Next, Watson did not go to the snow to practice his sword again. He had to seriously think about his feelings towards the snowflakes and the environment.
When he finally repaired the loopholes in his Dantian with Buddhist mental techniques, he worked hard every day to cultivate and temper his body with elixirs, until he finally succeeded in building the foundation.
When he started to climb Wentian Peak, there was nothing else in his heart except the three thousand stone steps. In the end, he even took his sister to practice on the long stone steps.
Just like he practiced his sword in the canyon.
Thinking back to the time after practicing hard for several days and finally cutting off a branch in the strong wind with one sword, how could the joy of it be known to outsiders?
Being chased around by a group of ghosts under the abyss, I tried my best to think of how to destroy these guys.
Looking at the falling snow in the sky, he thought to himself: "Even those killers couldn't kill me, how can I be afraid of the demons under the abyss?"
As long as I am alive, there is hope.
As long as there is hope, there is no reason to despair.
I don't know when he started to compare the dozen Nascent Soul Realm killers in the mountains with the zombies in the abyss, because he was still at the Golden Core Realm at the moment.
In the dead of night, Watson lay on the bed with his eyes open and looked at the stone wall above his head, thinking about whether he should try it on the first floor tomorrow, and couldn't help but be eager to try it.
After all, he had suffered so much and was almost assassinated by those killers on the mountain road.
As long as you can master the sword technique of subduing demons, you will definitely be able to surpass the vast majority of monks in the world. After all, even your master and uncle have not been able to practice the sword technique of subduing demons.
"Since I have suffered so much and even killed a few zombies under the abyss, I believe God will give me more opportunities, right?"
After understanding this truth, Watson hugged the quilt and fell asleep.
...
"Woo!" Voices sounded everywhere, making Watson, who had been calm for many days, feel terrified again.
Without saying hello to the little monk, Watson rushed into the abyss today.
After resting long enough, although the wound on his left arm had not fully recovered, he still rushed into the abyss.
One after another, black mist rushed toward him, roaring in the air.
Watson had to cheer up and slashed out with the demon-conquering sword again and again!
A sword pierced into a black mist, like a hole in the air. The difference was that there was dirty blood dripping down from this hole, proving that the Demon-Conquering Sword has absolute lethality against the ghosts here!
So Watson dodges and jumps! Draw your sword at the same time!
As long as the black mist doesn't rush in, he will have a chance to draw his sword.
Watson was forced to rush into the darkness, his body was like an ape, and his sword was like a strong wind. For a time, the aura of the ghosts became more and more intense.
This was a real actual battle, not a competition between him and the little monk, Watson reminded himself again and again.
Four or five lines of black mist came around the incense burner, chasing Watson. Watson could only use the huge incense burner to look for opportunities to draw his sword while running.
The black mist is faster than him. If he hesitates even a little, his life will be in danger if he gets entangled. There is no chance at all.
The black mist now tests Watson's will and endurance to fight, as well as the courage to draw a sword!
Just like his fight on the mountain road, facing two or three Nascent Soul Realm killers, he was fearless in the jungle with swords.
It's just that the black mist under the abyss, if it exceeds six realms, will be a ferocious monster. He cannot defeat it with one person and one sword. Faced with the fight of this ferocious black mist, Watson is fighting alone.
Not only is his courage tested, but his strength and luck as well.
This was not the first time that Watson fought against the black mist, and he was a little uncomfortable at first. When he used his sword like the wind, cutting down the black mist and sending out a stream of blue smoke, he finally overcame his fear.
The next step is to draw the sword, dodge the black mist attack along the incense burner, and use sharp swordsmanship to cut down the black mist that comes up.
An hour had passed since he came in. Watson felt the black mist disappearing under his sword. Every time he cut down a piece of black mist, his consciousness became more acute.
Just like the demon-conquering sword in the hand, it will swallow the black mist in an instant.
However, the black fog under the abyss seems to be unconscious. As long as it smells Watson's breath, it will rush towards him with all its strength, just like the zombies on the second floor.
And when it rushes over, the roar alone is enough to make people's livers and gallbladders burst with fear.
What are monks most afraid of?
If you ask Watson, he will definitely say that he is afraid of snakes, ghosts, and zombies! He is naturally afraid of any unknown danger hidden in the darkness.
Although Watson was physically strong after cultivating the formless body, even much stronger than ordinary Yuanying realm monks, the dangers under the abyss were constant, and the black mist never stopped at all.
If it weren't for the Demon-Conquering Sword in his hand, which had the soul-suppressing power on it, or if he hadn't practiced the Wind Sword in Icewind Valley, I don't know how many times he would have died.
Just when he was about to leave the incense burner and fight against the approaching black mist, a breeze swept him and took him away from the first layer of the tomb in the abyss.
Lying in the snow at the bottom of the valley, Watson looked at the little monk for a long time and was speechless, so he had to gasp for air.
Even so, there were scars everywhere on his hands and neck.
"Today was good. You should have killed no less than a hundred ghosts that turned into black mist. Let's continue tomorrow."
The young monk sitting on the stone platform looked at him and asked quietly: "Where is your fire? Didn't you learn to use that divine fire?"
From the young monk's point of view, how could he not use his current abilities and be chased desperately by a bunch of ghosts?
Watson was stunned when he heard this, and replied blankly: "I was so anxious that I forgot about it."
…
The next day, Watson, who had regained his energy, came again.
