The words say:

I don't believe that it is difficult to overcome the catastrophe, and I know how difficult the right path is. Waiting for the waves on the flat ground, only a person's heart is changeable.

In case of danger, pitch and maneuver with the times. The flowers are blooming and it is a sunny day, and a few trees are full of spring breeze.

——Small words to send "Xijiang Moon".

At that time, the middle-aged man's soul pill was about to take the dervish monk's house, and the dervish monk was also showing weakness and dodging, but he was extremely angry in his heart:

Now that I have fallen here, I am about to show weakness to paralyze that ghost cultivator, have you harmed me like this? You were killed by him, and you didn't fight with him to "blow yourself up", and you came to die together, but you came to take my house!

Although I want to show weakness, but you have taken away my sacrifice, will there still be my dervish monk in this world? If I don't show weakness and destroy you, I am afraid that it will arouse the vigilance of this ghost cultivator! If he pays more attention, it will be more difficult for me to escape!

This kind of concern, the dervish monk is deeply aware of:

When you were a battalion soldier, the more you were concerned by your boss, the more you couldn't be lazy in doing things, and the more things your boss arranged for you to do, the more "opportunities" you had to make mistakes.

Of course, if you don't do something, you won't have a "chance" to make mistakes, but if your boss doesn't pay attention to you, it means that you will be out.

The best is the golden mean, however, the dervishes did not do enough moderation, lost his future, returned home to make a household, married his wife Xiuyun, and gave birth to a son Liu Xiaobanger, but in the end he was forced to make a living and fell into the old temple of the Li family to do a Zen Buddhism.

The dervish sighed in his heart: Today's gentleman, love you and cultivate you, so for your good, he would rather "blame himself lightly", but also do "his responsibility for you is also heavy"!

The past experience came to his heart, and the dervish couldn't help but be able to scold the middle-aged man's soul pill with his divine sense: "The person who harmed you is not me, you don't want to fight with him, but you want to take away my house!"

The Soul Pill also replied with a divine sense: "I can't fight for his life!

The dervish monk's heart moved, and his divine sense transmitted: "You crashed into my arms, I will save your life!"

The soul pill was already panicked, and when he heard this, he really crashed into the arms of the dervish monk!

The dervishes had already prepared, and quietly sent the black bowl to his chest, and when this soul pill collided with it, he immediately took it and sent it directly into the Yellow Spring World inside the black bowl, and handed it over to Meng Dali to deal with.

The dervishes told Meng Dali that he should not kill him, but should save his life and interrogate me well!

When the soul pill disappeared, the ghost corrected and laughed, and while picking up the inner pill and swallowing it, he gloated and watched the farce, not wanting the soul pill to crash into the arms of the dervishes, and he didn't see it anymore!

At this time, the old man refining on the edge of the big ding, lowered his head, the dervishes saw it clearly, a tear overflowed from the corner of the old man's eyes, but it was a blink of an eye, and he collected the tears again, and when he raised his head, he was already expressionless, and continued to refine.

The big ghost cultivator shouted again: "Nu Er, where did you get that little slave's soul pill?

At this time, the dervishes understood, it turned out that the "slave two" in the mouth of this ghost cultivator was actually called himself!

The dervishes pretended to be frightened: "So the director called me?"

"Nonsense! It's not to call you, is Lao Tzu calling a dog?" The big ghost cultivator rebuked contemptuously: "What about that guy's soul pill?"

"I don't know, I really don't know!" the dervish screamed in a panic, but in fact, he secretly scolded in his heart: "You are a dog!"

However, the big ghost cultivator had already flown down from the white bone chair, grabbed the dervishes, and shouted, "If you don't tell the truth, Lao Tzu will kill you today!"

The dervish also knows that today's lie is not easy to complete, but if he doesn't fulfill this lie, it will not be easy to pass this level today!

The dervish began to make up nonsense: "Your Excellency, the seizure is all drilled into other people's heads, how can anyone drill into other people's arms? Your Excellency, you can see clearly, he drilled into my arms, how do I know that he will not have this drill?"

