In front of the Buddha sitting on the cliff, Mo Ming stood on a boulder and looked into the distance, his face was not very good-looking, because of the passage

The sky was gray, losing its former luster, and the dead air around it had become dozens of times thicker at some point, and it was about to turn into substance, and the distant mountains and forests were covered with gray mist, blocking people's vision.

This kind of scene is very different from before his retreat, according to the outside world's records of the small world of the Rakshasa Sect, this kind of scene will only appear after the entrance to the small world is closed.

However, Mo Ming clearly remembered that there were still two months before the trial closed before his retreat, and it was impossible for him not to be aware of it for such a long time.

"Could it be that I was so immersed in cultivation that I missed the time to leave?"

Mo Ming thought of this possibility, and couldn't help but feel the seriousness of the situation in his heart, if the entrance to the small world was really closed, then his situation would be dangerous, as if he was locked in a cage, and if he wanted to get out, he could only wait for twenty years until the entrance of the small world opened again.

It's just that twenty years is too long, he can't wait, and he still needs to find Uncle Sihai as soon as possible, hoping to find clues about the changes in Tongtian Mountain.

And throughout the ages, it is not that no one has been locked in a small world, but no one has ever come out of it after the second opening, but everyone who did not go out before the entrance closed has disappeared inexplicably, or died tragically somewhere in this small world.

It was as if after the closure of this small world, there would be some great horror in it, and even if there was no danger of prohibition in the past, it was full of variables.

In this case, not to mention being able to wait for the small world to open and leave again after twenty years, even if it is impossible to survive these twenty years.

Mo Ming's face was very gloomy, and countless thoughts appeared in his heart, but he didn't dare to continue thinking about it.

After his cultivation was over, he estimated the time of his cultivation, thinking back to the time he had swallowed the pill before and after, and the time to refine the pill was calculated, the time had passed for a month at most, and there was still at least half a month before the small world was closed.

Such a long time was enough for him to consolidate his cultivation, find his senior brother, and leave this place.

However, as it now stands, his estimate of time is inaccurate and inaccurate, and the error is even more serious than he thought.

"Let's go to Beiwang Mountain first and see if the crack in that exit is still there!"

Mo Ming took a deep breath, looked around, and then jumped forward, and a flying sword suddenly appeared at his feet.

At the beginning, Mo Ming was still a little shaky standing on the flying sword, but as a refiner of the Golden Body Realm, his control over the physical body was already very strong, and after a while, he stabilized his body, and then the whole person turned into a light and galloped away in the direction of the north-looking mountain.

On the way, he began to carefully examine his own cultivation and feel the different powers that belonged to the immortal cultivators.

After this deep cultivation, his cultivation has reached the thirteenth layer of the Qi Condensation Period, and the spiritual power in his body is dozens of times thicker than before, and he can use flying swords and learn some spells.

Moreover, the most important thing is that since he broke through the sixth layer of the Qi Condensation Period, his six senses have undergone qualitative changes, and he has the power of spiritual consciousness that belongs to the monk.

The power of spiritual sense has many functions, the most common is to replace the two ears and eyes, even with the eyes closed, you can easily see the surrounding scene, and this kind of vision is different from the direct gaze of the eyes, and you can also see it behind you.

However, the exploration of spiritual consciousness is not endless, it will consume people's essence and spirit, and the scope of exploration is also limited, the monk who has just entered the sixth layer of the condensation stage can only see the scene within one zhang of his body, and if he exceeds one zhang, it will be blurred like a dark night.

However, with the improvement of cultivation, the scope of exploration will increase accordingly, and the monks of the tenth layer of the condensation stage can already see the range of ten zhang around their body, and the thirteenth layer is more than one hundred zhang.

When it comes to the foundation building period, the scope will be wider, and Mo Ming is not very clear about how far he can explore, because he has too little understanding of this aspect.

Mo Ming dispersed his spiritual sense while flying, perceiving the scene within a hundred zhang of his body, this perception is much more real than what his eyes see, and he can also feel some things that cannot be seen with the naked eye, such as spiritual power floating in the void, some prohibitions in dangerous places, and so on.

