Mo Ming was taken aback, the young man's series of words made him a little unable to react, and he didn't come back to his senses until the young man laughed wildly and walked away.

His complexion became extremely ugly, and the good mood he had had at the moment when he saw the young man's figure disappeared in an instant.

The exit was really closed, but I didn't expect that what I had denied might have happened.

"Has it been three months?"

Mo Ming asked secretly, but then shook his head again, dispelling this speculation, because if three months had really passed, it would be impossible for that young man from the Biyun Sect to still be here.

Listening to the other party's words, it seems that the exit was not closed normally, but suddenly closed without everyone expecting it, leaving the young man to stay and not be able to get out.

Moreover, listening to the other party saying that they are all dead, are the Daozi of the various sects really dead?

What's going on?

Mo Ming frowned tightly, he couldn't figure it out at all, the scene around him, including the reaction of the young man, gave him a great impact.

Mo Ming took a deep breath and shook his head fiercely, he could be sure that during the time of his cultivation, something special must have happened in this small world of the Rakshasa Sect.

The next moment, the spiritual power on Mo Ming's body flashed, jumped onto the flying sword, and rushed to Beiwang Mountain.

Hearing is false and seeing is believing, and whether the exit is really closed or not still needs to be seen with your own eyes to be sure.

"Whew!"

Suddenly, just as Mo Ming had just flown out of the Demon Forest, a cold light shot out from behind an ancient tree on his side, and a foot-long ice cube flashed with a bone-chilling chill in an instant, heading straight for his eyebrows.

Mo Ming's expression froze, his figure stopped, he turned around and punched at the ice Ling with a big wave of his hand.

With a crisp "clang", the ice cube broke into several knots in response, and then suddenly turned into a puddle of clear water and disappeared.

"Who is it?"

Mo Ming drank lightly, jumped off the flying sword, and stared at the ancient wood with his eyes, and his heart was suddenly alert.

"Kill!"

Suddenly, a loud roar came from behind the ancient tree, and a black shadow rushed out of the jungle not far from Mo Ming's side, and a spirit corpse covered with green hair flashed, and the scarlet claws grabbed Mo Ming fiercely.

At the same time, from behind the ancient tree, a young man in a black robe rushed out, and with a quick wave of his big hand, a black horse flashed and killed Mo Ming.

"Corpse Spirit Sect!"

Mo Ming's pupils shrank slightly, and he almost didn't think about it, and he turned around and punched the spirit corpse.

"Boom!"

With a muffled sound, Mo Ming's body retreated sharply, and at the same time, the other hand swung out a punch again to scatter the black horse training that shot at him.

"Why do you want to kill me!" Mo Ming snorted coldly, his eyes flashing towards the Corpse Spirit Sect disciple.

His eyebrows suddenly raised slightly, a little surprised, the disciple of the Corpse Spirit Sect had the cultivation of this mid-stage foundation building, but his breath was very disordered, the black robe on his body was torn, and there were blood stains exposed from it, and there was a hideous cut on his chest, the flesh turned out, and it looked like he was not lightly injured.

On the other side, there were several big openings under the green hair on the arms, as if they had fought with someone, and their hard bodies were damaged.

"Kill!"

The young man of the Corpse Spirit Sect roared angrily, ignoring Mo Ming's words at all, and without the slightest hesitation, he rushed up again almost as soon as Mo Ming's words fell, raised his hand and pinched out a spell, and slammed a finger at the spirit corpse, killing Mo Ming.

Mo Ming snorted coldly, the other party dared to be so resolute in such a state, so what else was there to say, he immediately swung his fist and hit the spirit corpse directly.

With a "boom", Mo Ming shook the spirit corpse with a punch, turned around and blasted towards the young man of the Corpse Spirit Sect with a punch again.

The opponent's cultivation is in the middle stage of foundation building, if it was difficult for Mo Ming to defeat in the past, but this time is different, the improvement of spiritual cultivation has given Mo Ming strong self-confidence, he is fearless, not to mention that the other party is seriously injured at this time, and the attack is difficult to have the strength of the middle stage of foundation building, even if the other party is at the peak, he has the confidence to fight with him.