The big ghost cultivator didn't say much, raised his hand to tear open the dervishes's robe, and when he looked at it again, he couldn't help but be stunned, only to see that there was a hole in the dervish monk's chest, just like drilling a round hole!

The problem is that this round hole is unfathomable! It is black inside, there seems to be light and no light, and it seems that there is a person inside, but it is only a miniature version, specific and subtle.

At first glance, the concrete and subtle one is exactly what the middle-aged man looks like, but it is like a snowman roasting fire, clearly dissolving!

- Of course, this is all the hands and feet of the dervishes monk who used the black bowl in a hurry. The dervish had already thought of his rhetoric and was ready for both:

The preparation is that if this big ghost cultivator dares to drill in and check, he will be out of the way today, and use the black bowl to accept this person's "Lord in charge", the big deal is to gamble with Jiang Li's God King, and forgive Jiang Li for the sake of a thousand years later, he will not kill himself for the time being.

The other preparation is that if the director refuses to get into the black bowl, he will use the fake black bowl or something else to make up lies, and if he can stop it for a while, it will be a moment.

The big ghost cultivator really didn't drill into the black bowl, but just asked: "Nu Er, what's the matter with this black hole in your chest? Lao Tzu has been his 20,000-year-old ghost cultivator, and it's the first time I've seen a monster like you, and his navel has grown to the heart and mouth!"

When my master took me as an apprentice, he took a fancy to me, and his old man said that I was born with an innate ability, and I could directly devour the spiritual energy of the outside world, which is called the 'Eye of Cultivation'.

Lord Steward, this is the eye of cultivation, not what you said, 'the belly button eye grows to the heart'!"

When the big ghost cultivator heard this, he was quite surprised and amused, and laughed and said: "I have spent more than 20,000 years in ancient times, but it is really in vain, but today I have opened my eyes, and it is the first time that I have heard that there are any cultivation eyes on the body of a living person!"

Monk, your cultivation eye can directly devour the spiritual energy cultivation of the outside world, was the soul pill that was just a slave small being devoured by your cultivation eye?"

The dervishes pretended to be sincerely frightened and said, "Seems to be, right?"

The big ghost Xiu kicked the dervishes to do a 360-degree somersault, fell down and rolled back for three weeks, and then stopped his body.

The big ghost cultivator scolded: "Damn, you have such a cultivation eye in your chest, isn't that soul pill just devoured by you? You still want to hide it and deceive Lao Tzu! That soul pill is now only afraid that it will lose its vitality and become a soul crystal—ah, I'm afraid that the soul crystal will also be absorbed by you!"

The dervishes got up and shouted incriminately: "Lord Chief, I didn't mean it! You just borrowed ten guts from the monk, and I didn't dare to snatch the soul pill you want to catch!"

My cultivation eye, my master said, I have to achieve the Xuan Dao to control it independently, and now I haven't cultivated to the Xuan Dao realm, so I can't control it independently!

The Great Ghost Cultivator had already flown into the air, returned to sit on the white bone chair, and ignored the dervish monk's cries, and only said, "If it weren't for the Lord God King to leave you alive for a thousand years later, hum!

The little slave is dead, and I don't want the soul crystal, but you have to refine it well, and in the future, you will refine a magic weapon for Lao Tzu as compensation!"

When the dervishes heard this, he knew that the crisis had passed, and immediately followed the words of the great ghost cultivator and said: "Lord Steward, although I am a monk who is unintentional, I really can't pay a pill or soul crystal. Don't worry, Lord Steward, I will definitely refine a good magic weapon for you!"

"You go with the slave to refine!" After saying this, the big ghost cultivator said to the old man again: "Nu Da, you refine well, don't try to escape! The fate of the little slave is a lesson from your past, you have to learn from his lesson and take it as a warning!"

The slave raised his head and replied, and looked back at the dervishes, there was still a hatred in his eyes!

