Passive is never Ling Mo's favorite choice, he prefers to hold his fate firmly in his own hands, just like now.

Not having the ability to fly was at least Ling Mo's biggest shortcoming, but it wasn't going to be anymore soon, because Ling Mo immediately thought of a good solution, which was a bit extravagant.

The spiritual power was gathered and compressed in the meridians, and when Ling Mo's silence ended, it had been compressed to an astonishing extent, and the spiritual power was released from Ling Mo's back, and at the same time, a rebounding force was generated that pushed Ling Mo to leap forward.

The effect was actually not good, in fact, Ling Mo didn't know if the impact that consumed his spiritual power in an instant had any effect, because he didn't feel that he was moving at all, not even the slightest feeling of the wind blowing across his cheeks.

You must know whether to move or not requires an object of contrast, now Ling Mo is not to mention the object of comparison, he can't even see himself in this space, and he can't feel anything other than himself when his divine thoughts are expanded to the extreme, how can he know if he moves or not!

He didn't give up there, Ling Mo condensed his spiritual power again, and it was another perfect spiritual power blast, but it still had no effect, and Ling Mo didn't feel anything.

In the following short period of time, Ling Mo tried three times in succession, but still failed, Ling Mo did not feel any changes, and was still completely dead and void.

Ling Mo's experiment was a very dangerous thing at this time, with the disappearance of the illusion, the aura of this space also disappeared without a trace, and the aura in Ling Mo's body became a rootless pool of water, with a little less, now nearly fifty percent of the spiritual power in his body has been squandered, which is not good for Ling Mo to deal with this strange space that he doesn't know what will happen.

Time passes silently like the gentle sand in an hourglass. Ling Mo couldn't feel the change in time, he couldn't tell how long he had been trapped in a world other than darkness and void, he only knew that he was hungry now.

The cultivators of the Mysterious Realm still can't get rid of their dependence on food, and although the spiritual power has begun to directly affect their bodies, it is only an auxiliary after all. Ling Mo was already hungry before the water and rice had been in for a long time, and his body inevitably had a sense of exhaustion, he knew that this was all dangerous.

After a while, Ling Mo no longer felt the feeling of hunger, except that his tired body was still warning him.

Ling Mo pondered, the existence of this space must be meaningful, and from that Dao mouth, he knew that this was both a punishment and a test for outsiders, the difference was only whether he could get through it or not. In other words, this will not be a mortal situation, but the test I haven't figured out yet!

Releasing his Divine Thoughts, Ling Mo tried his best to make Divine Thoughts come into contact with this space, and tried to make the two resonate. After a long time, Ling Mo was disappointed to find that this space seemed to be dead, not to mention the resonance, he didn't even feel any fluctuations in this space, and the silence was so dead that it made people almost desperate.

"Broken!"

As much as he could, Ling Mo bombarded the void, wanting to forcibly open up a path, but this place was difficult to shake, and there were no fluctuations.

The place is unknown and mysterious, everything is gone, nothing remains.

Ling Mo didn't stop, forming the Law Seal, bombarding the surrounding space again and again, hoping to change all this, but all failed.

"How so?" he found, and there was nothing but darkness in the surroundings.

Moreover, Ling Mo's spiritual power was consumed rapidly, and it could not be replenished, and if he continued like this, the spiritual energy stored in his body would soon disappear completely.

During this period, Ling Mo's Yuan Shen was not idle, when attacking the Void, the Yuan Shen was also cooperating with the attack, and at the same time, he was also closely feeling the fluctuations in the Void, and he also failed.

Ling Mo's Yuan Shen power and the aura in his body faced a similar fate, constantly being consumed, and he couldn't find a way to replenish it, but the speed of consumption was slightly slower than that of the aura.

Ling Mo fell into silence, he no longer moved, nor did he test, he was thinking, retaining his strength.

In the cold, the silence is silent, and the dead silence is the eternal theme. The passage of time was silent, but it was really taking away Ling Mo's strength and life, which was a strange feeling.

Ling Mo sat cross-legged in the void, and at this moment he suddenly felt a loneliness from the depths of his soul. He didn't know how long he had been stuck here, but he felt like he had spent hundreds of years here, and the feeling sent chills down his spine.

"Have all those who have been to the temple experienced such a scene, trapped in cold darkness, unable to escape, feeling death little by little? Ling Mo muttered to himself.

Thinking of the scene I saw in the temple, the two people were like puppets kneeling reverently, Bian Lingxi and Gu Duzhong seemed to be frozen by time, have they all fallen into the "test"?

Ling Mo had heard Gu Duzhong say that there were not a few people who had entered this ancient land over the years, and only a few people could get out of trouble, but they were all outstanding people who represented the strongest talent of the clan, and these people had made many amazing achievements after getting out of trouble. Since someone has ever been able to get out of trouble, he will definitely be able to do it himself!

In an instant, Ling Mo thought of a lot, the fairy island in the starry sky, always pit his father, a few "cute" uncles, and Su Yuyan, who always tried his best to "tease" him.

