Dozens of zhang high mountain torrent accompanied by a roaring sound to cover them, a lightning bolt in the dark night wind and rain is the surging momentum of the mountain torrent in front of their eyes, in the face of powerful natural disasters, their strength seems so small, just when they thought they would die, in despair, but listen to the little monk's shout contains the breath of spiritual power into their ears.

"Come on!"

As they ran, they looked towards the sound in the wind and rain, and when they saw the little monk who had snatched the child and ran away, he was holding the child and stepping on a big round bamboo and flew over from mid-air.

At that moment, they were shocked and surprised, and the excitement of seeing a trace of life in the desperate place could not be expressed in words.

"Let's go!"

The middle-aged man held the two people beside him in one hand, and his spiritual power was lucky, and his body jumped up and sat on the round bamboo, and the young man and the young woman hugged the round bamboo tightly after sitting down, for fear of falling.

Because they jumped up, the round bamboo shook a little and quickly stabilized and flew high. The few people who were able to escape and sat on the round bamboo looked at the place where they were standing just now being swallowed up by the flash flood below, and the trees rushing up behind them were the scene that crashed forward, and they couldn't help but be afraid for a while, even if they escaped, their bodies still trembled slightly involuntarily at this time.

"Help...... Save...... Yes! ”

A cry for help came from the torrent, they looked down, only to see that in the torrent, the man in brocade suddenly stretched out his hand and raised his head for help, but the next moment, with the torrent pouring downward, a big tree slammed down, directly knocked the man in brocade into the torrent, and was stabbed to death by the rocks and branches in the torrent.

Watching the torrent devour life fiercely and mercilessly, the three middle-aged men only felt chills behind them. If it wasn't for the little monk who saved them just now, I'm afraid, they wouldn't have escaped death.

In the wind and rain, Tang Ning didn't dare to stay in mid-air, because Qingzhu could fly with them, or she helped with spiritual power, even if so, I was afraid that it wouldn't last long, and the top priority at the moment was to find a safe place to fall.

"You're holding on." Tang Ning said, seeing them clinging to the round bamboo, he found a higher safety place and flew away.

The torrent covered a wide area, and they braved the wind and rain to search the sky for a long time, until they found a high flat ground, and when the round bamboo flew down, and when they were lowered, all three of them could not stand on the ground.

They looked at the torrent in the distance, and listened to the terrifying roaring sound of the torrent in the night, and then they took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

The middle-aged man eased up first, he got up and bowed deeply to the little monk holding the child: "Thank you little master for saving your life, thank you little master for saving your life!" ”

"Thank you for saving your life, thank you for saving your life." The young couple also knelt down with each other, respectful and grateful.

Before, they didn't know why the little monk who had been chatting with them suddenly wanted to snatch their child, and it wasn't until the moment the flash flood came that they suddenly realized.

It turned out that he was actually trying to save them.

If it weren't for him to save him, I'm afraid that all of them would have to die here today.