At this time, the big ghost cultivator added another sentence: "Nuda, let me tell you, this monk has to participate in the agreed competition after a thousand years, and the old man of the God King will let the monk be a ghost slave - that is, you still have a thousand years of opportunities for slaves, you have to seize it, don't learn from the little slave, that's called suicide!"

Nanuda replied again, "Yes, thank you for your advice", and still continued refining.

The dervish monk rubbed his buttocks, and the true yuan of the immortal family was circulating, and after a while, the buttocks were "complete" as before, so he came to the old man's side, watched him refine, and wanted to make a hand for him.

But seeing that in the big ding, the blood-colored molten juice is rolling, and there is an extremely unpleasant fishy smell, but this smell is not out of the three-foot range around the big ding, the closer you get, the more you feel the fishy smell, and the smell is disgusting!

The dervish resisted the unpleasantness of the fishy smell, and stood there quietly, waiting for the old man to tell him to do something.

Nanuda didn't have any instructions, just concentrated and focused on Dingzhong. The dervish monk also saw that the magic weapon in the tripod was about to take shape!

After a while, the flame under the tripod dimmed, the temperature in the tripod dropped, and the magic weapon was formed, which turned out to be a tripod with nine handles and a three-toothed white bone fork!

When the dervishes looked at it again, the nine-handled white bone forks had already come out, all of them were spiritual weapons, and the grades were all three grades.

The head of the big ghost cultivator flew down, put the nine white bone forks into a strange storage ring, and he didn't know where he summoned a ghost cultivator, and shouted: "Robber slaves, you took these nine forks to survive the heavenly tribulation!"

When the dervishes took a closer look, this ghost cultivator, known as the slave robbery, had three points of popularity, and it didn't seem to be a real ghost cultivator, just like the situation of the old slave refining slave, but its cultivation realm should be higher than that of the old slave.

It turns out that in the hall of the Yama King of Ziye God King, where this refining is located, there are two refiners and two slaves, and the slaves are responsible for refining, and the slaves are responsible for taking the magic weapon to cross the magic weapon tribulation, and after the thing is done, the magic weapon will be handed over to the chief ghost cultivator, and then this guy will hand it over to the chief judge of the Ziye God King, and the chief judge will distribute it to the ghost cultivators under him according to the situation.

Ziye God King Jiang Li has a rule that slave refining and slave robbery are all eliminated method, if a new slave refining and slave robbery comes, the eliminated one is a dead word, and the body is dead; unless you go to do a ghost cultivation, there is no way to live

The dervishes came, and the slave Xiaodao was going to be eliminated by the dervishes, and in the face of death, the slave was scared of the guts of the mice, so he wanted to escape, and he was destroyed by the head of the big ghost cultivator, and the inner dan was eaten by the head of the big ghost cultivator, but the soul pill was included in the black bowl by the dervish monk.

Nu Xiao is also lucky, met the dervish monk, since he kept his soul, if he can't take away others in the future, he should be reincarnated, maybe in the next life can embark on the road of cultivating immortals again.

At this time, in the black bowl, Meng Dali had already interrogated and understood according to the request of the dervishes: this slave is small, his real name is Ren Zixin, and the slave is a slave and a small father, called Ren Laoshi, this father and son, who were originally immortal cultivators in the ancient Confucian world, were arrested and brought to this Ziye God King's Mansion and became a slave!

Meng Dali reported all the information obtained from the interrogation to the dervish monk, and the dervish monk also understood where the hatred in the slave's eyes came from at this time: dare to love this slave and hate himself for breaking his son's soul pill!

The dervish monk secretly said in his heart: "It's wronged! You, Ren Lao Shi, don't blame the big ghost cultivator, but you come to blame the old man! If I hadn't tried to be thorough, how could your son's soul pill live a good life now? I'm afraid that this great ghost cultivator would have been eaten as a fairy vegetable a long time ago!

The dervishes were about to send a message to Nuda to explain, but he never thought that Nuda was urging him to do something!