Chapter 2063 The Newcomer Sends the Old Man

"I have too many regrets in my life, so I can't die. ?????????"

Ling Xian smiled lightly. He hasn't resurrected Lin Qingyi, and he hasn't reached the peak yet. How can he die here?

Maybe this is a desperate situation, but until the last moment, he will never give up.

"It's futile, you'll understand in a few days." The old man Bai sighed and stopped talking.

Everyone no longer said more, all closed their eyes and looked back on their own life.

Time passed bit by bit, and two days later, the three of them turned into blood mist, and they didn't even have time to let out a scream.

This made everyone sigh, and there was a feeling of sadness of the death of a rabbit and a fox.

Ling Xian is the same.

Although he has embarked on the road of inexhaustible magic, in terms of the power of mana alone, he can be compared with the Taoist body, but sooner or later, his mana will be exhausted.

At that time, he will follow the footsteps of these two people.

"Two more dead, alas, is there really no way to live?"

"There is no way to survive in the imperial mausoleum, and there is no life. Apart from death, I have no other results."

"I regret it, regret coming here."

Everyone sighed, unable to hide their regrets or hide their despair.

The only person who is not desperate is probably Ling Xian.

His mana is comparable to the Taoist body, and even if everyone present is added together, it is impossible to last longer than him.

Although he will die sooner or later, he has plenty of time to find a way to survive, which is undoubtedly the biggest advantage!

Therefore, Ling Xian is still optimistic, looking for life.

Three days later, the seven people exploded, their souls were destroyed, and no bones were left.

On the same day, three people entered the place. After learning about the situation, they were somewhat desperate.

Can't leave, can't smash the mountains, can only wait to die, how terrible is this?

"Is there really no life..." Ling Xian muttered to himself,

Nothing can be done.

However, his belief has not been shaken, and his state has not changed in the slightest as it was five days ago.

This surprised everyone present, but he didn't expect him to endure for five days and act like a nobody.

You must know that when they survived for five days, they were all breathing heavily, but Ling Xian did not blushed or panted, which was undoubtedly quite astonishing.

As time passed, surprise turned to shock.

One day, two days, three days... A full ten days passed, Ling Xian still looked as usual, without a trace of breathlessness.

At this time, the people who entered this place before him were basically dead, and only the old man was left.

He was the one who persisted the longest here. Although he didn't die, his face was pale and his mana was almost exhausted.

"I really didn't expect that you could last for fifteen days." The old man shook his head and smiled bitterly, looking at Ling Xian with a shocking gaze.

The rest even more so.

Although they were newcomers who entered after Ling Xian, the past few days have passed, and they are very clear about the meaning of persevering for 15 days.

It is no exaggeration to say that the mana of a person who can last for fifteen days is definitely several times that of the same level!

"You are the one who persisted the longest." Ling Xian smiled lightly, her expression as usual and calm.

For others, it was difficult to persist for fifteen days, but for him, it was nothing at all.

Compared with the remaining mana, the lost ones are only a drop in the ocean, a drop in the bucket.

"I persisted for seventeen days, which can be regarded as a record, but what is the significance of this record?"

The old man Bai smiled sadly and said, "My mana is almost exhausted. At most, I can hold on for another day. At this time tomorrow, all you see is a cloud of blood."

Hearing this, Ling Xian fell silent.

He really wanted to save the old man Bai, but he really had no choice.

In the past two weeks, he has explored this place no less than a hundred times, and he has not let go of a flower, a grass, a mountain or a stone.

However, there are still no flaws, and the entire small world is impregnable, and there is no weak point at all.

"If you persist for two more days, you will break my record." Old Man Bai forced a smile and said, "Work hard, I hope, you can find a way out."

"I hope too." Ling Xian sighed softly and stopped talking.

At this time the next day, the old man turned into a blood mist. Before he died, his eyes were on Ling Xian, both hopeful and shocking.

It's just because Ling Xian's face is not blushing or panting, it's no different from sixteen days ago.

This meant that he would definitely break the old man's record, which naturally shocked the old man.

"All dead..."

Watching the old man turn into a mist of blood, Ling Xian sighed with emotion. He didn't expect that after sixteen days, he would become the 'oldest' person here.

At the same time, he also strengthened his faith.

As he said, there are too many regrets, and he must not die!

"The Emperor's Mausoleum existed for tens of thousands of years, and maybe there were no flaws at the time, but I don't believe that the small world after tens of thousands of years will still have no weak points." Ling Xian's eyes were firm, and the light between his eyebrows never disappeared.

A month later, he still hadn't found a weak point, and his state had not changed.

This shocked everyone here. Although they were all newcomers, when they came in, they would be told by the old man how long Ling Xian had persisted.

Therefore, no one thought that he could last for forty-six days!

"It's terrible, is he still human?"

"I persisted for six days, and the mana has bottomed out. How could he persist for forty-six days?"

"Unbelievable, could it be that he is the legendary Taoist body?"

Everyone was talking about it, in addition to being shocked, it was admiration.

Ling Xian seemed to have never heard of this.

Almost every day, someone talks about him, and there are similar surprises. He has long been numb, and he is indifferent to the life and death of everyone.

Forty-six days have passed, and he has watched old people die and newcomers come in. It's hard not to be indifferent.

"If anyone is most likely to leave this place alive, it's him."

"Hopefully, he can find a way out before I die."

A pale young man stared at Ling Xian, full of hope.

So are the rest.

This made Ling Xian sigh softly. In the forty-six days, too many people put their hopes on him, but no one got their wish.

It's not that he doesn't try his best, but that the small world is so smooth that he can't find any weak points at all.

"A thousand times, even if it's a stone, I've explored it."

"Is there really no weak point?"

Ling Xian sighed, half of his mana has been lost, which means that he can last up to fifty days.

If he can't find a weak point and break this small world in fifty days, he will also turn into a blood fog.

"There is no perfection in the world, there must be weak points, but I didn't realize it."

Ling Xian muttered to himself, the Nascent Soul villain opened his eyes, and the soul storm swept the entire mountain range.

A few days later, he sent away a group of old people and welcomed a group of newcomers.

Just like the newcomers before, they were shocked to the extreme after learning about the situation and how long Ling Xian had persisted.

After that, it fell into an infinite loop.

Ling Xian did not move like a mountain, sending away batches of old people and welcoming batches of newcomers.

Forty days later, he was still at a loss and could not find the weak point of the small world.

At this time, his mana is less than 10%, and he can last for ten more days at most.

After another seven days, Ling Xian still did not find a weak point, but he unexpectedly broke through to the late stage of the mortal realm.

Immediately, his mana changed qualitatively, as did his soul.

What's even more gratifying is that the Eighth Change in the World of Punishment finally appeared in the world.