"Woo!" The zombies roared in the abyss.
It took Watson thirteen days to finally clean up the ghosts on the first layer of the abyss, and no more black mist could be found.
Originally, he planned to rest for a day and listen to the young monk's arrangements. However, after waiting for half an hour, Watson did not see the young monk, so he simply dove into the second floor.
It turns out that the second level of passage is at the stone wall where he fell in last time.
Like the White Pagoda on Wentian Peak, six simple Buddhist sutras are also carved on the stone wall. As Watson chants, a passage appears.
"Roar." A man jumped up and rushed towards Watson. Watson stepped on the ground and jumped into the air, heading straight for the zombie.
Watson, who was leaping in the air, grasped the demon-conquering figurine tightly and struck out with a sword, as powerful as thunder and as fast as the wind.
There was a loud noise, and Watson and the zombies, who both rushed into the air, collided with each other!
Almost at the same time, a gust of wind blew by, and an afterimage grabbed his neck.
Watson waved his left arm to block the zombie's claws and flew out upside down.
The zombie jumped in the air, and when he saw Watson running away, he slashed out his hands like sharp blades. His arms seemed to turn into two sharp swords, glowing with darkness.
With a pop, a wound appeared on Watson's arm. If he hadn't retreated quickly, he would have been directly grabbed by the zombie on his chest.
The zombies on the second floor smelled blood, which further aroused their bloodthirsty nature, and continued to chase Watson.
"Why are you so hateful!" Watson frowned, feeling the danger.
Because he felt a few zombies running toward where he was in the dark, and he wanted to fight them quickly!
Seeing the zombies getting closer and closer to him, the hand holding the sword became tighter and tighter, and all the energy in his body surged in an instant.
Looking at the zombies rushing towards him, Watson didn't panic at all.
With his feet on the ground, he stood calmly, but a dark wind brought by the zombies rushed towards him, causing his black shirt to dance up and down.
The zombie was very fast and rushed in front of Watson almost instantly.
"Woo!", the zombie cheered to his companions, he was going to chop Watson in the palm of his hand!
At this time, black mist suddenly filled the abyss, suddenly covering Watson's torch inserted on the stone wall, and even the light of the fluorite on the dome was dimmed instantly!
Watson didn't dare to pause at all! When the zombies pounced on Watson, he roared and then slashed with his sword!
Chasing the wind with one sword!
The swordsmanship that has been honed countless times in the wind and snow, the swordsmanship that has gone through countless life and death struggles on the abyss level, is irresistible!
It's just that the zombies that rushed towards him ignored his sword and saw only a flash of dark light.
After that, a black light appeared on Watson's neck, less than three inches away.
These are the sharp claws of a zombie. The black awn-like claws have touched Watson's skin and will tear Watson's throat out in the next moment!
Poof!
A ray of sword light actually passed through the zombie's neck. In the moment of life and death, Watson struggled to get hurt, and the Demon-Conquering Sword turned into a thorn. Before the zombie tore his own throat, the sword passed through it!
The zombie paused in the air for a moment. It didn't expect that its invincible claws would be broken by Watson. Its pupils shrank involuntarily, and without hesitation, it grabbed Watson's chest.
Even if he fights to the death, the zombies will hurt Watson right in front of him!
Watson was so shocked that he didn't bother to decapitate the zombie anymore, but kicked the zombie. The moment the claws pierced his chest, he flew backwards.
A stream of dirty blood spurted out from the zombie's neck!
However, the zombie's weird hands stretched out a lot at this moment, and instantly entangled Watson's demon-conquering sword, making him unable to cut the sword again!
Watson was so frightened that he had to punch out and go towards the zombies. He didn't dare to be entangled by the zombies, which would only lead to death. He had already heard the footsteps of the zombies!
The injured zombie raised his dark palm and punched Watson.
A skinny and fleshy hand, but like steel, hit Watson's left arm hard. Watson let out a cry of pain and flew out again!
Although this punch hurt him, it also opened the distance between him and the zombies!
However, just such a seemingly skinny palm actually blocked Watson's powerful physical power, and exploded with powerful force, blasting Watson away.
Watson, who was still in the air, flew out backwards, but he didn't dare to let go of his hand holding the Demon-Conquering Sword tightly.
Fortunately, he struggled to get injured and broke free from the claws of the zombie wrapped around the Demon-Conquering Sword. He flew out of the zombie attack range like a dead leaf.
Watching the dirty blood spurting out from the zombie's neck silently, Watson's throat felt sweet.
A mouthful of blood spurted out, and he suffered a lot of internal injuries as he faced the zombie in the Nascent Soul Realm.
The zombies under the abyss have existed for thousands of years, and their bodies are like stainless steel mountains. They are not something Watson can break at the moment. In order to escape, Watson had to punch the injured zombies.
And Watson's timing of punching was perfect, just when the zombie was about to grab his chest!
At this time, the zombies could not change their moves at all, and the zombies that were seriously injured were also a little more fragile. Watson did not take advantage at all, but suffered a big loss.
Woohoo! The seriously injured zombie is asking for help from his companions.
Watson couldn't let the subsequent zombies merge with the guy in front of him. Watson was angry.
At this moment, Watson jumped into the air again, and the Demon-Conquering Sword in his hand turned into a gust of wind and struck the wound on the zombie's neck with a swift sword!
