Flying in the air and leisurely patrolling the water area, Zhang Wenfeng had a trace of worry in his eyes.
It has been three years and four months since he entered the blessed land. The climate here has become more and more severe. The erosion of the Yang evil spirit has dropped by seven to eight feet. The trees on the four small islands have died. Food is insufficient. The temperature is hot and dry. Water birds and other small animals and insects have disappeared. Half of the time, sooner or later there was no longer the noisy and lively atmosphere of three years ago.
The pond water shrunk by about 30%, and the water level dropped by more than five feet.
The stone pillar where he used to stand in the water and recite sutras to the water spirit would soon be exposed for a few inches.
The blue water waves submerged the stone pillars from time to time, and then exposed them again, endlessly.
Everything shows that the blessed land is running towards the end of the road and is irreversible. Even the evil spirits and ghosts in the yellow sand land have no interest in fighting and quarreling with the foreign Taoist priests. They are hiding in their respective underground lairs, and their struggles to adapt have suddenly increased. The Yang evil spirit also has too much time to take care of itself.
No matter whether you fight or not fight, you will die in the end.
It is nothing more than the difference of a few years between dying early and dying later.
If the violent Yang evil energy continues to increase endlessly, they may die first.
It was a year ago that Zhang Wenfeng last broke into a dry land and fought with provocative evil spirits.
That battle was fought in darkness, and the killing was relentless. He used all his magical powers, even the landscape moving talisman at the bottom of the box. His sword energy was full and his killing intent was fierce, just to kill a mean-mouthed man. evil spirits.
Finally, three evil spirits were killed, and all the besieging evil spirits and ghosts were expelled from the dry land.
There are huge pits for miles, and the atmosphere is chaotic.
The outburst of madness, killing and powerful combat power made the evil spirits no longer dare to start the war.
The evil spirits originally thought that they were sure of victory under the ambush from all sides, but they didn't know that the warriors' methods were endless. Except for the swords, the magic weapons were changed one after another. The beasts were so violent that it was obvious that their combat power was about to be exhausted. The protective green light and green The light and yellow light were on the verge of being destroyed. The Taoist priest used magic to open a bottle and swallowed a mouthful of green liquid, returning to life as before.
How else to kill? All the remaining world spirits were terrified. They didn't know how many mouthfuls of that green liquid there were in that bottle?
Zhang Wenfeng was scarred after the war, and the two cassocks and Taoist robes he wore were almost scrapped. He spent more than two months recuperating in the woods on the island, taking a lot of elixirs, and finally recovered. It took another three months to recover. He repaired the mental flaws caused by swallowing the vital essences of various trees.
Before the war started, he prepared for the worst in advance, and used a secret method to collect a mouthful of green liquid wood gas to imprison and prepare.
Don’t fight an unprepared battle, and don’t fight an uncertain battle.
That time he killed without any scruples and ignored the situation, which allowed him to hone his swordsmanship that had not improved for several years and break through to the "human-sword-in-one" sword realm of "fitting with the body", which made his ears clean to this day. It's worth it.
It's just something that devours the vitality and essence of trees. We should do it as little as possible in the future.
The temptation is too great and the hidden dangers are not small.
Zhang Wenfeng landed lightly on the blue-black stone pillar where the water was constantly surging. The cloth shoes under his feet quickly became wet. He did not use Yuan Qi to protect him. He looked around and saw the undulating blue waves. However, more than a year ago, the person who listened to him chanting sutras appeared every day. The water spirit charm that changed form from time to time disappeared and never appeared again.
I don’t know if he is hiding or something happened?
He searched the entire bottom of the water and under the four small islands, and also searched many caves, but no water spirit was found.
The charm just magically appeared and disappeared.
It happened that the evil spirit outside the water was provoking death, and he needed to vent the emotions that had accumulated in his heart for a long time. The two parties hit it off and had a fierce fight.
Slowly walking into the water and sinking about three feet, Zhang Wenfeng recited the "Blessing of Water" as usual. After three times, he pulled out the sword from his waist and silently recited the first chapter of the Tao Sutra. There was an invisible power of thought on his body like water. It slowly spreads outward like ripples.
He waved his sword and practiced the "Luomu Feihua Sword" that he was familiar with every move.
Gradually, I am immersed in the state of "human and sword unity", the sword light changes, the sword energy is silky, like a school of fish turning and moving sharply under the water, gathering together uncertainly, every movement and stillness reveals the nature and mystery of the great road.
He recited sutras and practiced swordplay underwater every day, studied the talismans and classics he collected from Bian Wuguo's storage space in the island cave, meditated to maintain his current cultivation level, drank tea, painted, and interacted with trees in his free time. Dispel the anxiety gradually growing in my heart.
He was waiting and wasting his time. When the water surface dropped to only about four or five feet from the bottom, he believed there would be a last chance.
When almost all the holes in the island's mainstays were exposed, he would explore them one by one and dig three feet into the ground to dig out the missing water spirit Mei from under the water.
The little guy who is transported by water is very likely to be the key to his escape, and he only has this little hope.
So he had to wait patiently for more than three years. The farther back he went, the faster the water surface would drop. He had already concluded this through observation.
The environment will become even worse. At that time, the entire blessed land will become like a dead land. The trees will die, the water birds will disappear, and the fish will be hard to find. He needs to cultivate his mind and character to maintain his mentality and not be in a mess.
The long sword stroked in the blue water, not too fast, just like swinging the sword on the ground a long time ago. The sword light was complicated and gorgeous, and the last sword thrust upward in a "flying style".
The water roared with great force, and the sword light and human figure merged into one and rushed out of the water.
Killing twenty feet away in the air, the sword energy soared into the sky, booming and erupting high in the sky, echoing for a long time.
Zhang Wenfeng flew in the wind out of thin air, his robes were fluttering, he looked like a god, and his face was as calm as ever. His swordsmanship had reached the extreme of the "fitting with the body" sword realm, and he didn't care much about when he would be able to break through.
Finding a way to get out is the top priority right now.
Where there is life, there is hope.
He practiced swordsmanship in order to increase his strength and prevent the world spirits from going crazy and fighting against him.
Standing quietly in the air, he slowly came out of the sword realm feeling. The sun shone on his body, but he didn't feel hot. His eyes suddenly fell on the water near the small island in the east, where there was a slowly forming vortex. The water waves spread in all directions.
With a thought, he rose and fell in the air twice, and reached the top of the water.
The whirlpool was already the size of the mouth of a well, and it was dark and bottomless. Cold air came out, and the sound of water roared, which affected the nearby water surface sharply. The movement gradually became louder.
He used his consciousness to reach down, and just a few feet in, he was thrown out by a strange and irresistible force.
"Third level water method?"
Zhang Wenfeng muttered to himself silently, and he noticed a hint of familiarity.
It was the water spirit that appeared, and it magically reached the third level of cultivation. He thought for a moment, floated up to more than ten feet, and waited quietly. He did not choose to attack the vortex below with his sword at this time.
The water will eventually come out, he is just waiting.
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