The words say:

After a long time of wind and dust, many hardships, I dare not believe in people's hearts. Once the snake bites, I still hate it when I think about it. Children are not jealous of each other, but when they grow up, it is rare to meet a soulmate. Compassion, common feelings, what is the reason for this?

Groaning, studying nature, virtuous and evil, good and good. It is the way of heaven that indulges and the invading of humanity. Did the earth ever speak, but let that, the beasts and songbirds. The east wind breaks, the pipa is a song, and the flowers sing the willow whisk.

——Small words to send "Man Tingfang".

But he said that the dervishes were trying to use his divine sense to communicate and explain to the slave, but the slave had already begun to refine another magic weapon, and even urged the dervishes to do things, to ask for this material, to ask for that material, to divide the cast and control the fire, as if the dervish monk could turn into a doppelganger, divide into nine, and do things at the same time.

How can the dervishes have the ability to turn into a doppelganger at this time? Helplessly, he couldn't keep up with the slave's mouth that even gave orders, so he was insulted by the slave!

The dervish priest's divine sense transmitted: "Who are you scolding? Beware of the monk, I really destroyed your son's soul, so that he will not even have a chance to be reincarnated!"

The slave's body shook, his hand couldn't help shaking, and he also sent a message to the dervishes: "The villain has eyes but doesn't know Mount Tai! Please forgive the master! My son's soul pill is still alive and can he be reincarnated?"

The dervishes replied, "The monks don't talk nonsense! Amitabha! Don't talk about this now, when you have the chance, I'll let you see your son's soul pill, but it's a living soul!"

"Thank you so much, master! This is hell, the refining hell of the Ziye Yama Palace, this chief Hua Guduo is even more ruthless than the Ziye Great Yama King, I'm afraid it's not easy to find an opportunity!"

The dervishes wanted to say more, that he should always be ready to escape, and that the opportunity was reserved for those who were prepared, but after thinking about it, could this slave be reliable? Based on his previous performance, it would not be good if he betrayed himself!

Thinking of this, the dervishes sent a message with his divine sense: "If you want to see your son's soul, then be patient, there will always be a chance!"

"The master is right! The villain is patient, and I hope the master will take care of my son!"

The dervishes said: "Don't worry, my son's soul, I will protect him from destruction!" As for the word 'master', you don't call it anymore, your cultivation realm is several steps higher than mine, you call it like this, I dare not be a monk!"

After this conversation, when Nanuda assigned the dervish monk to do things, he was really much more polite.

The dervish sighed in his heart: If it weren't for the soul of his son who was with me, life and death would be up to me, this old man might not be willing to treat me honestly!

After all, I told the chief ghost cultivator before that my "cultivation eye" can't be controlled by myself, isn't this old Shi worried that I will devour his son's soul pill?

Thinking like this, the dervish monk also made up his mind in his heart, he had to test this Ren Laoshi, if this person is really an honest man as his name suggests, then I might as well pull him with me and try to escape.

Not to mention that the dervish monk is thinking while doing things, and that this old man is also thinking secretly:

——This monk told the chief manager earlier that his cultivation eye cannot be completely controlled independently, and he needs to advance to the Xuandao realm before he can do so, and my son's soul pill can really be kept if it falls into his cultivation eyes? Could it be that this monk is lying to me?

What good can you do to lie to me? Alas, my father and son have fallen into this refining hell, and life is already worse than death! However, since they have embarked on the road of immortality, for a long time, I only say that there will always be a chance to escape, and I don't want this monk to come, but I will inevitably eliminate one of my father and son!

Alas, what is there to be nostalgic for such a path of immortality as a slave and a servant? If my son's reformed soul pill is destroyed and turned into a soul crystal, then it will be considered a liberation, right? I hate this monk, but it will not help!

Maybe what this monk said is also the truth, my son's new soul pill has not yet become a soul crystal, and he still retains his sexual spirit, so thank God for this monk!

At this time, the flame under the Dading is flourishing, next to the Dading, the slave Daren Laoshi and the slave two dervishes are full of hearts, testing each other, and they are unwilling to easily communicate with each other, for fear of being betrayed and betrayed by the other party.

