There was a dizzy spell, and his vision went dark. Watson felt that his body had left the top of Wentian Peak. He felt weightless for a while, and he didn't know where he was.
This was the first time he felt like he was falling into an abyss.
He also knew that he was heading towards the abyss under Wentian Peak.
I don't know how much time passed, but my feet finally felt like they were stepping on the soil. I took a deep breath, waved the torch in my hand, took out the torch prepared by the master and lit it.
Under the light of the fire, the eyes gradually became brighter, but dots of fluorite on the stone wall were activated by torches, illuminating everything in front of them.
Even so, he could only see clearly the five feet in front of him.
Before he could take out the iron sword, suddenly there was a dark wind blowing in his face, which scared him so much that he screamed and twisted and ran back.
Watson cried secretly, I'm not ready yet, and you pounced on me in a hurry. Are you trying to kill me?
Just as he was retreating, another faint whimpering sound came from the front.
Watson held the torch with one hand and the iron sword in his hand with the other. He slashed horizontally in the direction of the dark wind. This was the sword chasing the wind that he had just learned.
I heard the sword energy slashing through, and a shrill scream. There was no blood and nothing fell on the ground.
Is this a ghost or a zombie?
Watson was startled again by his own thoughts, turned around and continued running back.
The whining sound in the wind seemed to smell his scent, and it screamed even more excitedly.
There was another gust of wind, chasing Watson in the direction of his escape.
Watson, who ran all the way, ran to the place where he had just fallen, looking at the dark dome above his head, but didn't know how to leave.
He had asked questions on the Three Thousand Stone Steps before and had fought for his life in Icewind Dale, but this was the first time he encountered whether these were zombies or ghosts...
In a hurry, there was no place to hide.
Xin Dao didn't know what secrets were hidden under the abyss besides the demons, so he just wanted to find a safe place to regain his senses first.
Everything in front of him was too scary, and he held the iron sword in his hand tighter.
Looking at the dim surroundings, he said coldly: "My dignified Buddhist disciple, who is carrying the sword to subjugate demons, how can he be afraid of you, who has been dead for countless years?!"
Roaring angrily, he didn't care about any moves at the moment, thinking about that sword chasing the wind!
Condensing all the power into his right arm, in the moment when the evil wind rushed up, the iron sword slashed out and struck the void.
Just hearing the sound of "whirring", the iron sword struck the void and made a strange sound.
The iron sword was like cutting on cotton, or like it was hitting something, but there was no blood splashing on the ground, which made him feel helpless and fearful.
What is in front of me is not a zombie, but something like a spirit.
Watson was angry and held the iron sword in his hand tighter.
Sensing the things flying around in the darkness, he roared: "What kind of monsters and demons are there? Just let them come! How can I be afraid of you?"
However, when he tried to take a few steps forward again, he realized that the situation was not as easy as he thought.
This time, a gust of wind blew by, and four or five strands of energy rushed towards him from different directions, completely ignoring the iron sword in his hand.
In the midst of the swishing sound, before he could slash out his sword to chase the wind, he felt something pass through his chest!
Watson was so frightened that he wanted to scream, then he realized...
He couldn't even shout out. Even the energy in his Dantian couldn't move for an instant, as if it was frozen in the air. Even the iron sword in his hand couldn't be moved out!
"Ghost!" Watson was so frightened that he wanted to scream but couldn't.
Don't talk about killing monsters with a sword, right now he doesn't even have the ability to hurt his opponent.
What the hell is this? You must know that Watson's demon-conquering swordsmanship is full of murderous intent. He has practiced it for at least a whole summer!
However, just after entering the abyss, the unknown monster in front of him had no effect at all.
After a while, when he regained his physical activity, he was so frightened that he ran wildly, shouting: "Let me go, master, come and save me!"
However, the monster under the abyss obviously cannot speak.
Although Watson is at the peak of foundation building strength, this is an abyss, and he can't run as fast as the monsters here.
Before he could run ten feet away, another wave of cold air hit him.
Seeing that there was no way to escape, Watson had no choice but to turn around, hold the iron sword and shout: "I will fight with you!"
At this moment, Watson was so frightened that he couldn't even think about whether to use his sword to chase the wind or cut the snow. He just subconsciously raised his sword and swung it...
The inadvertent sword strike did not strike the wind, nor did it strike the snow. It was just a cold light condensed with the formless body that flashed through the air...
The sword was as fast as lightning, like a meteor streaking across the sky in the dark night, cutting out a faint golden light in the darkness.
There was no blood splashing, and the surrounding air seemed to pause for a moment, and then there was a hissing sound in the darkness. This time, there was no strange scream.
Smelling the faint traces of burning in the air, Watson was stunned and speechless for a moment? What's happening here? Are these ghosts afraid that their Buddhist skills will fail?
Even so, Watson still didn't dare to stop and could only run and slash out, because the moment the monster passed through his chest just now, he felt the breath of death.
I thought that it was indeed a monster that had been hungry for a thousand years, and it pounced on me not even a quarter of an hour after I got down.
As he was running, he still didn't know whether the two cold air that passed through his chest just now had hurt him, but he never wanted to try it again.
After a lot of effort, Watson turned around in the darkness no matter how many times, let alone slashed with many swords, and finally found a huge stone sculpture under his tentacles.
He held up the torch in his hand and took a look. Well, it turned out that this was an incense burner.
He lay on the edge and breathed hard for a while, then stretched out his hand and inserted the torch on the incense burner.
