As soon as Deng Mingtong finished speaking, a sound of clear and intense water sounded in the water jail. In this water jail, Deng Mingtong's prison manifested into vortexes of more than eighteen feet in size. The center of the vortex, and eighteen water columns of fingers were rushing out.

As the eighteen pillars of water surged, the sound of the energy of heaven and earth being torn apart was sobbing in the hell.

"Huh..." As we sobbed, the extremely painful sound twitched, and the snarling swallowed in this hell, making people feel numb.

In Taipan's eyes, the eighteen water columns turned into the sharpest blade, piercing through Deng Mingtong's body in the prison from different directions.

At this time, Taipan was present. Although he was also trapped in this jail, Deng Mingtong's treatment was completely different from the four of them. The four of them could move freely in this prison about a meter square, but Deng Mingtong seemed to be detained in the center of the prison and could not move Xinghao at all.

Eighteen water columns penetrated Deng Mingtong's body from different directions, like a scraper, and removed all the flesh and blood around Deng Mingtong, revealing the white bones. There were countless cracked marks on the bones, one by one, all twisted like centipedes, ugly and terrifying.

At the same time, Deng Mingtong's extremely vigorous vitality, the Hedao Banxian, was also his own. He flowed between his flesh and blood, causing countless granulations to grow out of the eighteen wounds, and then turned into dust and powder under the erosion and scraping of the water column, and disappeared with the flow of water. In this way, it was endless.

The twitching whimpering lasted for about an hour, and the eighteen vortexes disappeared, and then the flesh and blood on Deng Mingtong's body was re-encapsulated, wrapping the pale bones all over his body.

"Is this?" Taipan asked guessingly.

"The eyes of water just suck and spit the Ba River." Deng Mingtong sorted out his appearance, and said nothing.

And Taipan took a breath.

The three thousand miles of Ba River flows in one day, and the endless water sources are all swallowed through this water eye, that is, the eighteen finger-sized water columns. In one hour, the rushing water columns can be achieved with the circulation balance of the three thousand miles of Ba River. The water flow can be imagined.

Taipan had no doubt that if it were not for a semi-immortal giant like Deng Mingtong, but any soul cultivator, then this person would definitely be killed on the spot under the erosion of this water flow, and even the corpse would not be left behind.

Although these eighteen streams of water were only washed down by rivers, when the water flow was almost at its peak, the power of these eighteen streams of water was no less than ordinary magical powers.

This once a day, once a day, lasts for an entire hour, peeling off the bones and removing the torture like Lingchi. Deng Mingtong, a semi-immortal in the world, has been suffering for 480 years!

What a pain and despair.

Although there is also the energy of heaven and earth for people to suck, for Deng Mingtong, this sucking is part of the torture and torture.

The energy of heaven and earth that is consumed every day turns into true energy in his body, stimulating its vitality, and then this vitality is consumed in the torture. That is to say, in this water hell, Deng Mingtong's merits have never made any progress in the 480 years. Even if he had not been constantly sucking and spitting, he would have even possible that he would fall from the realm of Hedao and Half Immortals and become a primordial spirit again.

And under the erosion of these eighteen streams of water, if not the half-immortal of Hedao, they will only end up with death.

"Senior!" Taipan whispered in a low voice. At this moment, even though he was in an absolutely irreconcilable opposition, Taipan also developed an incomparable respect for the old Taoist in front of him. This respect was not for his cultivation, but for his indelible will and persistence.

Forty-eighty years, when there was no sunshine and no hope, this old Taoist was still practicing day after day, swallowing and spitting. Even though this practice and this spitting have become part of the torture, the old Taoist did not give up at all.

Compared with the old Taoist priest in front of Taipan, the indomitable and unyielding creatures praise it is simply not worth mentioning!

"Have you ever regretted the sword of that year?" With emotion, looking at Deng Mingtong, whose pain on his face dissipated, Tai Pan couldn't help but ask.

"Repent? We practitioners, no regrets are revealed!"

"If I do it again, the old Taoist will still use that sword."

"A demonic person will be punished when he sees it." The old Taoist face did not have the hesitation he expected, only unconcealed determination and determination, and never regret it until death.

"The old Taoist hatred, the sword that was too confident, so that it was called the monster, living under the sword!" The old Taoist Deng Mingtong's voice was extremely loud, but the murderous intent that could not be expressed in words made the few people in the water hut shivered.

Taipan's previous feelings also completely disappeared between the words of the old Taoist.

He almost forgot that no matter what, this old Taoist Deng Mingtong was a semi-immortal giant from the Heavenly Master Mansion. He would never have any affection for such a demon spirit as himself.

"But, if it's really starting over." After a sudden, the old Taoist narrowed his eyes again, with a smile on his face, and a cunning look again.

"After that sword, I, the old Taoist, would never be foolishly asked someone to catch it and throw it into this water hut."

"I think about it now, I was stupid at that time!"

"Why don't you leave?"

"Even if you go far away from the bitter and cold land and don't enter China, it's better than being trapped in this jail."

"No matter how bad I can teach a few capable juniors for the Tianshi Mansion."

"Or, you can step on the Wanling Mountain and fight to the death of one or two thousand-year-old old monsters."

"Even if you stand and die on the spot, it's better than now. Sitting here withered, there is no benefit to our human race." The old Taoist sighed, and his face was filled with melancholy.

"By the way, you four boys, who can tell me, which emperor is in charge of the throne?"

"What's going on with the situation between the shemale?"

"It's so good for seniors to learn that after Emperor Wen Heng, the one who took over the throne was Di Qi." In the prison next to Tai Pan, Taoist Songming spoke respectfully.

"As for the situation between the shemale and the four of us, as long as we are just souls, how can we know the changes in the situation between the shemale and the shemale?"

"Besides, if even we can see that the Taoist lords of the nine major sects have any plans, how can the nine major sects stand between heaven and earth?" Taoist Songming said.

"Yes, I'm not considering this question." Deng Mingtong nodded after thinking for a while, "It seems that sitting here for so many years has made me feel almost lost."
Chapter completed!