After discovering this situation, Jun Mo immediately sat cross-legged and ran Ling Tianjue at the same time. However, what shocked him was that not only was there no trace of fighting energy added into his body, but the speed at which the fighting energy dissipated was faster.

"Old man, what's going on!" Jun Mo suddenly stopped his cultivation in surprise and asked in surprise. But no matter how he shouted, the old man never responded. It seems that this strange place has severed the connection between him and the old man. This time, I was on my own.

After stopping his cultivation, Jun Mo walked forward, trying not to use his fighting spirit. After all, he didn't know what he would face, and if the fighting energy in his body was exhausted, he would be powerless in the face of danger.

Soon after, Jun Mo said the river he had seen before. As soon as he saw the river, he almost threw up in distraction. Instead of water, the river flowed with dark red blood, and countless corpses and ghosts floated in it. After discovering Jun Mo, these corpses and the ghosts turned around at the same time and smiled weirdly at Jun Mo.

Such a scene would definitely make many determined cultivators lose their spirits.

At the moment when Jun Mo's mind missed, the loss of fighting energy in his body suddenly accelerated. The amount of fighting energy that was lost in this instant was almost more than the total number of people who had disappeared before.

"Not good!" Jun Mo reacted instantly, biting the tip of his tongue violently, and suddenly sobered up a lot. After controlling his mind, the speed at which the fighting spirit passed returned to normal.

"Whew!" After taking a few deep breaths, Jun Mo's heartbeat returned to normal, he frowned, and slowly walked into the river of blood.

He didn't know why he was doing this, but there seemed to be something in front of him, faintly summoning him.

After stepping into the river of blood, countless corpse ghosts poured towards Jun Mo, and sharp laughter became the main theme at this moment.

Jun Mo always looked straight ahead, letting those corpses faintly bump into him, and the expression on his face never changed. He knew that if there was a little hole in his mind, he would get lost in this river of blood and become a part of those corpse ghosts.

The river of blood was getting deeper and deeper, almost reaching Jun Mo's mouth. There was a pungent smell of blood on his lips and a sharp smirk in his ears. He always kept a clear mind in his heart, trying not to let fear consume him.

Numbly lifting his legs, Jun Mo slowly walked towards the other side of the Blood River. It seemed like a moment, and it seemed like a long time had passed, and the blood river was finally slowly shallow. When his feet stepped on the hard ground again, Jun Mo slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

After stepping into the river of blood, the blood on Jun Mo's body disappeared in an instant. Glancing at the river of blood behind him with some fear, he was indeed shocked to find that behind him had turned into nothingness, what river of blood, what corpses and ghosts, all had disappeared, even the air and the sky were gone.

Moreover, the void was gradually devouring the ground under Jun Mo's feet, and it was extremely fast, and it was under his feet in the blink of an eye.

Jun Mo stepped on the ground with both palms, and his figure suddenly surged. Almost tried his best, and the nothingness behind him barely caught up with him. However, in this way, the consumption rate of his fighting energy suddenly increased a lot. If this continues, the fighting energy in his body will soon dissipate completely. When the time comes, his fate will be swallowed by the nothingness behind him.

Even though the Dou Qi in Jun Mo's body was much richer than that of an ordinary cultivator in the middle stage of the Qi Control Realm, under this kind of consumption, the Dou Qi in his body was still getting less and less, and his steps were getting heavier and heavier. However, the nothingness behind him was relentless, so he had to squeeze the last fighting spirit in his body.

When the last drop of fighting qi in his body was squeezed out, there was an obvious dividing line in front of him, and it seemed to be the end of Jun Mo's escape this time.

Jun Mo struggled with his last strength, jumped up, and jumped over the dividing line. And the nothingness behind him also came to an abrupt end here, and the hem of his clothes had not had time to cross the dividing line, and was directly assimilated by that nothingness.

"Whew!" Jun Mo lay on his back on the ground, panting heavily, feeling like he was going to be the last to die. At this time, the Dou Qi in his body had been exhausted, and the meridians were spasming with hunger and thirst due to the loss of the nourishment of the Dou Qi. He tried to swallow a Qi Controlling Pill, but to no avail.

After relieving himself, Jun Mo found that after the loss of fighting qi was complete, his physical strength also began to drain, which was not a good sign. If his fighting spirit and physical strength are exhausted at the same time, I'm afraid he won't even have the strength to move his little finger at that time.

The faint call in front of him was still calling Jun Mo, it seemed to be not far ahead, and it seemed to be far away in the sky.

Gritting his teeth, Jun Mo continued to move forward. He hadn't even touched the hair of the fighting technique yet, so he definitely couldn't give up easily, he felt that the summoning was related to the ground-level fighting technique.

......

At this time, on the Netherworld Soul Refining Platform. The ten people who sat in meditation all had a hint of pain on their faces, and it was obvious that they were all experiencing something painful. Soon after, one of them trembled all over, spurted out a mouthful of blood, and was kicked out of the Netherworld Soul Table.

"What, what did you get!" Seeing someone come out, those aliens who were guarding outside the Netherworld Soul Platform all gathered around excitedly, as if they had just cultivated on the Netherworld Soul Platform.

The man wiped the blood on the edge of his mouth, shook his head helplessly, and said, "I have only obtained a Xuan-level intermediate fighting skill." ”

Although there is still some distance from the legendary ground level in the Xuan Rank Intermediate Fighting Technique, it is already very rare, and a look of envy suddenly appeared on everyone's faces. At the same time, I also regretted that I didn't have the strength to compete for the ten seats.

