Gradually, as the combination of light and shadow, the whole world in front of Tang Ming began to become dark, and all the time came to his ears was a constant buzzing sound and the powerful tearing force.

This feeling is wonderful, like a cruise ship in a river, with the bottom of the ship being in the river channel, bearing the repulsive force brought by the river channel. On the other hand, the gravity in the air is pressing on the hull to fix it on the riverbed. However, Tang Ming's current situation is coincidentally the opposite. Both sides are extremely pulling force, as if the cycle of reincarnation, one after another, is to tear Tang Ming's body apart from Tang Ming's waist.

Tang Ming frowned. The spiritual energy in his body had not yet recovered. At the same time, the black mist squeezed out from the robbery of the ghost had reached a limit and completely became a disabled person who was unable to resist. Fortunately, Tang Ming's body was strong enough. Although he could only be at the mercy of others at this time, under the influence of his strong body, even such a powerful pulling force could not hurt Tang Ming.

You can only wander endlessly in that endless darkness.

The consciousness gradually became weaker, and Tang Ming quickly shook his head with the last force. Even if he was weak at this time, he would never lose consciousness.

What is this place?

It was the black space where the Winning Demon wanted to break through the barrier. To put it bluntly, this place is the chassis of the Winning Demon. No one knows where the Winning Demon is and when it will suddenly launch an attack.

Isn't it a pity if you are suddenly attacked at this time and lose your name when you faint?

What's more, Yun Fuyan and others are in this space where life and death are uncertain, and their lives and safety are in such extreme danger, so he cannot faint.

This is Tang Ming’s last persistence.

So Tang Ming simply closed his eyes and started counting.

One second...two seconds...three seconds.

It was like a monk in the abyss ringing the bell, time passed by minute by minute.

604800 seconds!

Seven days passed in a flash, and finally there was no longer the endless darkness in front of us. A little bit of light began to appear. The gentle sunlight hit Tang Ming's eyes through his eyelids, which was an ultimate comfort feeling.

But at the same time, there was an endless stream of water coming!

Water flow!?

Tang Ming was surprised and wanted to use spiritual energy to wrap his lungs quickly. Logically speaking, it would be possible to recover some spiritual energy in seven days, but Tang Ming had no spiritual energy on his body, and his body was even weak and had no strength.

As the saying goes, water and fire are ruthless. Without the support of spiritual energy, even Tang Ming's cultivation level at the Tianxuan realm will be choked to death by the water flow!

"Woooooooooooooooooo!" Tang Ming's mouth made a mourning sound. He opened his mouth and immediately the cold sea water poured in along Tang Ming's nose and mouth.

Salty? Could it be that I went to the East China Sea?

Even at this last moment, Tang Ming was still judging where he was thrown.

Finally there

With the infusion of the sea water, Tang Ming lost his last consciousness and completely fainted.

...

On the beach, a towering tree that has never been seen before is planted, called Qianfeng. Every summer, a fruit called Qianfeng will grow above the Qianfeng. It tastes delicious, like a lamb sitting on it, melting in your mouth. If you mix it with the unpalatable dry cakes delivered from morning class, it will be really the best in the world. Unfortunately, those who know this secret can only have two little monks who sneak out of the temple after morning class.

The little monk is only twelve or thirteen years old. He is fat and thin, and his face is full of redness, and he is cute.

At this time, the fat monk climbed over the stone and looked secretly in the forest of thousands of pine trees, as if he was looking at whether there were anyone around him.

The thin monk behind him was slightly taller and the fat monk stretched out his white and tender right hand and hit the fat monk's head without hesitation.

"Oh, senior brother, you hit me again!" The fat monk was so painful that he almost shed tears, his chubby little face turned a little red, which was really a bit cute.

The thin monk glared at the fat man and then said in a pity that Tiebu is unsuccessful: "Biping! Tell me, what are you looking at?"

Fat monk Biping touched his bald head and said aggrievedly: "Senior Brother. Recently, the master is not always saying that the morning class is not peaceful these days, and there are often thieves peeping around my temple, saying that they want to covet the treasures in the temple. Am I afraid?"

Bang...

The thin monk gave the fat monk another chestnut.

Biping hurriedly hugged his head, looking like he ran away with his head in his arms: "Oh, senior brother, you hit me again."

"I said you, a fool, can't be a little clearer. Even if there are thieves covet treasures in our temple, you have to steal the abbot's demon-subduing pestle. What's the jasper robes of the third uncle? If that thief is stupid, would he come here to steal thousands of fruits to eat?"

The fat monk pouted, very dissatisfied: "What's wrong with Qianguo? This is my senior brother and I'm the treasure. If I ask me to steal it, I will steal this thing!"