The roar erupted, Mo Ming's speed was very fast, and his fist was instantaneous, and almost half of the law in the opponent's hand was smashed up.

"Click"

With a crisp sound, the chest of the young man of the Corpse Spirit Sect directly sank, several ribs were broken, and a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out.

The next moment, Mo Ming stepped forward, not giving the other party any chance, and the second punch smashed up.

"Poof!"

Suddenly, the young man screamed miserably, spurting fresh, and his body flew upside down and hit an ancient tree, and at the same time, the spirit corpse on the other side was stunned, and then fell backwards with a bang.

Mo Ming retracted his fist and stepped forward, this battle was very fast, it was also clean and neat, there was no accident at all, the opponent was already seriously injured, and the attack he used was not enough to build the third layer of the mid-stage cultivation of the foundation.

"Say, why kill me!"

Mo Ming snorted coldly, and after his two punches, although the other party was not dead, it was also on the verge of dying.

It's just that as Mo Ming's words came out, the young man's face suddenly turned grim, revealing arrogance.

"It's all come to this point, do you need a reason to kill someone? I need treasures, all the treasures that can protect myself!" the young man laughed, looking at Mo Ming with a hint of sarcasm.

"The exits are closed, does it make sense that you still need so many treasures?"

Mo Ming said in a deep voice, and said what the previous Biyun Sect disciple said, if what the Biyun Sect disciple said was true, and the exit was closed, it would be useless to obtain more treasures.

The fundamental purpose of this trial is to make people grow in the fight, but if even the way out is blocked, and there are only two ways to live and die in front of you, the trial will no longer have any meaning, and no matter how many treasures there are, it will be in vain if you can't get out.

And this person's reaction is really suspicious, knowing that his body is seriously injured, it is difficult to send out the strength that should be used but he still fights so desperately, this is no longer greed for treasures, but he is simply sending him to death.

"Why is it meaningless, that hundred ghosts night attack, if there are not enough treasures to protect themselves, who can survive the past? If I don't kill you, if I don't get the treasures on your body, I won't be able to survive tonight!" the young man laughed miserably, his bare face showing weakness and despair.

"Hundred Ghosts Night Attack, what is that?" Mo Ming raised his eyebrows, very puzzled, and the bad feeling in his heart became more and more intense.

"Didn't you meet those?" the young man was surprised.

"No, you can say it, I won't kill you!" Mo Ming shook his head, his brows furrowed tighter.

"You better kill me, you will eventually encounter the night attack of the hundred ghosts, and when you encounter it, you will understand everything, if you don't have enough treasures to protect you, no one can survive!"

The young man closed his eyes, not wanting to explain too much, the despair on his face was already thick to the extreme, and his face was like ashes.

Mo Ming's face changed slightly, and he was a little surprised, what happened to make the other party show such a look.

After a little silence, the flying sword in Mo Ming's hand flashed, and with a slight wave of one hand, the tip of the sword slashed through the young man's neck.

A stream of blood splattered, and the young man died, but at the moment when his vitality was revealed, Mo Ming felt a trace of relief on the young man's face.

Although he didn't understand what the so-called Hundred Ghost Night Attack was, through the words and reactions of the young man, Mo Ming still felt a strong crisis, as if there was something else happening or about to happen in this small world, and he hadn't encountered it yet.

"Is it true that all the people who have been imprisoned here in ancient times have died like this, so that no one has ever gone out after the small world has been reopened?"

Mo Ming frowned, then shook his head, turned around and left, and continued to run towards Beiwang Mountain, after all, he had to see with his own eyes to know what was going on.

Unconsciously, the sky became darker and darker, and Mo Ming kept all the way, knowing that when night came, he could rush to Beiwang Mountain.

This small world is so big that this journey is not thousands of miles, but it is enough for 800 miles! There is no one to see on the road, and the surroundings are quiet and strange.

Walking in the jungle, Mo Ming rushed to the place where he had come in.

Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew in front of him, accompanied by a thick dead air, Mo Ming's figure was stunned, and he couldn't help but shiver.

Then, his pupils shrank suddenly, his face suddenly changed greatly, and his figure turned almost unthinking, and he rushed towards the road he had come from.