The words say:

Wind and rain close the mountain, rugged and long road, the years often hate to waste. Flowers bloom and fall, and passing water is like a shuttle. After a few degrees of worry, the emptiness sighed, and the personnel was consumed. Heroes cry, wrap shame and bear shame, raise wine to the sky and sing.

Who is the end, the smoke is far away, and the sunset is peaceful. Come into my door and see, the world is a woman. I have recited it every day, and my heart has a heart, and I am self-conscious. The poisonous dragon is extinguished, the merit is high, and the demon is subdued tonight.

- "Man Tingfang".

But he said that at that time, the dervishes asked Ami what this milk pool was, but Ami did not answer the question, only said that it was the ideal place for it to advance.

When the dervishes heard this, he thought that this place would be of great benefit to Ami, so he didn't say anything more and let Ami toss it himself.

After a while, inside the black bowl, the dervishes could clearly feel that the temperature of the air was constantly dropping, and gradually, the black bowl was freezing!

There are more than 30 people in the dervish micro-array, all of whom are transporting and cultivating to resist the cold, but the dervish monk feels quite unhappy.

However, everyone is sitting cross-legged, and the dervishes are not good at saying anything, so they have to sit cross-legged for luck, after all, they also have to resist the cold.

According to the inside, in the black bowl, the weather is cold and freezing, and those flowers and trees should not be able to bear it, but the dervish monk, as the master of the magic weapon, is clearly perceived: there is no tree withering, on the contrary, they are growing more spiritual!

Gradually, the dervish monk also felt that the cold in the black bowl gradually decreased, but the vitality of Rongrong sent a different kind of warmth into his body!

The dervish only felt that although it was still cold outside, his body was warm, and his limbs were full of bones, as if he was soaked in magical spiritual milk!

The dervish monk knew clearly, no wonder none of the flowers and trees in the world below had to wither, it turned out that it was! Those flowers and trees were rooted in the earth, and they were the first to perceive the warmth of the earth's qi, absorbing the aura in the earth, nourishing themselves, and of course they would not wither.

The dervish monk closed his eyes and looked inward, only to see that in his body, in the meridians, the true yuan aura was running, like a river, and this river was still rising!

The main meridians have a total of twelve meridians like rivers rising water, and the small meridians and veins are like small rivers overflowing, and the overflowing "water" is all the true yuan aura of the Immortal Spiritual Dao, which is clearly penetrating into the bones and muscles!

The dervish was so comfortable that he couldn't help but want to scream, however, it was impossible, how could the dervish care about screaming here and now?

But outside the black bowl, someone had already shouted, and the cry was not only loud, but also a little afraid and hateful.

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

Meng Dali snorted coldly, the skeleton ghost hand, as soon as he turned his wrist, he slapped forward, and he didn't see any movement from Meng Dali, but he saw that the skeleton ghost hand was like a maggot attached to the bone, closely following behind the black bowl, and it was also through the courtyard corridor, crossing the door and transferring the house, chasing and grabbing it!

Helplessly, the black bowl invisibly turned into a milky white dust, and with the flow of the ghost qi of the Sensen, when it flew forward, Meng Dali's skeletal ghost hand, when he chased forward, the air flow driven by it became the borrowing force of the black bowl!

The skeleton ghost hand pushed forward, the air was brought out of the scream, and the air surged, how to say?

- It's like a sampan surfing in the water, and the water in the bow of the boat is always hit higher so that it can flow to the sides. In front of the skeleton big ghost hand, the flow of air is the same, just like that, this unique air flow is caught by the black bowl.

Specifically, he was caught by the machine spirit Ami, as a machine spirit, although he was born in a black bowl, but in a sense, he knew more about the principles of natural heaven, and Ami took advantage of such a little bit of momentum to escape by taking advantage of the situation, and he was always so fast than the skeleton ghost hand!

Although Meng Dali's cultivation is superb, his comprehension of this point is far inferior to Ami!

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

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

However, I only heard a slight "pop", and the big skeleton ghost hand pressed into the white thick "milk pool"!

The skeleton ghost took advantage of the situation and clenched it into a fist, however, what is it that can be held in this fist?

Meng Dali's body moved, and he had already come to the side of the milk pool, and when he stretched out the skeletal big ghost hand to look, it was empty!

Meng Dali hated, at this time, the blue one had already followed behind Meng Dali, and the blue one chirped and said: "King, that black bowl fell into our cold milk spirit pool, I'm afraid that in less than half an hour, it will be frozen into dust!"

Meng Dali said with a stupid face: "Hmph! This king doesn't believe that freezing doesn't spoil it!"

Meng Dali and Lan Yiduo stood on the edge of this cold milk spirit pool, quietly watching, two skeleton ghost cultivators, four empty skeleton eye sockets, there was a glowing green fire, flickering and moving, expressing their thoughts.

