The words say:

The storm is merciless, and the thunderbolt is terrifying. Heavy layer clouds break through the silver dragon rage, rapids waterfalls, splashing thunder. The waves of electricity poured down, turning into a way to help me practice.

Thousands of catastrophes have been remembered, and this heart has been clear. After a lot of tribulation, I looked back and was refreshed. Don't go in the long whistle, and greet each other in the Penglai Palace.

——The small word tone is sent to "The Wind Enters the Song".

But it was said that Meng Dali fled while scolding, and Yan Lao Wu was obviously completely enraged, and he followed and pursued him wildly, and for a while, the sky was full of chirping ghosts and screaming!

Meng Dali is to run three steps and stop for a while, turn around and slap a palm, and then run away; run five steps and stop for a while, turn around and scold the last sentence, and then run away, and this Yan Lao Wu is in a state of imminent occupation, Yan Lao Wu is extremely angry and hateful, not to mention that Meng Dali and others joined forces to calculate themselves, and at that time they pursued to the sand of the black bowl illusion!

When he arrived at the ground, Meng Dali didn't escape, stood up, and turned around to fight with Yan Lao Wu.

Of course, Meng Dali is at a disadvantage, and this grappling is going to suffer a big loss!

However, how could the dervishes make Meng Dali suffer?

As soon as the dervish monk's mind moved, the black bowl appeared, the mouth of the bowl was wide open, and Meng Dali was fighting with Yan Lao Wu, and it was at the mouth of the bowl that Yan Lao Wu was not allowed to react, as soon as the mouth of the black bowl was closed, the figure of Yan Lao Wu and Meng Dali fighting fell into the depths of the black bowl!

The dervish monk was all over the place, but when he saw the two fighting figures, they all fell outside the city of the drunken capital in the black bowl world!

In the city of Yudu, there are skeleton ghost cultivators under Meng Dali, and 3,000 people and horses trained by the dervishes themselves-

At this time, three thousand men and horses appeared, formed a formation, and immediately trapped Meng Dali and Yan Lao Wu in the formation!

In the laughter, the dervish monk also appeared on the spot: "Hey, I said that Jin Hou, right? You quickly surrender, in the underworld, in the city of Xudu, in the palace of the king of Hades, there is still a throne for you! Otherwise, I will make you break your bones, your soul will be scattered, and you will not even have a chance to be reincarnated and return to the yang!"

"What Jin Hou? Lao Tzu, I have been a ghost for nearly 10,000 years, and I have long forgotten the name of the Yang World in my previous life! Lao Tzu is Yan Lao Wu! With my chair, who can make me shatter my bones and soul?" Yan Lao Wu said disdainfully.

The dervish laughed: "You have to tell the old man clearly, let me tell you again, this is the inner space world of the old man's magic weapon! This place is the underworld of the inner space world of my magic weapon, you can't even escape, what kind of nonsense are you blowing with the old man?"

Yan Lao Wu had already noticed that the grade of the black bowl was only equivalent to the second order of the Immortal Dao, and when he heard this, he chuckled lightly and said with disdain: "Just a second-grade spiritual weapon, you want to trap me Yan Lao Wu?"

As he spoke, Yan Lao Wu resisted - he really had two brushes: I saw Yan Lao Wu shouting, and the chair flew out, it was actually a coiling dragon chair, and the four skeleton dragons, like living creatures, attacked!

Yan Lao Wu was also struggling to attack at this time! Meng Dali led the ghost cultivator immortal soldiers, but he actually had more defenses and fewer attacks!

For a moment, the world inside the black bowl shook!

Ami's voice had already sounded in the heart of the dervishes: "Master, this guy is not difficult to deal with, but the magic weapon of that dragon chair is powerful, and the grade is much higher than mine, I can't breathe its aura for a while, and I can't subdue it!"

But it was said that the inside of the black bowl was shaking, like a great earthquake that tore the heavens and the earth, and it had already alarmed the immortal cultivators in the space world hall inside the black bowl!

Not to mention that these immortal cultivators were panicked, but they said that after Lu Sanya was awakened, he spread his eyes and looked at the world below, yo! Across the human world, what kind of monster was the broken chair in the underworld? There were actually four skeleton dragons coiled on the broken chair, all of them with teeth and claws, but they were not the "culprits" who caused this "earthquake"? Why couldn't Abba and Meng Dali lead 3,000 skeleton ghost immortal cultivators to clean him up?

