Watch Out! Danger Ahead

This sound was like thunder, frightening the swordsman who had accumulated all his strength and was about to cut it out.

He keenly noticed that a slender hand grabbed his back. What he was wearing was armor. With a vindictive body, that armor formed the most solid defense, and it was impossible for anyone to break it easily. of.

But the hand without magical power easily broke through the defense of vindictiveness and grabbed him.

The swordsman felt a powerful force drag him back at Shashi, and the ‘arrow tip’ array formed by the three saints was suddenly broken. Song Qing’s swordsman replaced him and appeared where he was supposed to stand.

"What..."

The swordsman who had always been taciturn changed his face in an instant. Before he finished speaking, he was pulled behind him by Song Qingxiao, and his back banged into the coffin that had bounced up.

He didn't have time to vomit, the coffin seemed to sense the vitality of his body, and it stood up with a'boom' and hit him hard.

"Cracking--"

A stern and high-pitched bird's song suddenly sounded, and the black shadow rushed in front of the trio with a terrifying grimace.

Song Qing's small actions disrupted the calculations of the Three Saints. The undead that the elves were transformed into after their deaths were extremely fierce, and the faint smell of rot mixed with the cursed death of resentment turned into a monstrous cloud. People rushed over.

In the billowing black fog, the face of a dead spirit was looming, and the monks and elves were shocked because they had lost their swordsman-centered hero.

It's just that they have rich combat experience after all, and soon calmed down after the initial horror.

This is not the time to blame his teammates. The elf's reaction was the fastest. With a twist of his wrist, the lamp of the soul held in his palm turned into a green seed and fell to the ground.

The monk took out his thick book, and before he could open it in the future, from the corner of the monk's eyes, he could see that the black mist had poured into the front.

Song Qingxiao replaced the swordsman's position, first when it was attacked by the wraith in the black mist.

The blessings of the Holy Light on her body dimmed instantly under the attack of this yin air, and the monk's heart touched her throat, hoping that she could hold the blow and leave a small life.

A pair of dark ghost hands protruded from the black fog and grabbed Song Qingxiao.

The golden halo formed by the blessing of the saint shattered silently, and the ghost with the corpse handbrake reached Song Qingxiao's chest——

"It's over!"

Except for the swordsman with his back to a few people and gritted his teeth holding the coffin, both the elves and the monks saw this scene, but because their bodies were not as powerful as a swordsman, they couldn't extend a helping hand in time, so they all agreed. This thought came out.

A trace of unbearable flashed in the monk's eyes, he opened the book indiscriminately, and before he could chant the spell, he saw Song Qingxiao had moved.

The screams that the two expected did not come, but Song Qingxiao raised his hand and accurately grasped the two ghost claws that were trying to dig out her heart.

‘Crack—’

She seemed to fold it casually, and the two black palms protruding out were like two withered and brittle tree trunks, which were easily broken by her.

The power of the undead didn't seem to affect her, she lifted a long leg, bent her knees, and kicked it out forcefully.

'boom! ’

She kicked the corpse hidden in the black mist in the toe, with a sharp ghost howl, the corpse and the black mist were kicked away by her vigorously, and shot out in the air.

The powerful force wrapped the involuntary corpse and hit the bouncing coffin, forming a mighty wind, and a ‘boom’ shot backwards and hit the stone wall of the upper church.

Under the tremendous force, the corpse and several coffins hit the stone wall, and the coffin shattered suddenly, causing more black air and the corpses to fall out of it.

And the black energy that was hit by Song Qing's small force ‘boomed’ onto the stone wall, and the smoke soared and dispersed, revealing the corpse wrapped in black spider corpses.

‘Crack, click! ’

The remaining power overflowed along the body of the corpse, and a pit with a diameter of about seven or eight meters was shot out around the stone wall. Numerous criss-cross cracks spread out from the recessed pit.

The church withstood the impact of this force, and the building made a resounding bang, trembling crazily.

‘Gua—’

The group of black crows docked above the dome was hit by this force, as if they were greatly frightened, they flapped their wings and flew up.