"I haven't married Su Yuyan yet, there is a big harem that has not been built, and there are a lot of enemies that have not stepped on it, how can I die in this place where birds don't!"

Ling Mo roared, raised his whole body and stood up and slammed forward, but as a result, it was still the same bird.

Nothing changed, and the cold darkness continued to rush towards him, trying to drown him in despair. He couldn't feel anything, let alone touch anything, and the darkness of nothingness was always the main theme here, as if it was eternal and unchanging.

Now he clearly feels that his soul is still weak, and the feeling of exhaustion hits him again and again like a tidal wave, as if he will be swallowed up if he is not careful.

Ling Mo's whole body was cold, how to solve such a situation, let alone escape, even life cannot be guaranteed here!

Ling Mo forced himself to calm down, he must not be impulsive at this time, he wants to live, but also to break through this place, he must not fall like this.

The display was still cruel, Ling Mo's strength dissipated quickly, and later he didn't even have the strength to lift his finger, the aura in his body had long been exhausted, and the power of the primordial spirit had dried up, and he was in an unprecedented predicament.

I don't know how long it took for Ling Mo to burst into his mind, "Is this death, seeing your own vitality cut off little by little, and the once beautiful and cruel ones are all gone, this place is really cruel enough!"

In desperation, Ling Mo witnessed his death, and after struggling to exhaust the last bit of vitality, Ling Mo finally closed his eyes, his face was undisguised unwilling.

In the dark, Ling Mo suddenly opened his eyes, I'm not dead!?

Ling Mo felt his state for a moment, his body was surging with qi, it didn't look like he was running out of oil at all, but what was going on before!

Could it be just an illusion? This thought was immediately given up by Ling Mo, it couldn't be an illusion, the feeling of gradually dying before was too real!

But how to explain it in front of you, you should have died and are still alive and well.

Ling Mo didn't get a reasonable explanation after all, but an important problem was still in front of him and needed to be solved urgently, how to get out.

Only once did Ling Mo not rush to expend his strength, but calmed down and thought about a way out, but there was nothing to gain.

Even if he was calculating the consumption of spiritual energy, the qi in his body was still irreversibly disappearing, and death struck again, but Ling Mo had no way to stop it, he could only watch himself die.

I don't know how long it took for Ling Mo's vitality to be cut off again, and death was like a continuous wave that drowned Ling Mo.

In the cold darkness, Ling Mo opened his eyes again, and without surprise, Ling Mo returned to the state he had just fallen into the darkness again.

In fact, it was not a good thing for Ling Mo to be "resurrected" again, at least for him, because he had once again witnessed his own death.

Obviously, he could feel the approach of death but it was irresistible and irreversible, this was the most desperate, not to mention that this feeling was still going on and on, Ling Mo felt that if he continued like this, he would be driven crazy!

In the void and darkness, Ling Mo's death woke up again and again, as if he had fallen into an endless cycle, with no end and no end!

Ling Mo was resurrected again, he didn't know how long he had been here, let alone how many times he had died. Still hadn't found a way out, the only good news was that Ling Mo hadn't collapsed yet.

During this period of time, Ling Mo had frantically attacked the void until he had exhausted all his strength, and he had also waited motionless for death to approach, but there was still no change. The void was still this void, and there was no change because of Ling Mo's movements.

After I don't know how many times he died, Ling Mo calmed down instead, but this calmness was terrifying!

Ling Mo stretched out his body, no longer resisting, and no longer afraid. The mind is completely open, no longer thinking about how to get out, and the heart is empty.

"Maybe this is the meaning of the existence of this void, witnessing death again and again, feeling it is even more important to accept it" Ling Mo muttered to himself, the corners of his mouth hooked up a shallow arc.

There was no other movement, and there was no qi flowing, Ling Mo would simply move his palm, but it would cause a small ripple in the void.

"Finally see this power that is above death"

The void that had always been showing nothingness and dead silence suddenly began to fluctuate violently, like a pebble being thrown into the surface of a dead lake, and Ling Mo was that pebble!

Condensing the starting point of spiritual energy, Ling Mo sent a punch abruptly, and the target was this empty void. Under this punch, which obviously has no spiritual power, the space is like a mirror, revealing the real world!

After the void was shattered, Ling Mo realized that he hadn't moved much all along, that was to say, he had been in the place where he had just come to the central temple, and in front of him was the back of the altar, but Ling Mo still maintained a posture of punching.

"It turns out that all this started when I first appeared here, it's really hard to prevent!" Ling Mo said lightly.

Turning to the front of the altar, two unlucky guys knelt down in front of the altar, and Bian Lingxi and Gu Dui stood at the entrance of the temple solemnly. Ling Mo frowned but didn't move them, turned around and boarded the altar.

Unlike in the "Illusion", this time Ling Mo did not receive any obstacles during the process of ascending the altar and successfully reached the top.

A light gate appeared in front of Ling Mo, Ling Mo glanced at the broken sword lying quietly on the altar, sighed and stepped into the light gate, it was finally over!