In the midst of the whirring sound, the heavy sword in Watson's hand was no longer as heavy as a mountain peak, but instead struck out with the momentum of a sword to catch up, although it was not as fast as the speed with which he slashed out with the iron sword in the canyon.
But no matter from the momentum or the Demon-Conquering Sword itself, there is a pressure to slash forward!
He only heard two soft sounds in his ears, and a pool of dirty blood fell not far away.
The Demon-Conquering Sword finally cut down the oncoming black mist with boundless momentum.
Although Watson came with a horizontal slash in the Sword Technique of Subduing Demons, he slashed down in an arc.
Watson stared at the other black mist that was about to rush forward, and rushed out with a roar. When his strength was not enough, he slashed out with a sword to cut the snow!
"Woo!" Amidst the sound, the black mist let out a low groan, dispersed from it in an instant, and surrounded Watson.
When Watson saw it, his scalp was numb with fear.
After experiencing the painful lesson of the calamity last night, how could he dare to let this black mist entangle him again? After cutting off the black mist on the left, what should I do with the one on the left?
Watson wanted to avoid the oncoming black fog, but unexpectedly his foot slipped and he fell heavily to the ground. Unfortunately, the black fog that rushed up also spread to Watson on the ground.
"Woo!" Amidst the sound, the ghost in the black mist cheered, whimpered, and rushed towards Hua Shang who fell on the ground.
God's calculation is not as good as man's calculation. This is Watson's thought at this time.
Between life and death, he blocked the demon-conquering sword in his hand on his chest, gathered all his strength with both hands, and swung the sword to cut the snow.
With a bang, a sharp sword light from the Demon-Conquering Sword rose from Watson's chest, like a mysterious flame slashing towards the diffuse black mist.
Amidst the whining sound, the sword energy struck the black mist, and immediately a line of dirty blood spattered out, and a line of green smoke slowly rose in front of Watson's eyes.
However, Watson, who fell to the ground, did not know that the ghost that rushed towards him had been chopped down by him.
In desperation, he swung the Demon-Conquering Sword in his hand and slashed into the air desperately.
One sword, two swords, three swords... Watson who fell to the ground didn't know how many swords he had struck, and there was no more whining and whimpering around him.
Seeing the blood on the ground, Watson lay beside the incense burner and vomited desperately.
This is not hunting in the mountains, this is slaying demons in the abyss. If you are not careful, your life will be buried here in minutes.
On this day, Watson, who had exhausted all his energy, did not dare to stay in the tomb anymore. After getting up from the ground, he ran away in the direction he came from.
For Watson, who wants to be strong, today's battle is a shame.
Just to clear out all the demons here alive, he had to withdraw from the battlefield early. Fortunately, there were still nine days left, so everything should be in time.
Dragging his exhausted body, Watson returned to the grass outside the tomb and lay down under the mountain spring to rinse his mouth.
In an instant, he almost died. Touching a deep mark on his arm, he couldn't help but smile bitterly.
It seems that even if he is already in the golden elixir realm, he will still be in a hurry with the demon-conquering sword in his hand.
Although he also knew that this was because he was timid when facing the ghosts in the abyss. If it were a beast in the mountains, he would definitely not be in such a mess.
Today is no better than yesterday. Yesterday, he was not injured. Today, his flesh was deeply visible, and the pain made him grin and scream.
He didn't even know how the black mist scratched him, and he even forgot the pain in his panic.
He found the brocade bag that his master had prepared for him, found the golden healing medicine from it, applied it on the wound, then gritted his teeth and wrapped the wound with a piece of cloth from his torn clothes.
I'm afraid he won't be able to trouble those ghosts anymore today. He has to heal his wounds before coming back.
Lying on the grass, Watson was summarizing today's lessons.
There was no mistake in the tactics, but there was a major mistake. Fortunately, he fell to the ground in the end and escaped the fatal blow of the ghost in the black mist.
Next time, I'm afraid I won't be able to face two black fogs at the same time. If I can't fight them, I'll run, and if I can't run, I'll hide.
After drinking spring water to wash away all the distracting thoughts and stains, he opened the package and ate the dry food prepared by his master. What he didn't expect was that his master also prepared some dried meat for him.
After thinking about it, I guess it was brought back from the town by the guests who came to the temple to offer incense.
Staying alive is the most important thing, so that you have the opportunity to conquer more demons.
It was only the first level now, and there were countless demons waiting for him below.
Taking out a pot of wine that his sister bought from the bottom of the mountain, Watson looked at the scorching sun in the sky and couldn't help but smile bitterly.
Fortunately, he learned to take care of himself when he was very young, otherwise he would have died countless times.
After drinking a glass of wine, Watson climbed to the bottom of the cliff on the stone wall and lay down. It was sheltered from the wind and rain and was his safe place.
Looking at the ancient trees around him, he murmured: "Senior, can you give me a spiritual medicine to save my life tonight?"
Conquering demons and slaying demons is extremely tiring.
He hoped that tonight, he could see the little monk from last night, the Vajra Abbot on Wentian Peak.
...
There is no sun or moon in the mountains, even less so under the abyss.
When Watson opened his eyes and woke up from the pain of the wounds on his body, he realized that the sun had set without knowing when.
The little monk was sitting quietly in front of him.
When Watson saw it, he couldn't help shouting: "Senior, are all the ghosts here trying to kill me? Look at the wounds all over my body."
After saying that, he climbed up from the stone slab and took the small stove nearby to boil water.