The pecking sound of'tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk tuk' was replaced by the messy flapping sound of wings, mixed with the aftermath of the sloshing church, like a small earthquake.

The mottled sun-shaped copper lamp hanging overhead began to sway slightly, and the lamp body parts made a "click" sound when they hit.

Countless small sands and gravels fell one after another, like a small rain.

The half body of the corpse that was kicked out by Song Qing was stuck in the stone wall. The cracks formed under the destruction of the powerful force not only tore the stone wall, but also tore the body of the corpse.

Its hideous body ‘clicked’, and the upper body, which was still struggling and wriggling, folds down under the body with a ‘bang’ with the sound of broken bones.

"..."

The terrible degree of this power was far beyond the monks and elves' expectations, leaving them dumbfounded.

Only with the loud noise of the coffin shattering around the church, and more undead trapped in the coffin escaped from their traps, the two roared one after another, and the two quickly came back to their senses.

"Be careful!"

The elf took the lead to remind.

The strength of Song Qingxiao was an unexpected surprise for the three saints who underestimated her.

But according to their experience, the two people knew that the dead were not so easy to deal with.

In the time of speaking, the corpse whose body was broken in half did not completely lose its movement, but the moment the body fell, its twisted arms moved again.

‘Crack—! ’

The two wrist bones that were broken by Song Qingxiao made a sound of bone rubbing, and the two hanging black claws protruded and inserted into the rock wall with a ‘pouch’.

As the black air squirmed, the broken bones continued to connect, and the sound of ‘click, click’ continued, and the twisted arm quickly returned to its previous state.

After it half-folded, its drooping head slowly lifted up, that face was covered in spider silk, and its facial features could not be seen clearly, but Song Qingxiao still felt its resentment quickly locked onto his body.

The most weird thing is not only the movement of the undead, but the cracks around the stone wall that were hit by the impact. Those criss-cross like cobwebs also seemed to give birth to movement.

Countless black smoke gushes out from it, and those gaps seem to move.

Each gap seems to be turned into a bent leg, and the long cracks instantly turned into seven or eight long tails. In the huge crater that was hit in the middle, a huge giant spider's body came from above. Stand up.

The black shadow turned into a huge black giant spider. After it was formed, it raised its feet, turned its head, opened its mouth, and let out a terrifying roar—schoolbag

'drink--'

"Shadow Demon Spider!"

The monk was so knowledgeable, he seemed to know the identity of the giant spider in one go, and let out an exclamation.

When the spirit and the swordsman who was struggling with the strength of the coffin heard this, their bodies trembled.

The swordsman did not care about other things. He put his long sword across his chest and used all his strength to open the coffin from the impact with a bang.

"Shadow Demon Spider?" This name seemed to be extremely stimulating to him. He didn't even care about the threat behind him, couldn't be distracted, and turned his head instinctively.

A huge giant spider with a diameter of more than six meters crawls on the stone wall, watching the four people staring at it.

Each of that huge long foot section has the thickness of an adult man's thigh, like the sickle of the **** of death in the legend, the cold light flashes straight.

The cracks on the stone wall that appeared under the impact of Song Qing's small force had disappeared completely at this time, and even the location of the pit was filled, as if it had not been damaged before.

Song Qingxiao's eyes flashed with a different color, and it was the first time she encountered such a situation.

Although the power she kicked out was only 50%, the corpse who had just formed for about ten days could withstand such a blow without dying, it was a bit weird.

But what surprised her most was the formation of this giant spider.

They relied on the broken gaps in the stone walls. Once they appeared, they seemed to have sucked away all the damage suffered by the church walls. This made her feel a little surprised.

Only after the initial surprise, Song Qingxiao quickly recovered his calm.

Anyway, for her, whether it is giant spiders of inexplicable origins or these awakened undead, although they are a little weird and troublesome, they are also likely to be related to the strong Yin Qi here.

Not only does she have strong confidence in her own strength, but she also has Qing Ming Ling in her hands, just to overcome these evils.

"What is the Shadow Demon Spider?"