After this person comes out, one person will come out every period of time, and these people have different fighting skills, and there are no legendary ground-level fighting skills.

A few hours had passed, but no one around them had retreated, and they all wanted to see if anyone could obtain the Ground Rank Fighting Technique.

Time passed slowly, and there were only three people left on the Netherworld Soul Refining Platform, including Jun Mo, and the other two were Tu Zhuo, and the first person to go up.

At this time, there is less than an hour left before the Nether Soul Refining Platform is closed, and if they haven't come out by then, then they will be automatically kicked out, and they will fail to obtain fighting skills.

Jun Mo was still moving forward in that netherworld, at this time his physical strength was not much left, his legs were like he was used to lead, and every time he dragged, it almost took all the strength of his body. Soon after, Jun Mo didn't even have the strength to stand up, and fell to the ground heavily, the feeling of exhaustion that penetrated deep into his bone marrow almost made him want to fall asleep.

Jun Mo only felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and just when he was about to close completely, he suddenly opened again. Can't give up, that kind of call is getting clearer and clearer, Jun Mo gritted his teeth, and got up on the ground with his limbs together.

The overdraft of his physical strength made Jun Mo's vision a little blurred, and his hands were stuck into the soil, moving slowly on the ground as if squirming.

After walking for a long time, Jun Mo dimly saw a pitch-black stone platform appear in front of him, which seemed to be a shrunken Netherworld Soul Refining Platform. The kind of creation that came before came from the stone platform.

At this time, Jun Mo was only a dozen meters away from the stone platform, this distance seemed to be something before the blink of an eye for cultivators, but for him at this time, it seemed difficult to enter the sky.

Due to the loss of fighting spirit and physical strength, Jun Mo's body was a little dry and cracked, and his ten fingers were already convex, and the flesh and blood on them were blurred. Raising his head with difficulty, his dark eyes staring at the stone platform just in front of him, Jun Mo suddenly plunged his hands into the gravel on the ground.

The soil was instantly stained red with blood, and his ten fingers were connected to his heart, and the pain in his heart made him sober up a lot. Gritting his teeth, Jun Mo continued to squirm on the ground, his hands were already numb, leaving only a faint trace of blood behind him......

"Smack!" Jun Mo's palm finally rested on the pitch-black stone platform, and then a burst of pitch-black light poured into Jun Mo's body from the stone platform. Suddenly, Jun Mo felt that the physical strength and fighting spirit that had disappeared had returned.

At this time, a light and shadow suddenly appeared on the stone platform. This was a cultivator wearing a pitch-black robe and a purple gold jade crown on his head. Although it was just a light and shadow, it exuded a terrifying aura. Like the monarch from the netherworld.

The light and shadow did not speak, and above the transparent body, a complex network of meridians appeared, and a faint light of frontal fighting qi surged in it, drawing a fighting skill line. The movements of his hand changed rapidly, and he immediately pointed out, and suddenly a huge finger appeared as if stepping through space, and slammed into a mountain peak in the distance.

The peak of the "terrifying fighting technique" was instantly flattened, although it was just an image, Jun Mo couldn't hear any sound, and he couldn't feel any energy fluctuations, but he could still feel the power of that fighting technique. That's definitely an existence beyond the Xuan Rank.

After the light and shadow demonstration changed, it turned into a streamer of light and poured into Jun Mo's forehead. Suddenly, he received a large number of memories that did not belong to him.

Netherworld Shattered Soul Finger, an intermediate fighting skill of the ground level, cultivated to the greatest completion, shattered mountains and rivers in a snap of his fingers.

"It's actually a ground-level intermediate fighting skill!" Jun Mo's face suddenly showed a look of excitement, and it seemed that his luck seemed to be good.

In addition to the cultivation methods related to fighting skills, Jun Mo also had many cultivation insights about this fighting skills in the memories he received. The roadmap of the fighting technique was also clearly imprinted in his mind, and as long as he wanted to, he would be able to immediately cast the Nether Shatter Soul Finger now.

At this time, it was not far from the time when the Nether Soul Refining Platform was closed. However, the three of them, including Jun Mo, still did not move.

"It's out!"

Just when everyone was puzzled, the figure of a person on the stage suddenly moved, it was Tu Zhuo, he suddenly jumped out of the Netherworld Soul Refining Platform, and the person was still in the air and laughed wildly: "Ground level fighting skills, I got it, haha......"

Immediately after, Jun Mo and the other person also withdrew from the Nether Soul Stage, although they gained a lot this time, but they were not as arrogant as Tu Zhuo.

"Ground level fighting skills, the legend turned out to be true!"

"I'm so lucky, when will I be able to get a ground-level fighting skill? ”

......

Hearing Tu Zhuo's words, everyone was extremely shocked, and looked at Tu Zhuo with envy on their faces.

Hearing everyone's discussions, a smug smile appeared on Tu Zhuo's face, and his eyes swept, and he soon found Jun Mo who was about to leave. He smiled and shouted, "Boy, if you don't get the fighting skills, you just leave secretly like a lost dog." ”

Hearing this, Jun Mo didn't pay attention to him, and as soon as he accelerated, he wanted to leave.

"Hmph, if you leave so easily, how will I Tu Zhuo mix in the future. Tu Zhuo sneered, and his figure went straight into the air.