jokingly:

Mo Dao Yellow Lotus is bitter, and the wanderer is also bitter. The fly camp has no foothold, and it is difficult for the dogs. If you are tall, you will touch his grandfather, and if you are short, you will touch his grandfather, and everything will be troubled. The years passed, and the gray hair quietly increased.

How much pain, how much hatred, how much injustice; Come to run tomorrow morning, buy two bowls of soy milk, and dare to spend money extravagantly. Eat a bowl of joy, pour a bowl of love.

——The small words are a joke about "Water Tune Song Tou • Two Bowls of Soy Milk".

Seeing that the catastrophe is about to end, the dervish monk is already unclothed, and it is difficult to see people, but at this time, suddenly, a palpitation of the heart, and a bad premonition came to my heart.

To be honest, at that time, the dervish knew that the catastrophe was coming to an end, but he didn't know how many waves were left to end - the dervish wanted to leave with his intuition, but the catastrophe was not over, where did he go?

The dervish monk had no choice but to cross the tribulation, while trying to separate his divine sense, to communicate with the black bowl spirit Ami, and ask Ami if he knew if there were still several waves of tribulation left, and when he could open the way and leave.

However, Ami, as the main force fighting against the Heavenly Tribulation, was not distracted at this time, but he had to answer the dervishes, after all, in Ami's consciousness, the master was a god-like existence.

Ami was distracted, it was broken! I saw that the black bowl's own aura rose sharply, and it looked like it was about to cross the ninth order of the Immortal Dao!

The dervish monk was shocked: The tribulation of the new Ding Instrument Spirit has not yet ended, and the Heavenly Tribulation of Ami will come down again, and today he will shed his skin even if he is not dead!

At this time, the dervishes felt that the previous premonition had been implemented here! If you want to blame, you blame yourself for winning over Ami to fight against the heavenly tribulation, and the master of his magic weapon is not quite right! Ouch, if you know this, it is better not to ask Ami, just rest assured!

When the dervish monk regretted it in his heart, at that extremely critical juncture, near the threshold of breaking through the ninth order of the Immortal Dao, the breath of the black bowl was finally stabilized!

The dervishes was overjoyed, and was about to ask Ami what was going on with the surging aura of the black bowl just now, when he saw a ghost claw with white bones and a forest of bones, and he grabbed it through the air!

At the same time, the dervish was beating wildly and his heart was palpitating!

The dervishes knew that something was wrong, and he waved the sword and staff to block, and the ghost claws of the white bones were slapped on the knife and staff, and the dervishes felt a great force coming, as heavy as the head of the staff carrying Mount Tai!

Seeing that the ghost claws were about to be grasped, the dervish monk drew his sword and staff, and reversed the situation, taking advance as retreat, just waiting for this trick, he quickly hid in the black bowl, and took a walk as the best policy, and slipped away!

However, in an instant, the dervish monk's figure froze!

But there was another big hand, which fell from the sky and pinched the back of the dervish monk's neck!

Although the dervish monk has been in the dust for a long time and is accustomed to encountering difficulties, he is also frightened at this time, and his soul is about to fly away!

The dervish monk didn't dare to move, but the white-boned ghost claws in front of him stopped attacking, and at the same time, a powerful ghost cultivator appeared, looked behind the dervish monk, arched the ghost claws and saluted:

"Ziye County's eight-way patrol envoy Ao Gui to see Lord God King!"

Next, the dervish monk understood that the person who answered was Jiang Li, the Xuanming Heavenly God King: "Ao Gui, how did you get here?"

"Back to the words of Lord God King, his subordinates have come here to patrol the city, and seeing that this person's heavenly tribulation is powerful, it is even more strange: his own cultivation is only the second order of the Immortal Dao, but what he has crossed is the third order of the Xuan Dao! ”

At this time, Jiang Li put the dervish monk on the ground and sat down, the dervish wanted to stand up, but he couldn't move, and was suppressed by Jiang Li's supernatural powers!

But the dervishes also saw the appearance of Ao Gui and Jiang Li, that Jiang Li, with curved horns on his head, about four inches long, a horse face with donkey lips, eyes as round as turtle eggs, but a nose as curved as an eagle's mouth, this dignity, people dare not compliment;

And Ao Gui, who claims to be the envoy of Ziye County's eight-sided city patrol, is a different look, a pretty face, but it is miserable and white, without human color, although the arc is good, but it does not make people feel good, I just feel as if I am facing a bitter enemy, and the expression that is not an expression is like a husband who has just died!

This female ghost cultivator, because the dervish monk has just survived the Xuandao Heavenly Tribulation, can also roughly estimate that her cultivation realm will not be lower than the third order of the Xuandao, but it will definitely not exceed the sixth order of the Xuandao, right?

- At that time, Jiang Li listened to Ao Gui's answer, and also said: "This king came one step late, and he didn't see the situation of the heavenly tribulation, but judging by the remaining momentum, it can be seen that the heavenly tribulation is not simple, it turns out that this Mingchen monk is crossing the tribulation, Ao Gui, you have seen the situation of his tribulation?"

"Yes, my subordinates have seen it. ”

Hearing Ao Gui say this, Jiang Li's tone was very serious, and he turned to the dervishes and said, "Monk, you have made rapid progress, it has only been a little more than a year, and you have actually advanced to the second order of the Immortal Dao!"

However, the Immortal Dao Second-Order Heavenly Tribulation, where can it be compared to the Xuandao Third-Order Heavenly Tribulation? I'm wondering, then Song Saiyu is in charge of monitoring you, why didn't he report your situation, but unexpectedly, you escaped to Ziye County! Could it be that you really want to be a ghost cultivator? Where did Song Saiyu go? Did you suffer from your plot?"