Although Song Qing had confidence in being careful, she didn't rush into action, but first inquired about the ‘shadow demon spider’ from the monk.

The clues of the trial mission this time are not clear. The more information she understands, the more beneficial it will be for her to figure out the world of this mission.

The blessing of the holy light on her body has completely dissipated, but the powerful destructive power caused by her previous kick was firmly reflected in the heart of the monk.

He recognized Song Qing's strength and no longer tried to protect her behind him as before.

Hearing her question at this time, the monk took a look at the surrounding situation and cautiously explained:

"This is a kind of dark curse magic, at least the undead boss of the high lord level can cast it."

The situation is urgent at this moment, the monk said in a nutshell:

"They control darkness and use weak light sources. Whether it is on the ground or on the wall, as long as there are cracks or light and shadow patterns that resemble dark creatures, they will be summoned by it to dark creatures."

This is an extremely weird and insidious magic. These summoned creatures are extremely powerful and are controlled by the lord.

As long as there is shadow and destruction, these dark creatures will continue to besiege them.

"Neither did we expect that in such a small village, there would be a high-lord-level existence."

The bitterness of the monk's face, to form a high-lord-level existence, at least it needs to be nourished by a strong dark air.

In addition, it takes time to develop. Even if the foggy forest is most corroded by the dark power, it should take hundreds of years to nourish such a terrible existence of the high lord level.

It was precisely because of the difficulty of the formation of high-lord-level dark creatures that the monk did not associate the situation of this place with the high-lord-level dark creatures at all at first.

It wasn't until the formation of the Shadow Demon Spider that he woke up.

"It's careless!"

The swordsman also frowned, and said concisely.

"This Shadow Demon Spider is extremely difficult to deal with, and the source of it is endless." There is another group of corpses besieging here. If there is still a big lord hidden in the back, then the four of them will probably fall into a terrible battle.

"We have to hurry back to the village and join Edward and the others."

The strengths of the three saints complement each other, and Song Qingxiao is not weak, but the monk feels that with the strength of the four, he may not be able to get involved with the cunning lord hidden in the dark after he has given birth to spiritual wisdom.

The power of magic power is extraordinary, and this place is shrouded in darkness, like the home of dark creatures, instantly increasing their attack power by at least 30%.

On the contrary, the Three Saints came from the ‘light’ faction, and their power was controlled under the dark realm, but they could not fully display their strength.

The most important thing is that the swordsman is a power attack. Although the elves can barely be considered as a combination of magic and martial arts, they are not specializing in magic.

Although the monk could use Dragon Whisper magic, he was not completely sure to disperse the undead unharmed in the three cases, and unearthed and killed the high lord hidden in the shadows.

This place is still far from the abyssal realm. He needs to save a certain amount of power, and cannot consume too much at this time, so that the event of sealing the sage of the "Moon" will be unexpected.

Only by gathering the power of the six sages and the existence of a great wizard like Edward, can everyone destroy these dark creatures more quickly and preserve their strength.

"It's too late." When Song Qingxiao heard this, she probably knew the origin of the Shadow Demon Spider.

She shook her head when she heard the monk's words, and said lightly:

"Do you think that we are so loud here that the people in the village can't hear it?"

The monk who was about to talk was stunned.

‘Qua—Quak—’

The crowd of black crows screamed frantically~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The voice is stern, the resurrection of the undead in the coffin, and the terrible movement made by Song Qingxiao when he kicked the undead. These kinds of sounds come together to form A powerful sound wave.

The area of ​​the village is not large, and the church is located in the village only separated by a square and twenty storeys of stairs.

At such a short distance, in the dead of night, the team led by the three saints led by Edward, Saiji, and Raphael must have already heard the movement of the church.

If, as normal, they heard the abnormal noise of the church and sensed the fluctuation of the Yin Qi here, they should have known that their companions were in crisis after they sensed something wrong.

Logically speaking, they should be free to come and support.

And at this time Edward and the others did not move. If they did not hear the noise, it would be fine. If they heard the noise and did not come—

"Something happened to them too—" the elf sighed long.

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