Fortunately, he had already seen the hope of the fourth level of the formless dharma body, and his physical recovery power was extremely strong. He did not use elixirs to temper the small wounds on his body, and he almost recovered by the next day.
Today he was going to try using flames and the Demon-Conquering Sword to see if he could cut down more black mist.
Woohoo!
Just when Watson was slightly distracted thinking about the flames, a black mist suddenly appeared in his eyes like a demonic wind, like a ghost suddenly rising from the netherworld, which startled him.
Watson felt the hairs on his neck stand up in an instant, and watched helplessly as the black mist rushed towards his face, but the Demon-Conquering Sword in his hand had no time to react.
At this critical moment, a golden flaming sword suddenly shot out of his eyes, penetrated the clouds and fog, and struck into the black fog, saving Watson's crisis.
Amidst the whining and shrill shouting, there was a burning smell in the air. Watson almost vomited after smelling it in his nose.
The golden flame first burned in the air, drifted and burned with the black mist, and finally fell to the ground and burned quietly, instantly illuminating the dark abyss.
This time, the ghosts in Huawei's black mist finally stopped being as showy as yesterday and joined forces to chase Watson.
When Watson saw that the flames were effective, he naturally chased after the black mist and slashed at it. As a result, the black mist dispersed like a tide, leaving a pile of corpses behind under the double attack of flames and the demon-conquering sword.
On this day, Watson didn't know how many monsters he killed, and he didn't chase them with all his strength, because he sadly discovered that his flaming sword stopped working after just using it twice.
Perhaps those ghosts were suddenly frightened by Watson's fire sculpture and did not fight back immediately after Watson stopped his attack.
With no further benefit in sight, Watson had to quietly withdraw from the abyss.
Come again tomorrow!
Back on the stone flat at the bottom of the valley, Watson frowned at the young monk and said with a grimace, "Senior, why did your flame disappear after only being used twice?"
The young monk looked at him with disgust and replied: "Do you think that flame is cabbage? What kind of cultivation level do you have now? It's pretty good to be able to use it twice a day."
After thinking for a while, he corrected: "Be careful in the future and don't use it casually until you are in danger. This is a sharp weapon you can use to save your life."
After Watson finished listening, he thought he would be invincible just now, but now he has no chance.
It seems that I will have to continue fighting these ghosts with the Demon Sword tomorrow.
He didn't even have the energy to argue, he just wanted to have a good sleep.
…
On the third day, Watson took the initiative to leave the incense burner in the center of the square for the first time and rushed towards the black mist hiding in the corner.
After being frightened by these guys for so long, he was about to turn around.
Woohoo!
The black mist rose up in an unknown corner, and suddenly two black mist appeared in front of his eyes. The black mist that attacked and killed Watson today changed its form, becoming a pincer attack in tandem.
Just when Watson was startled, a gust of wind came, but it was an even bigger black mist. This was a ghost that had been fogged by Watson a long time ago.
As soon as Watson was in a bad situation, he quickly turned around and ran back!
However, three black mists have already formed a siege on Watson. How can he break through again?
Seeing that the black mist was about to hit him, Watson suddenly took a desperate step forward and rushed out three feet away. He jumped with all his strength in mid-air and slashed out the Demon-Conquering Sword in his hand instantly!
But the largest black mist suddenly let out a whining scream in the air. Watson felt as if his soul was being sucked into the black mist, and his hands and feet were suddenly unable to move.
Fortunately, he hadn't used the divine fire in his eyes today, but at the moment when three black mists pounced on his chest and back from different directions...
My mind suddenly became clear, and my eyes were like divine light moving from left to right, then back...
Hoo ho ho!
Although Watson could not move his hands and feet, the fire from his eyes was so fast that only shadows remained. In an instant, the flames turned into swords and slashed at the three black mist that rushed towards him.
woo woo woo woo!
Watson's eyes flashed as blazing flames shrouded the sky in black mist. Everything around him could not be seen clearly, only the burning flames remained!
At the moment when the flames started burning, the pressure in Watson's eyes suddenly relaxed. With a movement of his body, he had already swept away the chartered car that was three feet away. After a few ups and downs, he was far away from the black mist.
There were only golden flames burning in the air before his eyes, and then they gradually fell to the ground, and then there was a burning smell.
This time, Watson smelled the strong stench and finally couldn't help but vomited.
Watson, who was lying on the ground, didn't know that he had killed the biggest evil spirit in the first abyss. After vomiting, he had to give up his desperate decision.
The future is long, let’s fight again tomorrow!
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On the fourth day, after Watson had regained his strength, he entered the first abyss again!
He felt that the several life-and-death fights and actual battles he had experienced in the past few days were more fulfilling than fighting the killer in Icewind Valley or on the mountain road.
Sure enough, the black fogs who had lost their leader in the abyss suddenly roared and rushed over after smelling Watson's breath.
On this day, Watson didn't know how many black mists he killed until he was swept up by a young monk and taken away from the abyss by a breeze.
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The fifth day, the sixth day...the tenth day.
Watson has fallen into crazy practice, spending half a day chasing the black mist in the abyss and killing them, and another half day practicing swordsmanship in the snow.
He couldn't cut down the snowflakes yet, but his sword speed doubled.
The young monk sitting on the stone platform looked at him and said calmly: "You have been practicing the sword technique of subduing demons for so long, and you have a little bit of the intention to chase the wind."
In the snow, Huasheng slashed out a sword in an instant, and saw a flaming sword energy slashing towards the young monk.