In this Jiang Li's tone, it was obvious that there was murderous aura!

The dervishes said helplessly and innocently: "Lord God King, monk, I am a human immortal cultivator, and I have cultivated to the second level of the Immortal Dao, how can I be willing to do any ghost cultivation? Who Song Saiyu is, I don't know at all!"

If the Lord God King is suspicious of the problem of me crossing the Xuan Dao Heavenly Tribulation, I can only say that the Xuan Dao Heavenly Tribulation was brought on by me, but not my own! I don't dare to conceal and deceive the God King and the Eight Directions City Patrol Envoy, please be aware of it!"

"Huh?" Jiang Li was a little puzzled: "How do you say this?"

The dervish said: "Monk, I refined my own magic weapon and brought this heavenly calamity, oh, that's it!"

"Which 'this'? What kind of magic weapon?"

"Please also ask the God King to relax some suppression, so that I can show it to you!"

"Well, show it to me!" As he spoke, the God King Jiang Li no longer released his supernatural powers to suppress the dervishes, and the dervishes immediately took out his sword and staff and handed it over.

"This magic weapon is quite strange!" Jiang Li said as he looked at the sword staff, and the powerful ghost cultivator who patrolled the city in the eight directions was also attracted by the uniqueness of the sword staff.

The dervishes monk secretly moved, took the opportunity to drop the bag, collected the black bowl, took out the nine-grade spiritual weapon "pseudo black bowl" and held it in his hand, and secretly thought about countermeasures in his heart, how to coax Jiang Li God King, how to escape this catastrophe.

Just thinking about it, Jiang Li raised his hand and wiped it along the cane, and the dervish monk shook his body, and spit out a mouthful of blood with a "click"!

It turned out that Jiang Li's wipe eliminated the blood-dripping mark of the master of the sword and staff magic weapon, the dervish monk!

This forcibly erased the mark of the master of the magic weapon, Jiang Li did it as easily as drinking water, but the dervishes were like being hit in the chest by someone, which hurt his heart, and he involuntarily spit out a mouthful of blood!

Jiang Li had his own method to check the sword staff, looked at it for a while, and then said slowly: "I didn't expect you to be a refining master, monk! A second-order immortal cultivator of the Immortal Dao can actually refine a low-grade artifact, or the highest level of the lower-grade artifact, aren't you simple!"

As he spoke, Jiang Li raised his hand and threw the sword and staff to Ao Gui, the envoy of the Eight Directions City Patrol: "Ao Gui, this thing is an inferior artifact, if you like it, keep it." ”

That Ao Gui took the sword and staff and looked at it carefully. Jiang Li said to the dervishes again: "Monk, take your broken bowl to the God King, then I really haven't carefully observed this pseudo-growth magic weapon that Zhen gave you!"

Needless to say, the secret hatred in the dervish monk's heart! However, how can a person not bow his head under the low eaves? The dervish monk slowly handed over the pseudo-black bowl of the nine-rank spiritual weapon that he had refined, and Jiang Li reprimanded impatiently:

"Let's take a look, what's the big deal? Look at the strength you are grinding! Be careful of annoying this God King, I don't care what kind of gambling contract or not, just let you settle the account, do a ghost cultivation, and start from scratch to re-cultivate!"

The dervishes had no choice but to look sincerely frightened, and said tactfully: "As soon as the God King checked it, he casually wiped my magic weapon mark, causing me to be injured and vomit blood. ”

Jiang Li listened, was noncommittal, and only said, "Bring it!"

The dervishes monk presented the pseudo-black bowl of the nine-grade spiritual weapon, Jiang Li took it, looked at it and looked at it, it was also looking left and right, looking up and down, turning it over and looking at it, looking at it, it turned out that this broken thing was as simple as that!

Jiang Li said: "Monk, tell me the truth, what the hell is going on? Although your broken bowl has its own space inside, it is very fancy, but it is not practical! With this broken thing, you can also use it to make a pseudo-growth magic weapon?"

When the dervishes heard this, he secretly shouted luck in his heart, but he took out all the eight magic weapons from the first-grade spiritual weapon to the eighth-grade spiritual weapon pseudo-black bowl, and showed them all to Jiang Li, and said at the same time:

"Lord God King, this kind of magic weapon is naturally not in your eyes, but for the monk and me, it can be used to bluff people-

From the first instrument to the eighth grade, until the nine-grade spiritual weapon you are holding in your hand, the monk I am using to pretend to be a pseudo-growth treasure, nothing else, that is, the bold scare the timid, and sometimes it is just to strengthen your own courage. ”

Jiang Li heard what the dervish monk said, as if he was suddenly enlightened, and laughed:

"I thought it was the pseudo-growth magic weapon that Lian Zhen gave you, but I didn't want it to be you, a monk pretending to be a god and deceiving people! Hahahaha!

Ao Gui, the ghost envoy of the Bafang City Patrol, finished checking the sword and staff at this time, and also came over and smiled: "Hahahaha, Lord God King is really funny, this monk is really weird!"

At this time, Jiang Li's killing intent towards the dervish monk had disappeared, but he turned to Ao Gui and said, "How is it?"

The dervish monk listened to Jiang Li's words and intuitively felt in his heart that it would be better for this Ao Gui to ask for a sword and a staff, otherwise, he was afraid that he would still have trouble behind him - the dervish monk estimated that Ao Gui would inevitably say "I want it" when he patrolled the city in all directions, right?

I didn't know that what I heard in my ears was, but what Ao Gui said was, "If you return to the words of Lord God King, this sword and staff is a low-grade artifact, although it is very good, but it is not suitable for me." ”

It is often said that there is something to be afraid of. Sure enough, trouble found the dervish again!