"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, were blasted together!

Almost at the same time, a gust of cold 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, and 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 might 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 the zombies rushed towards him and brought up a gust of wind, 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 the torch that Watson had 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 him, Watson roared, and then slashed with his sword!

Chase 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.

Afterwards, 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 the next moment!

Puff!

A ray of sword light actually passed through the zombie's neck. In the moment of life and death, Watson struggled to be injured, and the demon-conquering sword changed its move to a stab. Before the zombie tore his own throat, the sword passed through it!

The zombie paused in the air for a moment. Unexpectedly, its invincible claws were 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 still hurt Watson 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 sharp claws pierced his chest, he flew out.

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 palm with no trace of flesh, but like steel, hit Watson's left arm heavily. Watson let out a cry of pain and flew out again!

Although this punch injured him, it also opened the distance between him and the zombies!

However, just such a seemingly skinny palm actually blocked Watson's powerful physical strength, 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 managed to get injured and break away from the zombie's claws wrapped around the Demon-Conquering Sword. He flew out of the zombie's 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, breaking through the zombie in the Nascent Soul Realm in front of him, causing him to suffer considerable internal injuries.

The zombies under the abyss have existed for thousands of years, and their bodies are like mountains of stainless steel. They are not something Watson can break at the moment. In order to escape from danger, 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 were unable to 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 huge loss.

Woohoo! The seriously injured zombie is asking for help from its companions.

The zombies that came later could not be merged 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, could not execute the Chasing Feng sword, so he had no choice but to slash across with his sword!

Cut the snow with one sword!

Watson's biggest flaw was that his practice time was too short. Even if he cultivated the Formless Dharmakaya, he could not make up for this flaw.

However, he is still practicing hard, he wants 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 been struck by the zombie's claws on his chest, cutting the snow with one sword!

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.

In the darkness, before the zombies pounced on him, Huisheng took out the wine bottle and took a sip, then spit 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 the second floor of zombies at the moment, 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.

…

Back on the stone flat at the bottom of the valley, Watson has not yet recovered from the killings under the abyss.

The worse thing is, he slashed at the young monk behind him with a sword.

"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?"

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 an unwilling 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 formless body, 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, 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 I said this, my mind was agitated, I couldn't help coughing twice, and I 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."

It is obvious that Watson is not only depressed, but also somewhat unwilling.

I have been practicing hard for so long and have been fighting against the demons under the abyss these days. In the end, I couldn't even defeat a zombie.
To be continued...