Qian Han's cold air became colder and colder, but even so, when they pierced into their bodies, their expressions still did not change at all, seeing this, Mu Youluo only thought of one word, and there was no pain.

Yes, these people really don't feel pain, because they are already empty shells except for their skins.

Although Mu Youluo has practiced his body, he is flesh and blood after all, and he has been injured before, and now, his whole body is bleeding nonstop, and his hand waving Qian Han is a little numb.

She kept killing these people, and the fog behind her kept attacking her, in order to resist the attack, she even grabbed the people next to her to block in front of her, and the people hit by the fog were actually scattered on the ground like ashes.

Seeing this, Mu Youluo's sense of crisis became even heavier, and she wanted to break out of the encirclement, but her blood attracted more and more people, blocking her from going.

Thinking that he would die at the hands of these people, Mu Youluo let out a loud cry and tried his best to maximize his power.

The spiritual power pushed everyone out of a meter away like a tide, Mu Youluo took the opportunity to jump up, stepped on their heads and flew out of the encirclement, seeing that it was about to end, but the mist attacked from behind her, she turned around and blocked Qian Han in front of her, making a 'buzzing' sound.

The strength of the mist is not weak, and such a blow once again knocked Mu Youluo out and fell at the front.

She spat out a mouthful of blood again, and her whole body collapsed a little, but she still stood up with Qian Han supporting her body.

Those people rushed towards her again, although her spiritual power was now inexhaustible, her body was already a little tired, and her hand holding Qian Han was also shaking.

She knew she couldn't fall, and once she fell, her little life would be over.

She calmed down as the enemy ran, and then took out a silver needle and shot it, and although the men did not fall, they were noticeably slower.

Even if they are just empty shells, they have meridians, and as long as they shoot the tendons, they will be much slower.

Thinking that this method would work, Mu Youluo picked up the silver needle again and threw it over, and while throwing it, she retreated until she retreated to the side of the stone ladder, and the silver needle in her hand was just gone.

Although these silver needles were not a great spiritual weapon, they were also difficult to make, and she only had one hundred and eight in her hands.

These silver needles come in different shapes, thick and thin, and to outsiders, they are priceless.

After using up all the silver needles, Mu Youluo's head protruded, and he was originally going to keep it and upgrade it again, but now there is no way.

She had shot all the silver needles on those people, and it was impossible to get them back now, so she had to wait, and one day, she would be strong enough to come and take them out of their bodies, but by then it was not known whether these people were dead or alive.

Although it was a pity, Mu Youluo couldn't care so much, and ran directly towards the stone ladder behind him.

The wounds on his body kept bleeding, and the blood dripping to the ground was about to be absorbed by the stone ladder, but Mu Youluo didn't have so much time to observe now.

The mist floated in the air and chased it out, while those people could only watch Mu Youluo leave.

It turned out that they couldn't get out of that door, although they didn't know what the reason was, but at least they escaped a catastrophe, as for the fog behind, Mu Youluo couldn't think of a way to deal with it at the moment, so he could only try to dodge and resist its attacks.