For a while, Ren Laoshi and the dervishes no longer communicated with each other, and they did things silently, but they also cooperated very well.

Suddenly, someone from outside broke in and broke the silence: when the dervishes looked at it, it was the one who was called a slave robber by the chief ghost cultivator, who came in with a nine-handle fork that had completed the magic weapon heavenly tribulation, and handed it over to the chief ghost cultivator.

The robbed slave was obviously injured by the magic weapon Heavenly Tribulation, and his magic clothes were tattered, and when he was trembling and handed over the magic weapon, the chief ghost cultivator scolded:

"After you survive the magic weapon tribulation, won't you clean yourself up and come back to see me?"

The robber didn't dare to say a word, but just bowed his head, raised his hands high, and held the nine-handled three-toothed white bone fork.

The slave robber fell to his knees on the ground, but the arms grew long in an instant, until they reached the length of the bone chair in mid-air, and then stopped, and no longer grew.

The head of the big ghost cultivator snorted, raised his hand and grabbed it, the nine forks were all collected, and the arms of the robber slave instantly retracted and returned to normal.

However, at such an instant, the big ghost cultivator took out an object and shouted "receive", and in the blink of an eye, the robbed slave disappeared on the spot and disappeared without a trace!

The dervishes watched quietly, knowing that the slave must have been put into a space magic weapon by the master in charge—woohoo! It seems that this slave is in a more miserable situation than the slave refiner, and the dervish sighed in his heart.

The clock is ticking. The dervish monk and the old stone of Nanu Daren cooperated in refining, but they no longer communicated with their divine senses.

It is another magic weapon that has been successfully refined, and the nine-handled three-toothed white bone forks are all three-grade weapons.

The head of the big ghost cultivator, Lord Hua Guduo, looked at it and scolded: "Nuda, I see that your refining level is getting more and more regressive! These days, a total of seven tripods have been refined, and sixty-three forks are all three-grade spiritual weapons, can't you refine a higher-grade one?"

The slave quickly knelt down to the dust, kowtowed and explained: "Lord Steward, it's not that the villain's refining level has regressed, but this kind of white bone fork magic weapon, the villain has not refined it before, and the difficulty of refining is also greater than before, Lord Steward, the villain has done his best!"

The chief ghost reprimanded: "Let your fart go! Nu Da, after refining this batch of three-toothed white bone forks, the next batch of magic weapons, let the monk Nu Er refine it first, if the second slave refining is better than yours, hum, you know how I will clean you up!"

After the head of the Great Ghost Cultivator scolded him, he didn't care how the slave dared to justify, and no matter what the second slave reacted to, he called for the robbery of the slave again-in fact, the slave Daren Lao Shi didn't dare to make more excuses, and the second slave dervishes were expressionless, and he couldn't talk about any reaction-The slave robbed reappeared, received the nine-handled three-grade spirit weapon white bone fork, and flew out again The spirit weapon magic weapon Heavenly Tribulation.

Time is passing, and the things in this refining hell are like this every day.

I don't know how many days have passed, and the chief ghost has made a new order, and this time it is the White Bone Soul Tower that will be refined.

The chief manager of the big ghost cultivator: "Nu Er, this time you will refine it, and Nu Da will give you a hand, I can make it clear to you, the magic weapon you refine is higher than the white bone fork refined by Nu Da, otherwise, I will let you eat the killing mace!"

The dervish monk was angry in his heart, but he began refining with a blank face, and the slave fought hard, and finally couldn't help but use his divine sense to send a message to the dervish monk and said:

"Mingchen Daoyou, the situation of that slave is even more miserable than you and me, he has become a slave of the blood oath of the Lord in charge, he does not dare to betray, but also has to bear the blow of the Treasure Tribulation, and he may die at any time - the higher the grade of the magic weapon you refine, the greater the danger for him. ”

The dervish monk secretly said in his heart: You have refused to communicate with my divine consciousness for several days, and today you are finally willing to take the initiative to speak!

The dervishes immediately sent a message to Nuda: "Ren Daoyou, according to you, what should I do?"