I don't know what these two big ghost cultivators are thinking, but I saw the two skeleton big ghost cultivators staring at it for a while, and suddenly they were all surprised to find: Strange! The liquid in the cold milk spirit pool is decreasing!

Oh my God! The temperature in this cold milk spirit pool, it is absolutely cold, as strong as Meng Dali, and he only dares to stretch out a skeleton ghost hand to soak for three or two minutes, what can stay in the absolute cold for a long time?

Moreover, in this cold milk spirit pool, what is contained is definitely not cow's milk, but dead qi, yin qi, that is, Sensen ghost qi, this ghost qi is emitted in this underground palace, in the four corners of the underground palace, there are countless skeleton ghosts who are born by cultivating this yin qi!

These born skeleton ghost cultivators surrounded the underground palace, worshipped, cultivated, and obeyed the orders of Meng Dali, the master of the underground palace! Meng Dali was the king of the skeleton ghost cultivators, and that was their faith!

Of course, Meng Dali knew that this cold milk spirit pool was the birthplace 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 "spirit milk" formed by the yin qi in the cold milk spirit pool was actually decreasing, and it was strange that there were horses that did not ride at that time: What's going on?

Meng Dali's skull couldn't help but raise his head and bow his head, and suddenly, he seemed to understand something, and he couldn't help but exclaim!

This exclamation is both loud and complex, a little afraid, a little hateful!

Lan Yiduo hadn't yet understood what the king meant, and was looking at the cold milk spirit pool, and couldn't help but be startled, and asked carefully, "What's the matter, the king?"

Meng Dali hated and said fearfully: "What kind of monster is that? It must not have been frozen to death, and is drinking Lao Tzu's spiritual milk!"

Lan Yihua didn't react, and said, "Don't be afraid, King, our Cold Milk Spirit Pool can't be moved, and in a few days, it will automatically grow Cold Milk!"

"Stupid!" Meng Dali listened, and couldn't wait to raise his hand to slap this Lan Yihua, however, Meng Dali just thought about it and didn't do it.

Meng Dali raised his skull, looked up to the trombone, and emitted a chirp that elongated his voice, and Lan Yiduo was terrified when he heard it!

After the trombone, Meng Dali no longer ignored the absolute coldness in the cold milk spirit pool, leaned down, flew sideways, and a pair of skeleton ghost hands reached into the pool, groping everywhere.

Meng Dali is fighting for frostbite, and he also wants to find that hateful black bowl!

However, how could the dervish put himself in danger again, having missed the game in the first place?

Meng Dali's pair of skeletal ghost hands touched around, but the black bowl turned into a drop of water, and with the stirred water, it drifted arbitrarily, Meng Dali worked in vain, and a pair of skeletal ghost hands were frozen almost stiff!

Meng Da hated it very much, seeing that the cold milk spirit pool was getting shallower and shallower, under the hatred, he stood up, closed his palms, and slapped it fiercely in the pool again!

When he landed, the cold milk in the pool burst out in all directions! When the dervishes saw it, he had an idea, and immediately told the black bowl spirit Ami to take the opportunity to get away: "Ami, let me control it!"

At this time, Ami felt that his absorption had reached the extreme, and he was about to cross the first level of the Immortal Dao and advance to the second order of the Immortal Dao, so Ami said: "Master, I am only a little short of being able to advance to the rank, you can control it!"

So the dervish monk manipulated the black bowl, and the machine spirit Ami once again sucked the cold milk - this cold milk was originally formed by the thick accumulation of yin qi, which is the ghost qi that the dervish monk told Ami.

This ghost qi is a good thing for Meng Dali and other ghost cultivators, but it is extremely terrifying for human beings or demon cultivators;

However, the machine spirit Ami is not afraid, the black bowl can absorb all the energy that can be absorbed, and after the absorption of the black bowl, the ghost energy is transformed into the energy of the black bowl itself, and it becomes the aura in the bowl!

Ami has a heart, in the black bowl, although the temperature is extremely low for a while, everything in the bowl can withstand it, not only the dervishes monks, but also the flowers and trees.

As mentioned earlier, these flowers and trees, although they are in extreme cold, do not wither. This is like the leaves on the willow tree, also in winter, two willow trees, the root system is deeply rooted in the soil, and the vigorous one, the leaf is always more resistant to cold than the other, and withers later.

Having said so much, if you go around in such a circle, it is the tree as a metaphor to take a look at the encounters of the dervishes in the black bowl!

This micro-array of people is stained with the light of the dervish monk, and it is also stained with the light of the black bowl - this time, the black bowl sucks the ghost energy in the cold milk spirit pool, and at the same time improves itself, the monarchs in the bowl are also able to breathe in the spiritual energy, exhale and transform, and they have been greatly improved!

At that time, almost everyone in the dervishes micro-array had to advance to the calamity!