The senior brother glared at Biping with a grudge and then raised his right hand to strike.

Biping quickly was shocked and ran into the forest.

While taking out the dry cakes I had delivered in the morning from my backpack, the younger brother waved his hand: "It will be fine if you have it. Hurry up the tree and pick fruits to eat. I'm almost starving to death."

Biping shook his little hand: "But, this morning the master said that I had too many distractions when I was chanting scriptures recently..."

"Hmm?" The youngest brother raised his right hand again.

Biping didn't dare to say anything. When he stomped his feet on the ground, he rushed up like a small rocket.

The little hand was sensibly grasped in the sky. Two crystal clear fruits were grabbed by Biping.

The fruit of Qiansong seems to be a pine cone, but it is a circle larger than the pine cone, and is sandwiched into the dry cake.

Just eat it.

Biping turned around and was about to jump off the tree. He instinctively turned around and looked at the endless sea behind him. He was thinking about how to tell Dahai how his senior brother bullied him recently. Then he found that there was a ragged young man fainting on the edge of the coast.

He immediately staggered and rolled down from the book and smashed hard on the ground.

Qiansong is a towering tree more than 30 meters high. Biping fell down and not only did nothing, but he got up alive and waved Qianguo in his hand while shouting anxiously with his younger brother: "No, bad, bad, senior brother, there are thieves!"

"Thieves!" The young brother was about to make a fire and bake the dried biscuits in his arms before eating. When he heard this, he frowned and grabbed a handful of sand from the side and extinguished the fire that had just risen.

"Take me to see!"

Just kidding, where is this? Liangzen Temple, the biggest temple with the sadness, the thief casually went to the coast behind the temple. What's the point?

Biping knew that this was not a joke, so he immediately got up from the ground and rushed out without even having time to slap the dust on his body.

The two of them obviously had good cultivation, but they did not fly. Instead, they flew through the Thousand Pine Forest a few times before they arrived at the beach.

"Senior Brother, look at the thief!" Biping pointed from a distance, and the ragged young man who fainted by the beach said tremblingly, but said that he did not dare to go to the front.

The young senior brother came forward and looked at Tang Ming who had fainted. When he saw that the other party was covered with wounds, he immediately frowned and took a breath of cold air. He was sad that the monks were all with compassion, and most of them were Taoist priests. He could take ruthless actions and beat people like this? Could it be that the thieves took action?

"I don't know if this person is still alive?" The young senior brother went up and touched Tang Ming's breath. When the white little hand reached in front of Tang Ming, Tang Ming turned around and then spit a mouthful of sea water from his mouth on the ground.

Biping immediately slapped and screamed in surprise: "Oh! Senior brother is not good, you see, he is indeed a thief, and he has so many injuries on his body."

The youngest brother glared at Biping and immediately said coldly: "It's not a thief. What I want to see is that a sad monk was attacked by the thief. Besides, you see, this person's cultivation is so weak that he can't even reach the realm of Tianxuan. Such a person is still going to be a thief? I think it's not enough to pull a cart for the thief."

"Ah, if it weren't for the thief, we would have to save him." Biping felt a little kind-hearted when he heard that it wasn't a thief.

The youngest brother touched his chin, looked at Tang Ming lying on the ground and looked at Biping again. The little eye beads turned around in his eye sockets, and then said with a smile: "This person must be saved, but it will be saved by the seventh uncle."

"Well, Biping, you also said, you want to save him, then

It’s up to you to carry this man back to the temple and wait for me to find Uncle Seven to save him.”

Biping opened his mouth, then pointed his finger at his little nose: "Ah, I'll carry him?"

"yes."

"But senior brother, I heard the Seventh Master tell a ghost story yesterday. He said that after this person dies, if the ghosts stop dissipating, they will fall into the blue sea and become water ghosts. People who are entangled by water ghosts will turn into water ghosts and turn to find a fat man to eat."

The young senior brother raised his hand very simply and said coldly: "Stop talking so much nonsense, move!"

Biping was yelled by the younger brother, and immediately did not dare to talk more. He just walked to Tang Ming timidly, first knelt down to Tang Ming's body, and then muttered in his mouth: "Mr. Water Ghost, I haven't eaten much good food recently, and I have lost a lot of weight. If you are really a water ghost, you have to wait for me to have a good meal. It's not too late to eat again."

While talking, the little monk was already planning how to steal the abbot's demon-subduing pestle after he returned and to give Tang Ming a good way to save him.

Finally, after the little monk bowed three times and nine times, he carried Tang Ming on his back. However, the fat man was a little shorter after all. He struggled to carry Tang Ming, but finally he held Tang Ming's feet on the ground, pulled out a waterway, and returned to the temple.
Chapter completed!