"Your cultivation realm is lower than mine, so the magic weapon you have refined is one grade lower than the magic weapon I have refined, which is normal and understandable. The cultivation realm of that robbed slave was originally higher than that of you and me, and it was not worth it for you to offend him. ”

"How could I offend him?"

"The magic weapon you have refined is of a high grade, and the danger of him crossing the magic weapon tribulation will be greater, which is tantamount to offending him. ”

"What happens if you offend him?"

"He is the blood oath slave of the Governor, and he can say bad things about you to the Governor at any time, and at that time, the Governor will still beat you with a killing stick!"

"I see!" The dervish priest's divine sense replied to Ren Laoshi: "To be honest, the magic weapon I have refined is difficult to control the grade, what can I do?"

- It turns out that when the dervish monk uses the tripod that has the spirit of the instrument to refine, with the help of the fire boy of the spirit of the instrument, he can control the grade of the magic weapon refined, this tripod, the dervish monk took the name "Yan Ling Ding";

And when the old tripod that originated from Mingzong was used for refining, the dervish monk really couldn't control the grade of the magic weapon refined;

Now that the big tripod in this room is used, the dervish monk can't control the level of the magic weapon.

At this time, the dervish monk's heart also suddenly realized: this boss can control the grade of the magic weapon that has been refined! He can achieve the same grade of the nine-handled white bone fork, all of which are three-grade spiritual weapons, and this refining level is much higher than his own!

The dervish monk didn't care about this matter before, but now Ren Laoshi took the initiative to remind the dervishes, and the dervishes instantly understood that this Ren Laoshi was a master of refining!

At this time, the dervish monk understood this, and his view of this Ren Lao Shi was different from before; the dervish monk humbly asked for advice, and Ren Lao Shi could also hear the sincerity of the dervish monk, but he did not give any guidance to the dervish monk.

In the final analysis, Ren Laoshi still has his little melon account in his heart:

The Ziye God King captured this Mingchen monk, but he was not ready to take his life, this point, the chief manager has already made it very clear!

Those who made slaves and robbed slaves were caught here, first eating and killing the mace, and then they were forcibly instilled with dead qi and fed the Xuanming Pill, from then on, three points are people, seven points are ghosts, but in fact, people are not like people, and ghosts are not like ghosts.

This Mingchen monk dervishes, since he arrived here, although he has been beaten forty times with a white bone mace, it is much lighter than the one I received at the beginning-

There are many signs here, and Nu Daren Laoshi is really worried in his heart, once the refining level of the dervish catches up with him, he is afraid that he will not be able to last even a thousand years, and he will be dragged by this Ziye God King to destroy the body, leaving the remnant soul to be a ghost cultivator!

Ren Laoshi sighed in his heart: "I'm sorry, I can't teach you, if I teach you, I will have no value in their eyes, I am also to save my life, Mingchen monk, I hope you can understand!"

Ren Laoshi thought of this, so he said to the dervishes: "Master, Mingchen Daoist! This magic weapon refined cannot guarantee the level of grade, it is also a common thing, if you have enough experience, you will naturally have understanding, practice makes perfect."

If you ask me to say that experience is sometimes the same as epiphany, I understand it in my heart, but it is difficult to explain it clearly, I hope you will understand. I'm sorry, but I really can't tell what the hell is going on!"

Ren Laoshi said this, the dervishes also felt quite helpless, people are unwilling to teach, it is also very normal, I think that at the beginning, I and Li Wenshan Taoist friends also secretly learned the refining skills of Mingzong, how can Mingzong be willing to teach the way of refining to himself? If someone asks Lao Wei to let me teach him the way of refining, I will teach him not to teach? Plain help people, but do not want any reciprocation, even if this is true, I am afraid that it will be mistaken for nothing to be attentive.

The dervish monk thought about it, but he didn't expect that Ren Laoshi refused to teach himself, but for the sake of saving his life.

——The dervish monk has made the first tripod product in the hell refining hell in the palace of the Ziye God King: one tripod and nine white bone soul towers, ranging from the second grade to the fifth grade, and so on!

The big ghost Xiuhua Guduo didn't say a word, he directly made a move with his left hand in the air, and waved the white bone mace with his right hand to knock it down!