Lu Sanya gritted her teeth, and secretly said in her heart, "Fight, it's a big deal to fall asleep again!"

Yan Lao Wu urged his magic weapon, that is, the "broken chair", the coiling dragon chair in front of him, the throne of the Ten Halls of Hades that Meng Dali said, when he fought back with all his might, he was fighting a tie with the other party, and he couldn't break the shackles for a while, and he couldn't break out of the black bowl-

Speaking of which, what Yan Lao Wu mainly relies on is really the throne of the Ten Halls of Yama, however, the red silk is an eight-grade spiritual weapon, and when you listen to its name, you will know it well - as explained above, the name of this silk is "Chaotian Aya", "Chaotian", where is it named casually?

At that time, Chaotian Aya flew in and directly tied up the Panlong chair - there was the power of the black bowl to bind it, and Chaotian Aya was also a natural treasure, so for a while, he really restrained the Panlong chair!

Yan Lao Wuyi was shocked when he saw that his magic weapon was bound, and it was difficult to take back his magic weapon again:

As soon as it comes, within the black bowl, the dervishes monk, Meng Dali, and the three thousand skeleton ghost cultivators, where are they willing to let it?

Second, especially the instrument spirit Ami, as if he had suffered a loss and wanted to take revenge, he tried his best to restrain him, plus the binding power of a chaotic Aya-

As a result, Yan Lao Wu's hope could only turn into disappointment! However, disappointment is not counting his heart sinking to the bottom, despair is!

Yan Lao Wu is like falling into an ice cave!

Meng Dali was attacking at the same time, and he had already shouted to the dervishes: "Master, get that chair to the palace of the king of Hades in the city and place it on the original seat of the hall, hurry!"

When the dervish monk heard this, his mind moved, and he saw that the dragon chair, wrapped in red silk, flew straight into the hall of the king of Hades in the capital city, and with a "bang", it landed on the seat behind the seat of the throne of Hades in the middle of the hall!

Yan Lao Wu shouted unwillingly: "The surname Meng, you are so despicable and shameless!"

Meng Dali was already laughing, and shouted to the three thousand ghost cultivators: "Sons, trap him Yan Lao Wu!"

When the three thousand ghost cultivators heard this, they didn't dare to slack off, but Meng Dali had already flown into the Hades Hall and sat down on that chair!

The chair seemed to be unwilling, and it seemed that it didn't recognize this Meng Dali as the new owner, and it still popped Meng Dali up!

Meng Dali gritted his teeth, secretly transported the immortal ghost cultivation aura true yuan in mid-air, wrapped his buttocks, and sat down fiercely, like thousands of boulders falling from the sky, falling straight on the chair, pressing the chair legs into the hard ground two inches deep!

As a result, the throne of the Hades of the Ten Halls showed its original appearance in the blink of an eye: a large chair with a coiled dragon, as big as a dragon's bed, but ten chairs were conjoined into one, with twenty skeletal dragons coiled in a row! However, at this time, those skeletal dragons were like carvings on the backrest of the armrests of the chairs, and there was no movement!

Outside the city, Yan Lao Wu screamed "ah" at the same time that the chair was subdued by Meng Dali! However, that miserable scream, to the dervishes, sounded just a ghost chirping.

In the blink of an eye, the three thousand ghost cultivators had already controlled Yan Lao Wu, and the dervish monk was about to force down this sixth-order ghost cultivator master of the Immortal Dao, but it was another big shock in the space world inside the black bowl!

The dervish monk's mind is everywhere, and he knows it clearly: it turns out that after obtaining the throne of the Ten Halls of Yama, the underworld of the world inside the black bowl has been completely formed!

The throne of the Ten Halls of Hades naturally released spiritual energy to repair this underworld, and at this moment, it was really only this underworld that was severe!

Meng Dali was in charge of this underworld, and he obtained the throne of the Ten Halls of Hades, which was really the same as the black bowl! At that time, the level of the black bowl magic weapon rose, and Ami's voice sounded in the heart of the dervish monk:

"Master, I'm going to advance to the third order of the Immortal Dao!"

The dervish monk was happy! So his mind moved, and he told Ami, you are in charge of the black bowl by yourself, go to the catastrophe, master, I will first accept this sixth-order ghost cultivation master Yan Lao Wu as a blood oath slave, he is even more powerful than Meng Dali, who is also a sixth-order immortal Dao!

