In just a moment, Watson slashed the snow with a sword again, but the difference was that this time, Watson pulled the Demon-Conquering Sword horizontally across his chest.

A sword cut the zombie in front of him on the neck.

The zombie struck back to block Watson's fatal sword, took a few steps back, and temporarily distanced itself from him.

Then he showed his blood-stained teeth and roared eerily. Apparently, he was calling his companions to come over.

Killing is surging in the eyes of the zombies. Even if Watson seems to be in trouble, he will still eat his opponent.

Watson, who had no way out, was not shouting. The moment the zombies shouted, he moved again and cut out the demon-conquering sword in his hand!

With a devastating horizontal slash, he unleashed the first form of the Demon-Conquering Sword!

Zhui Feng slashed his sword to the zombie's head in just an instant.

I saw a flash of sword light, a cold light passing over the zombie's head, and then slashing towards his neck.

Watson's lightning-fast sword finally struck the zombie's neck, leaving a deep scar.

A stream of dirty blood spattered out, but the zombie just paused and continued to rush towards him.

Before he could think about it, the roaring zombie had already rushed in front of him and stretched out his hand to catch him.

Watson turned away and stared closely at the zombies rushing towards him. His waist sank. Seeing the zombies in front of him like flying sand and rocks in the canyon, he used all his strength to slash out with a sword...

This is definitely a hit sword, without any deviation!

He placed the part of the fallen sword on the wound on the zombie's neck and wanted to decapitate it with one strike.

In an instant, there was a dull thud and a bloody head flew out.

The headless zombie threw Watson to the ground! This was the inertia of the zombie rushing towards him.

"Let me go, senior, help me!"

Watson, who was pinned to the ground by the zombies, screamed wildly, without any trace of the temperament of a golden elixir monk.

Being pressed to the ground by the zombies, Watson felt his stomach twitching. Hearing a "wow" sound, he finally couldn't help but vomited all the things he had just eaten in the morning on the ground.

Hunched over, Watson pushed the zombie's body away and vomited desperately, sweating all over his body.

After breathing quietly for a long time, Watson finally breathed a sigh of relief. This was much more laborious than killing those ghosts on the first floor.

Sitting on the ground, he took out the water bottle and took a big sip, finally calming down the fear in his heart.

Before he could fully recover, two more low roars came from the distance...

This time, two zombies smelled Watson's breath and rushed to where he was.

Listening to the thumping footsteps, Watson was startled again.

He almost died while dealing with one zombie, but two zombies came at once, killing him.

Fortunately, he remembered the principle of running away if you can't beat me. Since I can't beat you, you can still run.

When he endured the pain and started running for his life, he forgot one thing: he couldn't run as fast as a zombie.

There are thousands of zombies here, and they are much faster than Watson!

As Watson ran, he thought about how to deal with the two zombies. If his sister and Tantai Xiaoyu were here, would they be scared to death?

Seeing the zombies getting closer and closer, Watson had no choice but to climb onto the altar not far from him and turned to look at the two zombies rushing towards him.

"Hula!" A voice sounded in the air, and a black zombie jumped into the air and reached out to grab Watson on the altar.

However, Watson did not dare to jump down and could only lie down on the altar.

Just when the zombie's arm was about to catch him, the Demon-Conquering Sword in his hand slashed out to cut the snow!

Just after the zombie was hit with a sword in the neck, Watson's body twisted to the right again, as if he was about to fall off the altar.

The zombie that rushed towards him felt pain in his neck, and he couldn't help but retract his hand that was grabbing Watson to cover his own neck.

The Demon-Conquering Sword in Watson's hand changed direction again and struck the zombie who had been stabbed again with a sword on the neck.

Chasing the wind with one sword!

Overcoming the fear in his heart, the Demon-Conquering Sword in Watson's hand struck the zombie's neck at a strange angle, and a "click!" sounded!

A black head flew out, and a trail of dirty blood spattered.

Another zombie jumped at him without stopping. He didn't care about the death of his companions. He only saw the living Watson on the altar.

At this time, Watson had already flown out of the altar and could not return at all.

Seeing that the zombie could grab his legs with his hands, Watson fell down with a plop and fell on the zombie's body.

For a moment, the zombie was stunned.

For a moment, Watson was stunned.

The zombie didn't expect that this guy was so bold that he would step on him all at once.