This was much more strenuous than climbing the three thousand stone steps and practicing swordplay in the canyon. The key was the fear in his heart.
This is his innate fear of the dark and unknown.
He slid to the ground and sat down along the furnace. He took out the kettle and took a big sip, looking at the fluorite that was gradually getting brighter. Finally calmed down the fear in my heart.
It turned out that the abyss he was in was surrounded by black stone walls. Although he didn't know how hard they were, judging from the fact that they had lasted for thousands of years without collapsing.
Either it is protected by an array, or it is a natural grotto. The dome is also black, but it is inlaid with a lot of fluorite.
Could it be that the predecessors who built this abyss tomb back then still thought that someone would come here to slay demons in a thousand years?
Or is it that after the predecessors suppressed these monsters thousands of years ago, they were already unable to do what they wanted?
Under the abyss, no matter how loud he shouted, Master might not be able to hear him.
Otherwise, there is no need to wait for him to come here with the Demon-Conquering Sword to slay demons and demons and fight in all directions.
Before he could fully recover, two more low roars came from the distance, as if he was unwilling to let the prey in front of him escape.
What made him feel sick was that this time, several evil winds rushed towards him from all directions.
There are whimpering sounds in the dark wind. If you are walking in the dark, suddenly a woman's cry comes from behind...
Watson thought to himself that it was difficult for him to deal with even one of them, but five or six came at once. They really wanted to kill me.
However, at this time, he no longer knew where to run.
In his opinion, under this strange abyss, no matter where he ran, he was not as safe as sitting by the incense burner.
If my sister and Tantai Xiaoyu saw how embarrassed I was in this business, how would I laugh at myself?
Not to mention Nalan Qiuxue who looked at the sky.
At the moment, he forgot one thing, that is, even the incense burner is not safe here, because there is neither a Buddha nor a burning incense candle.
I saw a whining wind blowing by, and it came three feet in front of him in the blink of an eye, without giving him a chance to think or escape!
Watson instantly felt that his head was going to explode. How could he deal with countless monsters at the same time? If the master must have a way here, how could he be as helpless as himself?
A longing for power spread in Watson's heart, rushing to his body like blood.
He needs more power and a higher realm.
He was leaning on the edge of the incense burner, slashing out his demon-slaying sword while reciting the scriptures about the Formless Dharmakaya loudly.
As the evil wind approached, he finally saw clearly that it was several strands of black mist that were coming toward him... Frightened, the chanting voice unknowingly empowered the power of the second formless body.
With a sound of "Buzz!", a black mist dodged directly in front of him. Under the blessing of Buddhist scriptures, a faint golden light appeared around Watson.
And this faint, seemingly faint golden light is the nemesis of the monsters under the abyss.
It was Watson who slashed out the Demon-Conquering Sword, because the sword was an ordinary mortal sword and did not have the inherent pressure of the Demon-Conquering Sword, so it was not enough to scare these monsters and monsters.
I don't know whether it was because of fear or other reasons, but at the moment Watson just leaned against the incense burner and waved his hand to create a faint sword energy!
Just under the movement of his formless body, under the sound of his chanting sutras, there was a faint golden light.
The black mist rushed up like tigers and wolves, like a torrent in the mountains encountering a huge rock. They bypassed both sides and flew into the darkness with a scream.
Although everything in front of him did not make a hissing sound like the black snake in the cave behind the temple, raising its head and rushing toward him, the ubiquitous black mist made Watson even more frightened.
If he knew where there was a way out at this time, he would definitely escape from this place as soon as possible.
But don't say that his master has passed away. Even the white-bearded old monk has never been under the abyss. No one knows where the way out is.
He didn't even know how long he would have to stay here. For this reason, Liao Chenzai had prepared dry food for his disciples for a month. Even if they were trapped, they would not starve to death here.
Therefore, not knowing that the black mist in front of him was afraid of reciting a Buddhist sutra, Watson had no choice but to strike out with the Zhui Feng sword one after another.
Until he roared and kept slashing with his sword for an unknown amount of time.
Until the torch on the incense burner went out, until the Buddhist sutras he recited gradually became hoarse.
Until he saw a ray of skylight falling from the big tomb under the abyss, until the whining black mist spread toward him again.
Therefore, he knew that he could not wait here any longer. He would only die if he continued here, not to mention that he would be able to kill a few demons and ghosts hidden in the black mist in the end.
Even if he is tired, he can still be exhausted here.
As a result, he instantly gathered all the zhenqi at the peak of foundation building.
In an instant, he stood up from the edge of the incense burner, like a person about to drown, like a lost pedestrian in black clothes.
He ran towards the faint ray of skylight while waving the iron sword in his hand.
The whining dark wind was chasing behind him, just like in his dream: there were countless evil ghosts chasing behind him, the soul-eating evil water was beneath his feet, and there was a ray of dawn calling to him in front of him.
He wants to fight, he wants to survive.
The only hope for survival is to jump out of this dark world, stand under the bright sunshine, and stand in a place where monsters and monsters dare not appear.
In a moment, at the critical moment of life and death, Watson swung his sword and struck at the approaching black mist again!
At this time, he felt that there was no trace of true energy in his Dantian, and he was almost running and crawling towards the ray of skylight.
Finally, this time, under the weak fluorite illumination, he was about to rush to the ray of skylight.
Amidst the whining, Watson, who was running, felt a cold air passing through his chest...