Let's not talk about the black bowl tribulation, and let's say that the dervishes want to subdue this Yan Lao Wu.

After losing the magic weapon Ten Halls of the Yama King Throne, Yan Lao Wu seemed to be weakened, but after a while, he was controlled by three thousand ghost cultivators, and that Meng Dali also came to help in the battle after subduing the Ten Halls of the Yama Throne.

Yan Lao Wu still wanted to resist stubbornly, Meng Dali smiled and said: "Yan Lao Wu, now that you have lost the throne of the Ten Halls of Hades, in the magic weapon space world of my master, in the underworld that my master has arranged for me to take charge of, how long can you still jump? Hurry up and surrender is your best choice! My master is merciful, you better not make a mistake about yourself!"

Although Yan Lao Wu was already scared in his heart, ah, he had possessed the throne of the Ten Halls of Hades for a long time, and in the Ghost Shadow Desert, that cultivation career of being high, alone, and arrogant and self-respecting had made him form an arrogant personality - at this time, he was suddenly asked to bow his head and admit defeat, where was he willing?

I only heard Yan Lao Wu struggling and said, "If you want me to bow my head and admit defeat, there is no way!"

The dervish laughed, raised his hand and pointed to the outside of the black bowl, and said, "Yan Lao Wu, look at the magic weapon tribulation outside!"

The dervish monk's mind moved, Yan Lao Wu couldn't help but look in the direction pointed by the dervish monk, he didn't know if he didn't look at it, and he was startled and jumped a little bit when he saw it: "Be good! What kind of magic weapon is this? What kind of catastrophe is this? How can there be such a catastrophe?!

Meng Dali and the three thousand ghost cultivators also couldn't help but look out, yo! This really scared people to death!

I saw the outside of the black bowl, the sky was as dark as thick ink for a while, and bright as the sun for a while, and the thunder and lightning of that day were like waterfalls, which were falling down from the sky and the earth, and fell into a wild thunder and lightning waterfall!

Other people's tribulations are all waves of tribulation thunder and lightning falling, Ami's tribulation is like pouring down the tribulation thunder and lightning! It is like there is a river of tribulation thunder and lightning between heaven and earth, coming from the sky, rushing and betting, and pouring into the black bowl!

The heavenly tribulation that Ami crossed was extremely amazing, but it didn't have the wonderful taste of the details recorded by those immortal cultivators!

Yan Lao Wu looked at this Heavenly Tribulation Thunder and Lightning, he was stunned, his eyes were staring, he didn't say a word, he had already stopped resisting and struggling, and the three thousand skeleton ghost cultivators and Meng Dali were the same, they all opened their mouths wide, they didn't dare to breathe, and they had already stopped attacking Yan Lao Wu.

In fact, the dervish monk himself was also shocked in the depths of his heart: obedient! It's amazing!

Although the dervishes were also shocked in his heart, he lost no time in asking, "Yan Lao Wu, are you convinced?"

How do you know that Yan Lao Wu heard it but didn't listen, and there was no reaction!

The dervish monk didn't know why for a while, so he shouted loudly and said angrily: "Yan Lao Wu, are you a dead man? Answer my words! The old man asks you, do you surrender or not?"

Unexpectedly, after this question, Yan Lao Wu replied in a loud voice as if he had suddenly returned his soul: "Ah, I'm not already a dead man, ouch! I, I'm this, ah, I'm served, served, served! What kind of magic weapon are you? Why is it so powerful? Could it be the legendary magic weapon of the Heavenly Sacred Weapon?"

When did the dervish monk know what the "legendary magic weapon of the heavens of the holy weapons" was? However, at this time, he was also a weasel lying in the mill road, pretending to be a big-tailed donkey, and he smiled and said with a smile in disbelief: "Yes! This magic weapon of the old man is, of course, the magic weapon of the holy weapons of the heavens!"

As soon as he heard that this was the legendary "Heavenly Sacred Weapon Magic Weapon", Yan Lao Wu immediately shouted: "Okay, I am willing to recognize you as the master! However, if I am in charge of the underworld, I also ask the master to share a little power with me!"

When the dervish heard this, he was inexplicable for a while, and stupidly embellished: "Are you really willing?"