Dali said with a look of reluctance: "Hmph! I don't believe that it will not be damaged if I freeze it!"

Meng Dali and Lan Yiduo stood by the cold-milky spirit pool, quietly watching. Two skeleton ghost cultivators and four empty skeleton eye sockets were fluttering, expressing their thoughts.

I don’t know what these two great ghost cultivators were thinking, but I saw the two skeleton ghost cultivators staring at it for a while, and suddenly they all felt surprised: What a weird thing! The liquid in the cold-milky spirit pool is decreasing!

Oh my God! The temperature in this cold-melted spirit pool is absolutely cold. As strong as Meng Dali, he only dares to extend a big skeleton hand to soak for three or two minutes. What can be left in the absolute cold for a long time?

Moreover, in this cold-milky spirit pool, what is in it is definitely not milk, but death energy, which is the Yin energy, that is, the Siren spirit. This ghost energy is scattered in this underground palace. In the corners of the underground palace, countless skeleton ghost cultivators were born with this Yin energy!

These born skeleton ghost cultivators surrounded the underground palace, worshiped and practiced, and obeyed the orders of Meng Dali, the owner of the underground palace! Meng Dali is the king of the skeleton ghost cultivators, and their beliefs!

Meng Dali certainly knew that this cold mud spirit pool was the auspicious place of his own power, the source of all his strength, and the guarantee of his status!

At this moment, Meng Dali was surprised to find that the "spiritual milk" formed by the Yin Qi in the cold milk spirit pool was actually decreasing. At that time, there was a horse that didn't ride a strange one (ride) and it was strange: What's going on?

Meng Dali's skull couldn't help but raise his head and lower his head. Suddenly, he seemed to understand something and couldn't help but scream!

This scream was loud and complicated, with a bit of fear and a bit of hatred!

Lan Yiduo had not yet understood the king's meaning, and was staring at the cold-supered spirit pool. He was shocked and asked carefully: "What's wrong, king?"

Meng Dali said terrifiedly: "What kind of monster is that? It must have not been frozen to death. It is drinking my spiritual breasts!"

Lan Yiduo still didn't react and said, "Don't be afraid, king, our cold milk spirit pool cannot be moved away. In a few days, it will automatically grow cold milk!"

"Idiot!" Meng Dali wanted to raise his hand to slap Lan Yiduo in the face when he heard this. However, Meng Dali just thought about it and did not take action.

Meng Dali raised his skull and looked up at the sky with a trombone. What came out was a chirping sound that elongated the sound, Lan Yiduo was frightened!

After the trombone, Meng Dali no longer cared about the absolute coldness in the Han Kuling Spirit Pool, leaned down and flew up. A pair of big skeleton ghost hands reached into the pool and groped everywhere.

Meng Dali is trying to fight for frostbite and find that hateful black bowl!

However, since the failure is the first, how could the dervice put himself in danger again?

Meng Dali touched his big skeleton hands, but the black bowl turned into a drop of water, and drifted away with the stirred water flow. Meng Dali was working but ineffective, and his big skeleton hands were frozen almost stiff!

Meng Dali was extremely resentful. Seeing that the cold mud spirit pool was getting shallower and shallower, he hated him, stood up, put his palms in his arms, and then slapped it into the pool!

Immediately, cold breasts in the pond splashed everywhere! When the dervish saw it, he had an idea and immediately told the black bowl weapon spirit Ami to take the opportunity to escape: "Ami, let me control it!"

At this moment, Ami felt that his absorption had reached its peak and was about to cross the initial level of the Immortal Dao and advance to the second level of the Immortal Dao. So Ami said, "Master, I'm only a little short of it to advance. It's just right for you to control it!"

So the dervish controls the black bowl, and the spirit of the artifact Ami sucks cold breasts again - this cold breasts are originally formed by the accumulation of yin energy, which is what the dervish tells Ami to the ghost energy.

This ghost energy is a good thing for Meng Dali and other ghost cultivators, but is extremely terrifying for humans or demon cultivators;

However, the spirit of the weapon Ami is not afraid. The black bowl can absorb all the energy that can be absorbed. After the black bowl is absorbed, the ghost energy is instead converted into the black bowl's own energy and becomes the spiritual energy in the bowl!

Ami had the heart. Although the temperature in the black bowl was extremely low for a while, everything in the bowl could withstand as much as possible. Not only the dervish monks, but also the flowers, plants and trees.

As mentioned earlier, although the flowers, plants and trees are in extreme cold, they do not wither. For example, the leaves on willow trees are also in winter. The two willow trees with deep roots and are full of vitality. The leaves are always more resistant to cold than the other one and wither later.

After saying so much and going around in this circle, it is precisely the metaphor of the tree to see the encounters of the people in the black bowl of the dervish formation!

The people in this micro formation were attracted by the light of the dervish monks and the light of the black bowl. This time, the black bowl sucked the ghost energy in the cold slump spirit pool, and while improving themselves, the lords in the bowl were able to absorb the spiritual energy, breathe and transform, and themselves were greatly improved!

At that time, almost everyone in the der monk formation had to advance to the tribulation!