Watson didn't expect to be so unlucky that he got entangled with a zombie.

Everything happens in an instant.

Before the zombie could pull him down, Watson subconsciously placed the Demon-Conquering Sword across the zombie's neck. He used all his energy to pull it out in the opposite direction...

This was a sword strike he made out of extreme fright, and it used up all the infuriating energy of the third level of the golden elixir.

"Woo!" When the zombie was about to die, an arm was deeply inserted into his shoulder.

Almost at the same moment, a huge head fell on the edge of the altar.

After killing the first zombie, Watson finally learned that among these thousand-year-old zombies, only the part below the neck is the most vulnerable, and it can only be killed by decapitating it with a sword.

In a moment, at the critical moment of life and death, Watson hacked and killed two more zombies.

It's just that although the zombie is dead, his body is still leaning on Watson because one of his arms is still inserted into Watson's body.

At this time, there were more roars not far away, and the zombies on the second floor could smell Watson's breath.

When Watson screamed, he only heard a sigh, and then Watson felt like the world was spinning and he lost consciousness in an instant.

...

I don't know how long it took before Watson finally regained his breath. His eyes were filled with dazzling silver light, and waves of chills rushed over him.

The little monk's voice came to my ears: "I didn't expect you to be so brave. You actually got into the second floor to cause trouble for those zombies."

Watson looked at the white snow all over the mountains and plains in front of him and asked in disbelief: "Senior, how long have I been in the abyss? Why is it already snowing when I return to Wentian Peak?"

"I don't know Xiaomian's time. I'll give you seven days to have a good rest, recover from your injuries and come back. I'm waiting for you, don't think about being lazy!"

The novel ends with this sentence and there is no more news, leaving Watson alone in the pavilion on the top of the mountain, looking at the messy wind and snow on the mountain.

He clearly remembered that when he entered the abyss, it was not yet the Mid-Autumn Festival, but when he came back it was already snowing heavily.

After tearing off a corner of his clothes and bandaging the wound on his shoulder, Watson shook his head, holding the Demon-Conquering Sword in his hand as a crutch, and walked down the mountain step by step.

A mountain with wind and snow welcomes people home, but the road down the mountain is not easy.

By the time Watson returned to the small courtyard, Liao Chen had already lit a charcoal fire, brewed a pot of tea, and was sitting quietly in the living room.

The corners of Watson's mouth moved, but no words came out, but two lines of tears kept falling down.

He died countless times under the abyss, and every time he thought of either his sister or his master.

My sister is far away in Kunlun, so naturally only Master is thinking about me here.

"Master, I'm back."

Watson leaned against the door and fell softly to the ground. He didn't have any strength left. This was his home. The last bit of strength was spent on the three thousand stone steps going down the mountain.

Liao Chen waved his hand and pulled Watson up to sit at the table.

He reached out and poured him a cup of hot tea and said quietly: "Drink a cup of hot tea first, and then take a medicinal bath. Later, we can have a good chat."

Watson nodded, took out a hundred-year-old elixir with difficulty and handed it to Chen.

He said softly: "Master, please help me get this elixir..." The young monk told him that with his current body, it would be better to use a century-old elixir instead of wasting a thousand years.

Without asking any questions, he picked up the elixir from the table, got up and walked out of the living room.

The scars all over the disciple's body already revealed many problems. Even if he had something to say, he would wait until Watson regained his energy and spirit before speaking.

Hua was not being pretentious. At the moment, he just wanted to take a bath in a bucket of medicine and then sleep like a dead man.

The shock he received this day was enough for him to remember for a long, long time.

Neither he nor the young monk expected that Watson would enter the second level of space at this time. After all, there were zombies in the Nascent Soul realm.

With Watson's current strength, it seems that it is still a little bit behind.

However, after fighting three zombies today and finally beheading them, Watson found some confidence.

After all, zombies are tangible. Although they are terrifyingly powerful and have thick skin... in the end, tangible things are better than a layer of invisible black mist. He even has a thought.

Next, he has to clear out the first floor as soon as possible and go to the second floor to fight zombies.

Only the training between life and death can make his cultivation and body break through to a higher realm.

Leaning in the bathtub prepared by his master, Watson fell into a deep sleep for an hour, completely ignoring the pain in his body. He needed more than just a medicinal bath.
To be continued...