Flying in the air and taking a leisurely look around the water area, Zhang Wenfeng had a hint of worry in his eyes.
It has been three years and four months since he entered the blessed land. The climate here has become more and more severe. The erosion of the Yang evil spirit has dropped by seven to eight feet. The trees on the four small islands have died. Food is insufficient. The temperature is hot and dry. Water birds and other small animals and insects have disappeared.
Half of the time, sooner or later the noisy and lively atmosphere of three years ago was gone.
The water in the pond has shrunk by about 30%, and the water level has dropped by more than five feet.
The stone pillar where he used to stand in the water and chant sutras for the water spirit to listen to will soon emerge from the water.
The blue water waves submerged the stone pillars from time to time, and then exposed them again, endlessly.
Everything shows that the blessed land is running towards the end of the road and is irreversible. Even the evil spirits and ghosts in the yellow sand land have no interest in fighting and quarreling with the foreign Taoist priests. They are hiding in their respective underground lairs, and their hardships in adapting have suddenly increased.
The Yang evil spirit also has no time to take care of itself.
Either way, fighting or not fighting will lead to death in the end.
It is nothing more than the difference of a few years between dying earlier and dying later.
If the violent Yang evil energy continues to increase endlessly, they may die first.
The last time Zhang Wenfeng broke into a dry land and fought with provoking evil spirits was a year ago.
That battle was fought in darkness, and the killing was relentless. He used all his magical powers, even the landscape moving talisman at the bottom of the box. He used his sword energy and murderous intent just to kill a mean-mouthed man.
evil spirits.
Finally, three evil spirits were killed, and all the besieging evil spirits and ghosts were killed and exited the dry land.
There are huge pits for miles, and the atmosphere is chaotic.
The outbreak of madness, killing and powerful combat power made the evil spirits dare not start the war again.
The evil spirits originally thought they were sure of victory under the ambush from all sides, but they didn't know that the warriors' methods were endless. In addition to the swords, the magic weapons were changed one after another. The beasts were in a state of chaos. It was obvious that their combat power was about to be exhausted. The protective green light, green light, etc.
The light, yellow light was on the verge of being destroyed. The Taoist priest used magic to open a bottle and swallowed a mouthful of green liquid, and he returned to life as before.
How else to kill? All the remaining world spirits are terrified. They don’t know how many mouthfuls of that green liquid there are in that bottle?
Zhang Wenfeng was scarred after the war. The two cassocks and Taoist robes he wore were almost scrapped. He spent more than two months recuperating in the woods on the island, taking a lot of elixirs, and finally recovered. It took another three months to recover.
He repaired the mental flaws caused by swallowing the vital essences of various trees.
Before the war started, he prepared for the worst in advance, and used a secret method to collect a mouthful of green liquid wood gas to imprison and prepare.
Do not fight an unprepared battle, and do not fight an uncertain battle.
That killing was carried out without any scruples, and without any regard for death, it allowed him to hone his swordsmanship that had not improved for several years, and broke through to the "human-sword-in-one" sword realm of "fitting with the body", which made his ears clean until now.
It's worth it.
It's just something that devours the vitality and essence of trees. We should do it as little as possible in the future.
The temptation is too great and the hidden dangers are not small.
Zhang Wenfeng landed lightly on the blue-black stone pillar where the water was constantly surging. His cloth shoes quickly got wet. He did not use Yuan Qi to protect him. He looked around and saw the undulating blue waves. However, more than a year ago, the person who listened to him chanting sutras appeared every day.
The water spirit charm, which changed its form from time to time, disappeared and never appeared again.
I don’t know if he is hiding or something happened?
He searched the entire bottom of the water and under the four small islands, and also searched many caves, but no water spirit was found.
The charm just magically appeared and disappeared.
It happened that the evil spirit outside the water was provoking death, and he needed to vent the emotions that had accumulated in his heart for a long time. The two parties hit it off and had a fierce fight.
Slowly walking into the water and sinking about three feet, Zhang Wenfeng chanted the "Blessing of Water" as usual. After three times, he pulled out the sword from his waist and silently recited the first chapter of the Taoist Sutra. There was an invisible power of thought on his body like water.
It slowly spreads outward like ripples.
He waved his sword and practiced the "Luomu Feihua Sword" that he was familiar with every move.
Gradually immersed in the state of "human and sword unity", the sword light changes, the sword energy is silky, like a school of fish turning and moving sharply under the water, gathering together uncertainly, every movement and stillness reveals the nature and mystery of the Tao.
He recited sutras underwater every day, practiced swordplay, studied the talismans and classics he collected from Bian Wuguo's storage space in the island cave, meditated to maintain his current cultivation, drank tea, painted, and interacted with trees in his free time.
Dispel the anxiety that is gradually growing in your heart.
He was waiting and wasting his time. When the water surface dropped to only about four or five feet from the bottom, he believed there would be a last chance.
When almost all the holes in the island's pillars were exposed, he would explore them one by one and dig three feet into the ground to dig out the missing water spirit Mei from under the water.
The little guy who is transported by water is very likely to be the key to his escape, and this is the only hope he has left.
So he had to wait patiently for more than three years. The further back, the faster the water surface would drop. He had already concluded this through observation.
The environment will become even worse. At that time, the entire blessed land will become like a dead land. The trees will die, the water birds will disappear, and the fish will be hard to find. He needs to cultivate his mind and character to maintain his mentality and not be in a mess.
The long sword stroked in the blue water, not too fast, just like swinging the sword on the ground a long time ago. The sword light was complicated and gorgeous, and the last sword thrust upward in a "flying style".
The water roared with great force, and the sword light and human figure merged into one and rushed out of the water.
Killing twenty feet away in the air, the sword energy soared into the sky, booming and erupting high in the sky, echoing for a long time.
Zhang Wenfeng was flying in the wind out of thin air, his robes were fluttering, he was in the posture of a god, and his face was as calm as ever. His swordsmanship had reached the ultimate level of "fitting with the body", and he didn't care much about when he would be able to break through.
Finding a way to get out of trouble is the top priority right now.
Where there is life, there is hope.
He practices swordsmanship in order to increase his strength and prevent the world spirits from going crazy and fighting him desperately.
Standing quietly in the air, he slowly came out of the sword realm feeling. The sun shone on his body, but he didn't feel hot. His eyes suddenly fell on the water near the small island in the east, where there was a slowly forming vortex.
The water waves spread in all directions.
With a thought in my heart, I rose and fell twice in the air, reaching the top of the water.
The whirlpool was already the size of the mouth of a well, and it was dark and bottomless. Cold air came out, and the sound of water roared, which affected the nearby water surface sharply. The movement gradually became louder.
He used his consciousness to reach down, and just a few feet in, he was thrown out by a strange and irresistible force.
"Third level water method?"
Zhang Wenfeng muttered to himself silently, and he noticed a hint of familiarity.
The water spirit appeared and magically reached the third level of cultivation. He thought for a moment, floated up to more than ten feet, and waited quietly. He did not choose to attack the vortex below with his sword at this time.
The water will eventually come out, he is just waiting.
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