On the way here, Mo Zhuoyu had already thought about various situations, and although she was seriously injured at this time, she did not lose her square inch.

Now her strength, continuing to walk into the valley of death is tantamount to asking for her own death, so she can only choose to flee to the periphery.

But she didn't go directly to the way she came, and no one knew if the city lord of Shali City would suddenly chase after her, and it would be too dangerous to go back directly.

In the darkness, Mo Zhuoyu chose a deep path and galloped away. Along the way, she didn't dare to stop for half a minute. Fortunately, Sha Licheng didn't know if he was tripped by the Nether Beast, and he never saw anyone chasing him.

When the sky gradually brightened, Mo Zhuoyu stopped his body and fell to the ground.

The injuries in his body were involved in the rapid advance, Mo Zhuoyu looked around, and found no danger, so he set up a defensive array and began to heal.

The golden grass she was looking for was a yin-loving elixir, but it was unclear where it grew in the Valley of Death. Now that she had been wounded again, she didn't dare to wander around Death Valley. Coupled with the threat of the city lord of Shali City, Mo Zhuoyu was ready to heal his injuries on the outskirts of Death Valley before going to look for them.

After making up his mind, Mo Zhuoyu stabilized his injuries a little, then put away his defensive array and got up to leave.

Death Valley is full of dangers, and since she chooses to stay here for a long time, she must choose a safe place. Mo Zhuoyu walked cautiously while observing the traces around her, without the threat of the city lord of Shali City, she could release her divine sense with confidence. The surrounding environment can be clearly reflected into her mind in an instant.

The ground was littered with rotting weeds, and even though it was daytime, only a dim sky could be seen in the valley.

Mo Zhuoyu walked for a while, not to mention that she didn't find a suitable place to stay, but she encountered several kinds of poisonous insects and poisonous weeds, if her divine sense hadn't detected it earlier, I am afraid that she would have fallen halfway down the road.

Just as he was thinking about it, a puff of black smoke suddenly rose in front of him, and a thick foul smell instantly spread towards Mo Zhuoyu.

Mo Zhuoyu immediately used his spiritual power to isolate himself, and his body retreated again and again. She didn't know if the black smoke was poisonous, but she didn't want to try it.

The black smoke in front of her continued to spread around, and it seemed that it would not dissipate for a while, but she was now on a narrow path, with dense thorn bushes on both sides, and she had already walked this road for most of the day, and if she went backwards now, she would have to waste a lot of time.

This made Mo Zhuoyu a little entangled, if it was somewhere else, she could fly through the air, but even the air here was covered tightly by thorn bushes. It was because of this unique terrain that she chose to enter this place in the first place, but now she is in a dilemma.

Looking at the little bird that fell from the thorn bushes because of the spread of black smoke, Mo Zhuoyu realized that this black smoke came from nowhere, and it was indeed highly poisonous.

The brows furrowed for a moment, and just as the black smoke was about to invade her, and she was about to give up and turn back, Mo Zhuoyu suddenly thought of something.

Opening the storage bag and taking out the Luo cigarette ruler from it, Mo Zhuoyu smiled lightly.

Ever since she got it, she had been using the white mist it was originally contained. The white mist is not poisonous and harmless, it will only affect the monk's sight, and now Mo Zhuoyu looked at the black smoke in front of him, and suddenly had a wonderful idea.

Strictly speaking, Luo Yanqi is not an attack magic weapon, it should be a special storage magic weapon. Since it can store white mist, it can certainly also contain other gases. Flying Library

Mo Zhuoyu flew back for a distance, making sure that the black smoke would not spread for a moment, before she sat down cross-legged, put the Luo Yan ruler in her hand on her chest, and used her spiritual power to refine it again.

After advancing to the Golden Pill, because she can release her divine sense, all her current magic weapons can be re-refined, and then branded with divine consciousness, so that she can completely recognize the master. In this way, the magic weapon is out, except for the dissipation of her divine consciousness after her death, it is difficult for others to take the magic weapon for their own use.

Because it was just a simple refining, Mo Zhuoyu didn't spend much time, but it reminded her that after she was promoted to Jin Dan, other magic weapons had not yet been processed.

Looking at the faint traces on Luo Yanqi's class, Mo Zhuoyu put away his hand and stepped forward again.

Because he completely recognized all the structures in Luo Yan's ruler, Mo Zhuoyu knew it by heart. When it came to the black smoke, Mo Zhuoyu released the Luo smoke ruler, and under the spiritual power, it instantly came to the black smoke. Casting the magic trick, a suction force instantly came out from the Luo Yan ruler, and the black smoke that was attracted went towards the Luo Yan ruler in an instant.

Seeing that the method took effect, Mo Zhuoyu finally showed a faint hook of the corners of his lips, but his hands did not stop, and the black smoke in the air continued to gather towards Luo Yanqi. In an instant, a huge black cloud was formed in the sky, centered on Luo Yanqi.

However, Mo Zhuoyu is not worried, although Luo Yanzhi can only store gas, the space in his body is huge, and he is not afraid that he will not be able to hold these black smokes.

Sure enough, in just half an hour, the black smoke in the air became less and less, and finally only Luo Yanqi was left to stay quietly in the air.

Mo Zhuoyu beckoned, took it back, glanced at it with his divine sense, smiled with satisfaction, and then began to move forward again.

However, after walking a few steps, Mo Zhuoyu discovered the source of the black smoke.

There was a dead black rat lying on the ground, and at its feet, a stepped on a raised head mushroom, and a faint trace of black smoke remained.

Mo Zhuoyu squatted down, wrapped his hands with spiritual power, and picked up the broken mushroom body on the ground, this thing can refine the antidote to black smoke. If Mo Zhuoyu wants to use black smoke, it must be indispensable.

Carefully packed it in the jade box and put it in the storage bag for storage, Mo Zhuoyu moved forward again.

This section of the road should be the place where the head mushroom grows, and Mo Zhuoyu has seen it several times on the side of the road along the way. However, despite Luo Yanqi, now she has no antidote and is not willing to provoke easily, so she only avoids it from afar.

After walking for nearly half an hour, a huge nest of thorn bushes blocked Mo Zhuoyu's way.

I saw that in the half-high nest, dense scorpion-tailed bees were busy flying up and down, constantly carrying egg-laying food for the queen bee in the burrow. The buzzing sound of flying, combined with its long tail and sharp poisonous needles, made people want to turn around and flee immediately.

But Mo Zhuoyu looked at the thick bee pulp on his nest, but stopped his figure.

Although the scorpion-tailed bee is highly poisonous and extremely difficult to provoke, the bee syrup produced by it is very popular with everyone in the Dusi Continent.

Because of its thick bee syrup, it is full of rich aura, which is not only an excellent thing for monks to restore their spiritual power during battle, but also a holy medicine for healing injuries made by the honey wine it brews.

It is the injured Jin Dan in Mo Zhuoyu's body, if he can take the bee's syrup of the scorpion-tailed bee, it can also greatly alleviate the injury.