Although the black bowl was controlled by the dervice, Ami gave Meng Dali a ruthless look before leaving: the bowl opened its mouth wide, and this mouth was just swallowing it directly, swallowing the cold breasts heavily!

——Now, the Han Murghum Spirit Pool has really seen the bottom of it!

Meng Dali slapped her palm and saw the cold breasts splashing everywhere. When he saw the bottom of the spirit pool, he couldn't help but wail. However, the dervish took the opportunity to control the black bowl, and followed a drop of cold breasts splashing out of the spirit pool and was about to escape.

Meng Dali turned around suddenly, and in a pair of hollow skeletons, two fluorescent green fires shining towards the place where the black bowl splashed!

When the dervish saw it, he thought it was not good! He quickly drove the black bowl, escaped from the same path and flew out.

When it comes to this, how could Meng Dali not see where the black bowl is? At that time, Meng Dali rebuked again like a human vow: "If you run away this time, I will be reincarnated and reborn as a yang, and I will not be a ghost cultivator!"

This sound was exactly the same as the sound he heard when he came to make the fairy dishes with Zhao Tianwu and others. As soon as the dervish heard it, he understood it.

But the dervish was driving the black bowl and just flew to the exit of the ghost cultivator's underground palace. The yin energy in front of him was much less than before. Looking up, you could clearly see the sparse stars in the night sky above the sand dune. The dervish was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but Meng Dali behind him was already anxious and grabbed it with one palm!

Meng Dali was anxious. When he grabbed the palm, the skeleton arm suddenly grew longer and became longer. The skeleton ghost hand grabbed the black bowl, but his body still couldn't control himself. He rushed out of the Sand Dune Cemetery Palace with inertia. Just in this moment, he could see how hard Meng Dali, a master of the sixth level of the immortal Taoist skeleton ghost cultivator, was!

Meng Dali was very angry, and was also knocked out of the huge skull by anger!

At this time, the black bowl weapon spirit Ami just broke through the threshold of the initial level of the immortal path and stepped into the second level of the immortal path. The black bowl became a second-grade spiritual weapon!

The spiritual weapon heavenly tribulation has come down!

The night was vast, and the ghost shadows were on the desert and under the sand dunes, all the skeleton ghost cultivators were panicked: Why is there thunder and lightning above our underground palace?

The skeleton ghost cultivators hid in the underground palace tremblingly, and they could lie down if they could lie down. They could squeeze together and couldn't lie down. You were lying on me, I was lying on you, and I was lying on you, and we were lying in the underground palace!

Outside the Sand Dune Cemetery Palace, Meng Dali was still resentful and did not react for a moment. A skeleton ghost hand tightly grasped the black bowl, and a thunder and lightning of the heavenly tribulation landed!

This time, it was equivalent to the skeleton ghost cultivator Meng Dali who intervened in the heavenly tribulation of the black bowl!

At that time, the heavenly tribulation doubled, and huge lightning slashed down one after another!

When the first thunder and lightning of heaven was struck down, Meng Dali, a master of skeleton ghost cultivator, was clenching his fist and clenching the black bowl. So, the lightning fell from mid-air, naturally hitting Meng Dali! Only in the sound of "swish-sizi" were heard, Meng Dali was covered in lightning. Meng Dali couldn't help but scream and woke up!

Meng Dali shook his hand at that time and wanted to take off the black bowl. The dervice is not a fool, so how could he see the reason for this? The dervice is in the bowl, but she is already laughing so hard that tears flow down her eyes:

"Hahahaha! Do you still want to throw away my bowl now? Humph - I see you are blowing the whistle with an egg - you don't want a door!"

The dervice did not hide it, so the laughter penetrated through the black bowl and penetrated into Meng Dali's soul. Meng Dali was shocked again!

Meng Dali originally thought that the one who had harmed his cold milk was just a black bowl, but unexpectedly, the black bowl suddenly burst into laughter! Meng Dali asked with a hissing voice under the burning of the thunder and lightning of heaven, "What kind of demon cultivator are you? Why do you harm me, Meng?"

"Hahahaha! You are still 'Meng', I look at you as a 'Meng ghost'!"

"Yes, yes! I am a ghost Meng, not Meng, but I didn't offend you, why are you trying to harm me?"

After hearing this, the der monk said in his heart: "Based on the cultivation of this skeleton ghost cultivator, I am no match for him at all. Now that he has been involved in the heavenly tribulation of my black bowl and has been attacked by the heavenly tribulation thunder and lightning. I should have taken advantage of his illness to take his life!

No, it’s meaningless to take his life. God has the virtue of being alive. Buddhism saves people who are destined to be. I might as well take advantage of this heavenly disaster and find a way to bring him into my black bowl, conquer him from now on, and let him serve me!"

Thinking of this, the dervish no longer spoke, but just widened his eyes and stared at the skeleton ghost cultivator Meng Dali, and watched the heavenly tribulation descend one by one, capturing the favorable opportunity to seize this Meng Dali.

The heavenly tribulation is falling, Meng Dali's "heart" is sinking, but the dervish's mood is very excited and surprised.
Chapter completed!