The little monk shook his head, looked at him and said, "See for yourself, you spent half your life just killing a few ghosts, and you have the nerve to cry to me?!"
Watson sighed, pointed to the teapot in front of him and asked, "Would you like a cup of tea?"
The little monk shook his head and cursed with surprise: "I don't know how your master taught you. Don't you know how to respect the elderly and love children?"
While washing the tea pot, Watson carefully poured two cups of tea and tried to ask: "My wound is a bit deep. I'm afraid I won't be able to go in and fight tomorrow."
In his opinion, he had neither a panacea nor a bathtub, so how could he temper his body under this abyss?
If he rested for two or three more days before fighting the ghosts inside, ten days would not be enough?
The little monk replied calmly: "You didn't let them bite you? Are you afraid that you will become a ghost?"
Watson laughed when he heard this and said, "If I bite it, will it turn into a ghost? Aren't I afraid of wasting time?"
The little monk took his arm, looked at it, and said, "It's okay. You won't miss those few days of work. Anyway, this will be your territory from now on. You can take your time and play with it."
Watson shook his head and said, "Senior, how about giving me a magical elixir, or can I go to the bottom of the valley and look for it myself tomorrow?"
"You didn't do your job well. I'd rather ask for my wages first. There are a lot of elixirs in this valley. You can go find them yourself."
The young monk said calmly: "It's just that the elixir is not easy to grow, so you'd better leave some descendants behind."
...
The bored little monk sat with a cup of tea and chatted with Watson.
Watson thought about today's scene and asked with a wry smile: "I used the Demon-Conquering Sword today, but those ghosts are still not afraid of me? What's going on?"
Is it because my realm is not enough?
Or is it that the current Demon-Conquering Sword has fallen asleep and will have to reach a higher level to unleash its power?
In that case, how long will it take for me to clear the first layer?
Watson felt that the little monk in front of him finally wanted to give him an explanation.
The wound on the arm is probably not going to heal in a few days, and even if he manages to get in, it won't be strong enough.
When the young monk heard this, he looked at him with disgust and smiled: "You are afraid before you go in. Even if you hold the divine sword, you can't beat them!"
"You are more ruthless than the sword and more fierce than them. Release your Buddhist aura, so that when they smell your aura, they will want to run away for their lives, instead of coming to think of eating you!"
At this moment, Watson, in the eyes of the little monk, looked like he hated iron but could not become steel.
In his opinion, if it had been him back then, the monsters here would have been wiped out with just one sword, unlike Watson who was scared half to death.
Watson was stunned for a moment, shook his head and said, "There's nothing I can do about it. I'm born with a fear of the dark. I'm afraid it took a lot of time to change."
The little monk wasn't angry either. He took a sip of tea and said quietly: "There's nothing you can do about it. It seems you can only overcome it slowly. I'm still waiting for you to help me find the treasure that can repair the restriction?"
Hua Wen was stunned and blurted out: "What kind of treasure do you need? Does my master have it?"
"What's the rush? There's no point telling you now."
The little monk shook his head and said quietly: "After you solve the trouble on the first floor, I will tell you that I won't be able to stay here for long..."
Upon hearing this, Watson said regretfully: "Is it possible that Senior is leaving here? If I encounter trouble in the future, where will I go to ask you for advice?"
The little old Shang sighed and replied leisurely: "I have been waiting here for a thousand years, and now it is your task. At most, I will just make up for the restriction..."
Although Watson didn't quite understand, he would go crazy when he thought that the abbot had stayed here for a thousand years, not to mention a thousand years, even if he stayed here for just one year.
That night, the two of them did not discuss how Watson would face the devil under the abyss. The Demon-Conquering Sword was already in Watson's hand, and he had already learned a sword skill...
All that's left is for Watson to fight the endless darkness alone.
In the young monk's opinion, even if he wanted to tell Hua some important things, it was not the time now.
Perhaps, when Watson clears the first level and has the cultivation level of the middle stage of Jindan, he will be more courageous and be able to deal with the next crisis.
Watson thought that the young monk would leave soon, and was a little at a loss for the moment.
Because he didn't know whether the young monk at the moment was a soul body or the abbot master had been reincarnated, and both of these were too mysterious to him.
After thinking again and again, he couldn't help but ask: "Senior, are you reincarnating? Or are you ascending?"
The little monk was stunned. He didn't expect Watson to ask him this question.
Looking at Watson's dazed look, I couldn't help but laugh: "I died with the leader of the devil a thousand years ago, and his immortal demon spirit was suppressed by me under the abyss."
"As for me, if I wasn't worried about these demons rushing out of the abyss, I would have entered reincarnation long ago..."
In the end, the little monk did not answer Watson's question directly.
After hearing the general idea, Watson just understood that the time had come when the little monk transformed by the abbot had to leave.
Perhaps, you really have to face the next days alone.
Thinking of this, Watson couldn't help but ask: "Senior, my cultivation level is so low, how can I fight against the demon spirits under the abyss? Let alone destroy them."
The young monk shook his head: "If you find the sealing object for me, this magic circle can still last for a thousand years. You will have plenty of time to fulfill my unfulfilled wish back then."
Watson was startled when he heard this and blurted out: "In this case, wouldn't this junior have to spend the next years with these demons?"
The young monk glared at him and said quietly: "Ask the world, where can you find such an excellent place for cultivation?"
Watson sighed: "It's also a fatal place."
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