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 methods, he practiced hard every day and used elixirs to temper his body, 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 was practicing his sword in the canyon.

When I think of practicing hard for several days and finally cutting off a branch in the strong wind with one sword, how can outsiders know the joy I felt?

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, so how can I be afraid of the demons under the abyss?"

As long as I am alive, there will be hope.

As long as there is hope, there is no reason to despair.

I don't know from which day he started to like to compare the dozen Nascent Soul Realm killers in the mountains with the zombies in the abyss, because at the moment he was still at the Golden Core Realm.

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 he couldn't help but be eager to try it.

After all, I 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 most monks in the world. Even your master and uncle cannot 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, even though 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 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 dodged and jumped! Drawing his 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, his sword was like a strong wind, and the momentum of the ghosts became stronger and stronger.

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 as fearless as the sword in the jungle.

It's just that the black mist under the abyss, if it exceeds six realms, will be a ferocious monster, which he cannot defeat with one person and one sword. Faced with the fight of this ferocious black mist, Watson is fighting alone.

It not only tests his courage, but also his strength and luck.

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 attack of the black mist along the incense burner, and use sharp swordsmanship to cut down the attacking black mist.

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 your hand, it will swallow up 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.

Moreover, when it rushes towards you, the roar alone is enough to make a person's liver and gallbladder 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 all unknown dangers hidden in the dark.

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 soul-suppressing power, and 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 rushing 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, having to gasp for air.

Even so, there were scars everywhere on his hands and neck.

"Today was good. You should have killed more than a hundred ghosts that turned into black mist. Let's continue tomorrow."

The young monk sitting on the stone flat 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 there be any reason to let go of 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 body, and his physical recovery power was extremely strong. He did not use elixirs to temper the minor 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 toward 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 from his eyes, penetrated the clouds and mist, and struck into the black mist, saving Watson's crisis.

Amid the whining sounds and a shrill shout, there was a burning smell in the air that almost made Watson vomit 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 they were yesterday and teamed up 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 two uses.

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 no choice but to quietly withdraw from the abyss.

Come back tomorrow!

Back on the stone flat at the bottom of the valley, Watson frowned as he looked at the young monk, and said with a grimace: "Senior, why did your flame disappear after just two uses?"

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? You can use it twice a day, which is pretty good."

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 we 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 fog. 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 fogs 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 and desperately took a step forward. He rushed out three feet away, jumped in mid-air with all his strength, and slashed out the Demon-Conquering Sword in his hand instantly!

But the largest black fog suddenly let out a whining scream in the air. Watson felt as if his soul was being sucked into the black fog, 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 from different directions...

My mind suddenly became clear, and my eyes were like divine light moving from left to right, and 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 were left. In an instant, the flames turned into swords and slashed at the three black mist that rushed towards him.

Woohoo!

Watson's eyes flashed as blazing flames shrouded the sky and black mist. Everything around him was blurred, only the burning flames remained!

At the moment when the flames started to burn, 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.
To be continued...