There was silence all around, except for the rich dead qi or dead qi, the originally rich spiritual power in the void seemed to be much weaker because of the dead qi.

Mo Ming traveled all the way, and soon left the range of the main peak, Rakshasa Mountain, and entered an ancient wood forest called Fu Demon Forest.

Suddenly, as he walked low through the dense jungle, his expression suddenly darkened slightly, and his face showed a look of great joy.

Under his spiritual sense, a young man in a snow-white leather jacket was walking forward in front of him, his pace was slow, and there was no eagerness.

"Isn't the entrance to the small world closed?"

Mo Ming muttered in a low voice, he didn't recognize the young man in the snow-white leather jacket, but he could know that it was a disciple of the Biyun Sect.

The appearance of this person made him negate his previous speculation, because if the entrance to the small world was really closed, it would be impossible to see a figure again along the way, maybe he would miss the time to leave because of cultivation, but it was impossible that the first person he met by such a coincidence was also staggered by him.

The odds are too small, so small that it's almost impossible.

"Since there are people, it proves that my previous estimates are still accurate, and it will be at least half a month before the small world closes!"

Mo Ming smiled, his speed couldn't help but slow down, and then he jumped off the flying sword, since he was sure that the small world had not been closed, then naturally there was no need to be in such a hurry to go to Beiwang Mountain to see if the exit existed.

"Hmm, that's not right!"

Suddenly, the smile on Mo Ming's face was suffocated, and his figure couldn't help but stop suddenly.

In his spiritual perception, the behavior of the Biyun Sect disciple in front of him was very strange, the pace of his march was slow and not mentioned, and the direction of his journey was also erratic, as if he was aimless, walking to the left and then to the right, without the slightest vigilance, as if he had not found Mo Ming.

"This person's cultivation is in the middle stage of foundation building, and the range of spiritual perception is only stronger than mine, not weaker, I can find him, it is impossible for him not to discover me!"

Mo Ming frowned, thought about it, jumped forward, and quickly ran towards the man.

As the distance shortened, Mo Ming's face became more and more solemn, and he felt a burst of voices coming from that person's mouth.

And when he was only thirty feet away from the man, he was utterly astonished in his heart, and the young man's face was pale, and his eyes were blank, like a walking corpse without a soul.

"All dead, all dead......"

The young man walked slowly forward in his mouth, and only these three words were spoken in his mouth, and there was no expression on his face, but the tone of his voice made people feel cold in their hearts after hearing it, as if something terrible had happened.

"Brother Dao stays!" Mo Ming stepped forward and shouted with his mouth open.

When the young man heard this, he turned around and glanced at Mo Ming, there was still no look in his eyes, and he didn't speak, and after a glance, he continued to walk forward,

Mo Ming's heart suddenly became more confused, and he directly walked in front of the young man and stopped him.

"Are you trying to kill me?"

The young man looked up, and suddenly his face turned grim, revealing a miserable smile.

"Come on, kill me, take everything from me, I'm going to die anyway, it's the same sooner or later......"

Mo Ming's pupils shrank slightly, the young man's reaction was too weird, and his heart was furious when he saw that miserable smile.

"What died, what happened?" Mo Ming said in a deep voice, his heart sank, and he had some bad feelings.

"You don't know!"

The young man looked at Mo Ming in surprise, and then the smile on his face deepened, and his face became hideous, as if he had heard something incredible.

The young man's face became more and more hideous, and then he suddenly shouted in despair: "All are dead, the Daoists of all sects are dead, the exit is closed, we will also die, all of us will die, no one will survive......"

"What!" Mo Ming suddenly changed color, and his heart was suddenly shocked.

"It's closed, it's closed a month ago, all the sects and Taoists are dead, we can't survive, what else to kill, what to take, what's the use of so many treasures......"

The young man laughed miserably, but his voice was extremely gloomy, making people unconsciously feel creepy, and his back was cold.