Liu Dayong and the others who were hiding in the camp were anxiously waiting for the return of Yue Mochen and Meng Wujian, but what they were waiting for was not Yue Mochen and the others, but a blood mist.

The blood-colored mist spread at an extremely fast speed, and in less than two breaths, it enveloped all the living beings within a radius of nearly a hundred miles.

"What is this?" exclaimed one of the mercenaries, who felt a strange sensation when the blood mist appeared, as if he was so exhausted that he just wanted to close his eyes and sleep in the dark.

"Calm down, let's go out and have a look first. Liu Dayong also felt this state, but he didn't have a better way to deal with it.

After speaking, Liu Dayong flashed out, followed by Yan Yaoliang, but when they left the tent door of the camp, they couldn't help but stop.

Because under the blood mist, even with Liu Dayong's eyesight, he could only see more than ten zhang away.

"Go back to the tent and wait for them to come back. Liu Dayong was anxious at this time, but he couldn't show it, so he had to calmly say to Wan Yan Yaoliang that he could only pin his hopes on Meng Wujian's body now.

Wan Yan Yaoliang nodded with a complicated expression, and the two returned to the tent, and everyone in the tent looked at them with puzzled eyes, as if to say: Why did you come back so soon?

Liu Dayong shook his head and was about to speak, but he realized that a mercenary who was originally resting next to him was a little wrong. He hurriedly walked over to check, only to find that the other party had stopped breathing, and his whole body was drying up at a speed that was indecipherable.

"What's going on?" Wan Yan Yaoliang frowned and said, "Could it be that the Black Flame Shadow Bee is poisonous?"

The reason why Wan Yan Yaoliang guessed like this was because this dead mercenary was the one that Yue Mochen had rescued in the Black Flame Shadow Bee Swarm before.

"I don't know, but it stands to reason that it shouldn't, I've never heard that the Black Flame Shadow Bee is poisonous, and even if it is poisonous, it won't be poisonous now. You know, just a moment ago, he was fine. Liu Dayong said with a solemn expression.

At this time, another person fell in the crowd, and after Yan Yaoliang's eyes were quick, he hurriedly rushed to the person's side, reached out to probe, and found that the other party was also dead.

Watching the death of another companion, in such a strange way, everyone has different moods, some sad, some hesitant, perhaps, and some regretful.

Sheng Leixiang glanced around at everyone, then walked over to the corpse of the second dead mercenary, squatted down, and took a closer look.

"It's the relationship of this blood mist. After a long time, Sheng Leixiang said with a solemn expression.

"This blood mist is very weird, but we are all in this blood mist, but we are fine, we just feel a little tired, why do you think so?"

"You see, he has a small wound here. Sheng Leixiang pointed to the deceased's right wrist, where there was a wound that had not yet scarred.

"If I'm not mistaken, it's not that we don't have this blood mist, it's just that we don't have external injuries, so we just feel a slight illness, not fatal, and he, and the one just now, they all have external injuries, and it should be that the blood mist spread the toxin from their wounds into the body, so they died. ”

Sheng Leixiang said, but she didn't have a trace of joy in guessing the truth, but became heavier and heavier, although she guessed the reason, but there was no solution, which is not a good thing.

"Then how can their bodies ......?" asked a mercenary, pointing to the two corpses, and then everyone realized that the mercenary who died first had turned into a dried corpse in such a short period of time!

"This blood mist should not only be poisonous, but also blood-sucking!" an old mercenary muttered in horror.

However, this little-willed sentence sounded in everyone's ears like thunder......

At the same time, Yue Mochen and the others, who were in the center of the blood-colored mist, were suffering from the same trouble, fortunately, Yue Mochen Mengwujian and the others had a lot of elixirs, and Qi'er Moses who was in a coma had already used the elixir, and the wound had already scarred.

And those winged people were not so lucky, when they fought with a large number of black flame shadow bees, they fell a lot of wounds, but because the injuries were not severe, and they were in the center of the battle, they didn't care too much, but as soon as the blood mist appeared, this negligible injury became the biggest reason for their death.

In the short time that the blood mist rose, there were already eight winged people who fell on the spot because of their injuries, you know, that small injury is usually not a drop of blood, but here they were invaded by this blood mist, and finally died.

Moses kept taking deep breaths, and she didn't know if it was heartache or other reasons, but her action proved that her heart was definitely not at peace, and the fall of her breasts, which had already been quite large, was very tempting, but no one had the heart to appreciate this lively scene now.

Moses's third uncle had already retreated to Moses's side and protected the two sisters, but he was helpless about Moses's depressed mood, and as the prince of the Wing Clan, what he had to bear was not necessarily smaller than that of this little girl of the Winged People.

"Third uncle, what should we do?

An'er Moses finally spoke, but at this time, she had lost her previous indifference, as if she had lost her backbone in an instant, and she did not have the demeanor of a strategizing superior before, and she no longer had the temperament of a princess, but she looked a little pitiful.

"Where can you go?" There is this strange fog ...... for a hundred miles" It was Yue Mochen who answered, he was also uncomfortable, compared to An'er Moses, who had a foreign heritage, his cultivation was all on his own, and he was slightly inferior to him in terms of class, so he was under more pressure than An'er Moses at this time.

The prince of the wing clan listened to Yue Mochen's words, and did not refute anything, obviously, he acquiesced to Yue Mochen's statement.

"Shall we ...... What should I do...... "Moses looked at the blood mist in front of him in a daze, his eyes were confused, and he trembled for a long time before he said this.

Hearing this, Yue Mochen thoughtfully looked at the corpses of the winged people on the ground, who were already like several corpses, and said, "If Miss An'er's previous inference is correct, then this phenomenon should be a sign that the ruins are opening, if we can hold on, we will definitely be able to enter the ruins." ”

"But...... The clansmen have died so much, do we still want to go in?" Moses raised his head and looked at Yue Mochen with a confused expression and asked.

"The way of cultivation is not smooth sailing, and the famous master seems to be full of scenery, but how many dilemmas and calamities are behind this? ”

Yue Mochen looked ahead, and his eyes were all strange blood, but his heart calmed down little by little.