Although the black bowl was controlled by the dervishes, Ami gave Meng Dali a hard blow before leaving: I saw that the mouth of the bowl was wide open, and this mouth was swallowed directly, and the cold milk was swallowed greatly!

- Now, the Cold Milk Spirit Pool has really bottomed out!

Meng Dali slapped it with one palm, and just as he saw the cold milk splashing around, he looked at it again, and when he saw the bottom of the spiritual pool, he couldn't help but wail. The dervishes took the opportunity to control the black bowl, and with a drop of cold milk splashed out of the spiritual pool, he was about to escape.

Meng Dali turned around, and in the sockets of a pair of hollow skeleton eyes, two glowing green flames sparkled, and looked at the place where the black bowl splashed!

When the dervish monk saw it, he said in his heart that it was not good! Hurry up and harness the black bowl, escape the same way, and fly straight outside.

At that time, Meng Dali once again issued an angry rebuke like a human oath: "If I run away again this time, Lao Tzu will be reincarnated and reincarnated, and he will not be a ghost cultivator!"

This voice is exactly the same as the voice that the dervishes heard when they came to get fairy vegetables with Zhao Tianwu and others.

But it was said that the dervishes were driving the black bowl, and had just flown to the exit of the ghost cultivation palace, and the yin qi in front of him was much less than before, and when he looked up, he could clearly see the sparse stars in the night sky above the sand dunes;

Meng Dali was anxious, and when he grabbed this palm, it turned out that the skull arm suddenly grew and lengthened, and the skeleton ghost grabbed the black bowl with his hand, but his body still couldn't control himself, and he rushed out of the Dune Necropolis Palace with inertia - just by virtue of this sudden, it can be seen how hard Meng Dali, the sixth-order master of the Immortal Dao, is cultivating!

Meng Dali was twelve points angry, and he was also stunned by the anger that huge skull!

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

The Spiritual Artifact Tribulation has descended!

The night was vast, on the ghost desert, under the sand dunes, all the skeleton and ghost cultivators were all frightened: Why is it that above our underground palace, there is thunder and lightning, and the sky is thundering and splitting down?

All the skeleton ghost cultivators, trembling and hiding in the dungeon, one by one, they can lie down if they can, and they can't lie down when they are huddled together, that is, you lie on me, I lie on you, and they are in the dungeon!

Outside the Dune Necropolis Palace, Meng Dali still hated himself, and he didn't react for a while, a skeleton ghost hand tightly grasped the black bowl, and a heavenly tribulation thunderbolt fell!

At this moment, it is equivalent to the skeleton ghost Xiu Meng Dali intervening in the catastrophe of the black bowl!

At that time, the catastrophe multiplied, and the huge thunderbolts fell down one by one!

When the first Heavenly Tribulation thunderbolt fell, Meng Dali, a master of skeleton ghost cultivation, was clenching his fists and holding the black bowl, so that thunder and lightning fell from mid-air, and naturally hit Meng Dali directly!

Meng Dali shook his hand at that time to get rid of the black bowl. The dervishes are not fools, and where can they not see the reasoning of this situation? The dervishes were in the bowl, but they were already laughing so much that tears were streaming down their eyes:

"Hahahaha! You still want to get rid of my bowl? Hmph - I see you're blowing a whistle with an egg, old man, - you don't want a door!"

The dervish monk did not hide it, so the laughter penetrated through the black bowl and went straight into Meng Dali's soul, and Meng Dali was surprised when he heard it!

Meng Dali originally only thought that it was just a black bowl that had harmed his pool of cold milk, but he didn't expect that this black bowl would suddenly emit a human laugh! Meng Dali hissed under the scorching thunder and lightning of the Heavenly Tribulation, "What kind of demon cultivator are you? Why do you want to harm me Meng someone?"

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

"Yes, yes! Lao Tzu, I am a ghost of Meng, not a certain Meng, but I didn't offend you, why do you want to harm Lao Tzu?"

When the dervish monk heard this, he secretly said in his heart: "With the cultivation of this skeleton ghost, I am not his opponent at all, and now he has been involved in the tribulation of my black bowl and suffered from the thunder and lightning attack of the tribulation, I should take advantage of his illness to take his life!"

No, it's not interesting to want his life, God has the virtue of a good life, and the Buddha has a fateful person, it's just that I might as well take advantage of this catastrophe and think of getting him into my black bowl, and from then on subdue him and let him serve me!"

Thinking of this, the dervish monk didn't speak anymore, but his eyes widened, staring at the skeleton ghost cultivator Meng Dali, watching the heavenly tribulation descend in waves, seizing the favorable opportunity to take down this Meng Dali.

The catastrophe is falling, Meng Dali's "heart" is sinking, and the mood of the dervishes is excited and surprised.

The dervish was expecting in anticipation, and recited a funny prayer in his mouth: "Ahh