Small farmer's portable field

Chapter 1599 Beating
The environment here had a great impact on Tian Ermiao's physical body, the most important thing was that he was hungry.

The hunger was so strong that Tian Ermiao couldn't concentrate at all.

Physically as strong as Tian Ermiao was also thrown to pieces.

Moreover, this dry well does not know what it is made of, it is so hard that it is unimaginable.

"Kill my hope, then die with me."

When the witch god raised his hand, Tian Ermiao's body was thrown high, and then fell down, and Tian Ermiao vomited blood continuously.

The witch god threw Tian Ermiao up again.

When reaching the highest point this time, Tian Ermiao actually saw Wen Xingxing, and also saw the steamed bun in Wen Xingxing's hand.

"Wen Xingxing!"

Tian Ermiao yelled.

Wen Xingxing on the stone bridge was taken aback. He looked around, "Tian Ermiao, is that you? Where are you?"

Tian Ermiao couldn't hear Wen Xingxing's voice. He fell down, unable to move his body.

"Wen Xingxing? Are you calling for help?"

The witch god laughed loudly: "In this ghost place, it's no wonder someone came to save you."

Tian Ermiao raised his head with difficulty. He looked up and said, "Do you want to drop me to death at this height?"

"Oh? Then you wait to be thrown to death!"

Tian Ermiao's body was thrown up and down, repeatedly.

Tian Ermiao couldn't remember how many times, anyway, he was already bloody from the fall, and his will was not very clear.

Finally, Wen Xingxing saw the dry well and Tian Ermiao, and he shouted: "Tian Ermiao, where are you? Who is beating you?"

Suddenly, Wen Xingxing thought of the steamed bun in his hand, and when Tian Ermiao's body appeared in front of him again, he stretched out his hand and said, "How can I give you the steamed bun... ah..."

The steamed bun in Wen Xingxing's hand disappeared.

Tian Ermiao held the steamed buns in his hand, his body was falling rapidly, and he had already started to eat.

I was so hungry that I stuffed a steamed bun into my mouth three times.

When it landed, Tian Ermiao landed on both feet.

"Oh?" The witch god didn't expect to land in such a way this time.

Tian Ermiao slowly raised her head and looked at the witch god, "It's my turn!"

"I don't understand why you changed suddenly, but I am a divine mind, you can't use the power of the divine soul, what can you do to me?"

The witch god laughed loudly: "Between you and me, I have long been invincible."

"Undefeated you fucking."

Just now, Tian Ermiao suffered all kinds of humiliation, and he punched him.

This punch is a punch of anger, a punch of resolving humiliation.

"The fist is very powerful, and it can kill a Void Returning cultivator outside, but what can you do..."

The Witch God didn't continue, because he was affected by the fist wind.

boom!
Tian Ermiao's fist hit the witch god, and smashed the witch god on the stone wall of the dry well.

Tian Ermiao's fist was loosened, and the phantom of the witch god fell down like a real body, looking extremely embarrassed.

"Why were you able to hit me?" Wu Shen asked.

"It goes back to the reason why I'm here." Tian Ermiao said.

"By the way, why are you here?" The witch god asked.

boom!
Tian Ermiao threw a punch.

The witch god became even more embarrassed, and his body became more transparent.

boom!
Tian Ermiao was hitting like venting.

"Don't hit, don't hit, if you hit me again, I will dissipate."

The witch god cried out in fear.

"What does your death have to do with me?" Tian Ermiao asked.

"I can throw you up. Didn't you eat something just now?" Wu Shen hurriedly said.

Tian Ermiao narrowed her eyes and said, "You throw it once."

"I need to recover, I was beaten to death by you." Wu Shen said.

"I'll let you throw it once."

Tian Ermiao raised her fist.

The witch god hurriedly said: "Don't hit, don't hit, I'll throw it away."

Tian Ermiao's body was thrown up, and there was an extra steamed bun in his hand.

After falling down, Tian Ermiao didn't eat it. A steamed bun a day can keep him from being affected by hunger, so he doesn't have to worry about it tomorrow.

"What steamed buns?" The witch god asked curiously.

"Can you throw me into the dry well?" Tian Ermiao asked.

"How is it possible, the limit was already reached just now, otherwise, how could I have been trapped here for hundreds of years."

The witch god asked, "Why are you here?"

"Do I know you well?"

Tian Ermiao glared at the witch god, "If I hadn't had to rely on you to fetch things, I'd have punched you apart!"

The witch god is very aggrieved, but he can't do anything, so he is even more aggrieved.

"Are you not convinced? If you are not convinced, give me another fist."

As he said that, Tian Ermiao made a gesture to fight.

"Don't."

The witch god hurriedly shouted: "I am convinced, I am convinced."

Tian Ermiao sat on the ground and said, "Let's talk about these gases."

"This is one of the abilities of the central formation in the small town of self-cultivation. It is the hub of the large formation that extracts energy. You are wondering why the physical body has not shrunk yet?"

In the view of the witch god, one of Tian Ermiao's arms has turned gray-black. According to his experience, the flesh and blood will wither, which is the reason for the energy being extracted. However, Tian Ermiao's arm is normal except for the color. It is the fist that can hit so heavy.

Tian Ermiao looked down at his arm, his brows were tightly frowned.

The whole arm was gray and black, and Tian Ermiao could feel that the gas was trying to extract the energy from his body, mainly because it wanted to extract the immortal energy in his body.

Fortunately, Tian Ermiao's physical body is strong enough, and he also has immortal energy, so the gray-black gas will not be able to do anything to him for a while.

However, if you are as hungry as before, it will be hard to say.

Tian Ermiao did not answer the witch god, but asked: "Do you know how to deal with these gases?"

"If I knew, I wouldn't just be left with divine thoughts." The witch god spread his hands.

Tian Ermiao narrowed her eyes, "If I can use the power of my soul, I will refine your divine sense."

"Young man, is it okay to be so violent?" Wu Shen asked.

"Aren't you violent? Is your Baishen religion not violent?"

Tian Ermiao snorted.

"Tell me why your body is withered, maybe I can analyze the way to resist the gas." Wu Shen said.

Tian Ermiao glanced at the witch god, then he closed his head and looked down at his right arm, which was gray and black climbing up, although it was very slow, but after a long time, Tian Ermiao's whole body would turn gray and black. Time, I am afraid it will be very troublesome to resist.

The soul power can't be used, what else can Tian Ermiao use now?
Immortal!

Xianfanzhang can use the immortal energy, but Tian Ermiao did not use it on his own initiative, it was guided by Xianfanzhang.

And, very limited.

Tian Ermiao stretched out his palm, and he began to practice the palm technique.

In the situation where he could only rely on his physical body, the cactus palm he produced looked extremely ordinary.

(End of this chapter)