Mu Youluo is now in a semi-comatose state, and she is desperately trying to prevent herself from fainting, for fear that if she faints, something will happen that she can't control.

And since just now, Lan Xi has not moved, she is not sure what caused it, but no matter what, she can't fall here.

She clenched her teeth, and used Qianhan to cut a hole in her arm, blood flowed down her arm to the ground, she took a breath of cold air, and the whole person suddenly sobered up a lot, her head was not so dizzy, and her rotation stopped, but she felt more dangerous, and a strong sense of oppression was coming towards her.

'Boom~'

The door was directly shattered by a force, and a black and red mist rushed over, approaching Mu Youluo.

Mu Youluo's eyes shrank, and he took a few steps back, but he was directly hit by the mist from behind and flew out.

When she fell to the ground, she violently protruded a mouthful of blood, only to feel that all her internal organs began to displace.

Seeing that the mist hit again, she had to use Qian Han to support herself to stand up, and then released her spiritual power and slashed towards the mist.

But the fog is not an entity after all, and even if it is hit, it can still merge together after dispersing, and the speed is staggering.

In front of it, all of Mu Youluo's spiritual skills and attacks didn't seem to have any effect.

Thinking of this, Mu Youluo broke out in a cold sweat, although this thing is not an entity, but its attack power should not be underestimated, and she has nothing to do with it.

"Girl, my darling, I seem to like your blood very much! However, not only that, but even the voice of the ......" man came again, and he even licked his lips and tongue, and said again, "This seat really likes the smell!" ”

Mu Youluo was in no mood to talk to him at the moment, and while fighting against the fog, she was trying to find a way to prepare to leave, but no matter how fast she was, the fog could always be faster than her, causing her to be at a disadvantage all the time, and even hit several times.

There were more and more wounds on her body, and the blood was flowing more and more, and she soaked her black clothes.

The more she bled out, the more excited the mist seemed to be, and seeing her blood dripping, the mist actually sucked the blood away.

Mu Youluo released her spiritual power, thinking that it was good to be able to control it for a second, as long as she could control it, she had hope to be able to escape, but unfortunately her thoughts were beautiful, but it didn't work.

Soon, she was attacked again, this time she hit the pillar directly and fell to the ground, and the blood was actually sucked clean by the pillar.

Suddenly, the spirit beast on the pillar moved, but it only moved, and it didn't come to life or fly out, otherwise what Mu Youluo would have to face was nothing more than a cloud of mist.

She gritted her teeth, looking at the mist that kept flying towards her, holding Qian Han and waving it constantly, although cutting off the mist, it would gather again, but at least it would give Mu Youluo a chance to breathe.

This time, she slashed and moved towards the door, but when she moved to the door, she was a little desperate.

There were a number of people standing outside the door, their eyes blank, their faces and bodies bloodless, but the greed and excitement in their eyes were palpable.

"Oh no, surrounded." Mu Youluo said coldly.

Even so, she couldn't sit still, and rushed directly into the crowd, wielding a thousand colds, and killing them.