The zombie, whose neck was clearly still spewing blood, seemed to be unaware of the pain and still pounced on Watson.
Watson rushed forward, and the zombies rushed towards Watson.
In just an instant, Watson has closed the distance to the zombies. If he moves forward, he will collide with the zombies. At the moment, his body is worse than the zombies!
So he had to draw his sword!
Watson, who was in mid-air, couldn't execute the Chasing Feng sword, so he had no choice but to slash across with his sword!
Cut the snow with one sword!
The short training time is Watson's biggest flaw. Even if he cultivates the formless body, he cannot make up for this flaw.
However, he continued to practice desperately. He wanted to shorten the gap between his cultivation, swordsmanship and strength!
These days, he has been fighting almost every day, fighting under the abyss every day, and hanging on by a thread is a common thing for Watson.
Although he couldn't cut off the zombie's head with one sword, the zombie in front of him had been seriously injured, and the seriously injured zombie was no longer his opponent.
Therefore, his sword cut through the snow as swiftly and swiftly as the wind!
With this sword, he could take down the zombies in front of him no matter what. Otherwise, once he was surrounded by two or more zombies, he would fall into a passive situation.
Time has only passed for one breath, and the demon-conquering sword in Watson's hand has already cut the snow with one sword before the zombie's claws hit his chest!
A huge head flew past his eyes, and Watson turned sideways to avoid the zombie's body.
As the zombie fell heavily to the ground, Watson wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and clenched the Demon Sword in his hand.
Faced head-on, he defeated the vicious zombies with great courage.
Before the zombies pounced on him in the darkness, Huisheng took out the wine bottle and took a sip, then squirted it out in one gulp to get rid of the foul smell in his mouth.
After taking a sip of wine and looking at the zombies running not far away, Watson coldly put away the wine bottle and tightened his grip on the Demon-Conquering Sword.
Although he is not in a hurry to clear out the zombies on the second floor, he still wants to challenge his limits here.
Looking at the zombies rushing towards them from the darkness, with the green light flowing in front of them, Watson felt an impulse surge in his heart, and said coldly: "Beat one more, and I'll go back."
However, before the zombies could rush up to fight him, the little monk waved his hand and took Watson away from the second level of the tomb under the abyss.
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Back on the stone flat at the bottom of the valley, Watson has not yet recovered from the killing under the abyss.
A little closer, it was a sword slashing at the young monk behind him.
"You spent so much effort to kill a zombie. You may not be able to clean up the zombies on the second floor in five years. Do you still want to practice?"
"The First Minister of the Ming Dynasty"
After speaking, he pointed to the stove on the table and said, "Heat the water and make tea. I'll talk to you about business."
Watson still had a look of unwillingness on his face just now. After hearing this, he quickly asked: "Senior, let me tell you, what should I do next?!"
"Drink a cup of tea first." The young monk laughed.
When Watson saw it, he lit a fire and boiled water while complaining: "Senior, you should let me kill a few more zombies, I'm getting excited!"
"You're overthinking it. That guy just now is at the middle stage of Nascent Soul. You're afraid you won't be able to kill him and will be killed instead."
The young monk said with great disgust: "Unless you break through the fourth level of the Wuxi Dharmakaya, don't go down and fight the zombies. It's meaningless."
Watson was stunned, thinking that he had just risked his life to kill a zombie, and couldn't help but feel a little discouraged. He thought that if two powerful guys really came at the same time, he would have no choice but to run away.
"Okay, then I'm going to pick a spiritual medicine and see if I can break through to the fourth level of the physical body."
Watson smiled as he washed the tea in the pot and waited for the water to boil to pour a cup of hot tea for the two of them.
On a snowy day, instead of fighting zombies, sitting down and drinking a cup of spiritual tea is what Watson will live every month from now on.
When he said this, his mind was agitated, and he couldn't help coughing twice, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood in an instant.
He sighed leisurely and said with a wry smile: "This disciple's strength is still a little weak. I just punched that guy and that's it."
Obviously, Watson is not only depressed, but also somewhat unwilling.
I have been practicing hard for so long, and I have been fighting the demons under the abyss these days, but in the end I couldn't even defeat a zombie.
This was a deep blow to him.
The little monk sighed and said quietly: "Now you know how weak you are, right? Those on the first level only make you uneasy, but the guys on the second level will kill you."
Watson nodded and turned back, poured him a cup of hot tea, and then asked quietly: "The first floor has been cleared. Next, can you tell me what I need to repair the formation?"
He was already prepared. No matter what weird request the little monk made, he would try to find the treasure to repair the formation.
Because he knew that the treasure was of no use to him, let alone the little monk who was about to leave this world.
Everything is just to seal this place safely for another hundred years, waiting for him to reach the height that the young monk expected, and then to fight against the demons under the abyss.
The little monk held the spiritual tea in his hand, blew gently, and said quietly: "If I say that what you need is something from heaven, will it scare you?"
Watson shook his head, looked at the piece of spiritual tea at the bottom of the cup in front of him and said, "No, if it were so easy to retrieve, there would be no need to wait a thousand years."
The little monk thought to himself that you are really a smart child.
After drinking half a cup of spiritual tea, the young monk who put down the tea cup slowly frowned as he looked at Watson.
Said: "Nine-color sacred soil, sky-mending stone, and meteorite. You only need to find one of the three."
