If No. 1 had been seen by the necromancer earlier, he would have panicked and frightened, but perhaps Song Qingxiao's previous actions surprised him too much, and when he was targeted by the necromancer, goosebumps were jumping on his body, but he was still stunned, staring at Song Qing instinctively, and he couldn't even say a word for a long time.

At this time, No. 1 had long forgotten the horror of the weapon being taken away, and the same weapon played a completely different role in the hands of different people.

If this bow and crossbow hadn't been snatched from him by Song Qingxiao personally, I'm afraid he would have wondered if this bow and crossbow was hiding some unique mystery.

"Humph!" Song Qingxiao was stared at by the necromancer, and after snorting coldly, he threw the bow and crossbow in his hand back into the arms of No. 1, who was still sluggish.

No. 1 was smashed by this, and suddenly woke up like a dream, thinking of the previous scene, he was shocked, and hurriedly spoke:

"You, how did you do that?"

He swallowed, his voice still shaking.

"Mental power." Song Qingxiao stared at the necromancer, "Didn't you notice that the spiritual power here is not normal?" ”

The stars in the sky and the dead spirits on the ground seem to reflect each other, forming a unique magnetic field.

Including the necromancer in front of him, it is not an entity, but more like a dark creature formed by dead air and spiritual power.

Judging from the dense ant-like skeletons that appeared in the square, these should be the corpses that died at the altar of the dead and did not cross this level.

The fugitives had said that if they could not cross the altar of the dead and become a sacrifice, their souls would be imprisoned there, never to be reborn, and become his slaves.

From this passage, Song Qingxiao speculated that the power of the necromancer should have been made by absorbing the energy of these living beings.

That is, the more people who die here, the stronger the necromancer's power becomes.

The Trialist is not so much fighting the necromancer as it is fighting the thousands of unjust souls who die here without rest.

If you want to defeat the necromancer, you can only abolish the necromancer unless you break the special spiritual power magnetic field that has been formed here a long time ago and reshuffle the energy with great magical powers!

Otherwise, no matter how you make a move, as long as the soul here is not gone, it is equivalent to the necromancer having infinite power and backing.

At this time, the necromancer's body was shot, and the outpouring black mist was inexplicably re-inhaled by gravity, filling the black hole.

His fingertips moved, and the pierced palm was back to normal.

This can be regarded as a verification of Song Qing's careful guess, which made her heart sink to the bottom, and her expression was extremely solemn.

The spiritual power here was too strong, and the arrow she shot earlier had added spiritual power, only hurting the necromancer's fur, but in an instant, he was back to normal.

On the contrary, Song Qingxiao's wisp of spiritual power was like a stone sinking into the sea under his huge energy body, and he could no longer sense it.

The voice of the skeleton at the bottom of the stairs was getting closer and closer, and even if she didn't look back, she could hear that the two of them were gradually unable to hold on, and they should have retreated to the middle and upper part of the stairs by this time.

The sound of Trumpet's flute was inaudible, and Trumpet's roar was painful, and it would not take three or five minutes at most, and I am afraid that they would have to retreat to the altar as well.

There are too many skeletons, the power of the necromancers is strong, the stars are still absorbing the power of the living, and the undead legions are getting closer and closer.

There are chasing soldiers in the back, there is resistance in front, and there is no way to advance or retreat, could it be that this time of trial, everyone is really dead?

As soon as Song Qingxiao thought of this, the cold sweat on her back surged out, and her tight calves twitched frequently, and she felt a faint tingling pain.

Number One didn't understand what she was trying to say in the second half of the sentence, but he understood what she meant by 'mental power'.

On top of the bow and crossbow, she added spiritual power to be able to hurt the necromancer, who was also transformed with pure energy.

No. 1 wanted to understand this, and was overjoyed, and at this time, he didn't care about the pain in his flesh, and after touching his waist, he grabbed a large handful of arrows and prepared to load them on the bow and crossbow:

"Then you take it, shoot him!"

"It didn't work." Song Qing's voice was dry and he shook his head.

If it worked, she wouldn't have done it a long time ago without asking for it.

Although she has stepped into the realm of enlightenment, her spiritual power is only a drop in the bucket compared to that of a necromancer, and she is not her opponent.

What's more, her strength is not in its heyday, at this time, a large amount of spiritual power is being sucked away by the stars above her head and on the ground.

Even if she tried her best to block the veins, it could only slow down the loss of spiritual power, and it could not completely lock the spiritual power in the veins.

Number One's happy expression was stunned for a moment after hearing her say this, and at this time, the necromancer did not stop his movements after moving his fingers to repair the 'injury' in the palm of his hand!

As his fingertips shook, a stream of black energy gathered at his fingertips, quickly turning into several small black dots that swirled around his fingertips.

The black mist hovered between his fingers, and the scene was quite similar to the totem on the altar, and it grew bigger and bigger, and in the blink of an eye, it transformed into black birds, rising to the size of an eagle.

The necromancer raised his hand, and the undead birds flying around his palm flapped their wings and flew towards Song Qingxiao and the three of them!

These black birds of the undead dragged a black mist like a long tail behind them, and with every flap of their wings, a large amount of undead power was released.

It didn't take long for the altar to float a large black mist.

These undead birds were menacing, and No. 1 still raised his hand, and when he heard Song Qing's 'useless', he was stunned for a moment, and before he could understand the meaning of her words, he noticed the necromancer's movements out of the corner of his eye.

He didn't bother to ask what Song Qingxiao meant by what he said, he put his hands on the ground, and his legs kicked hard before he wanted to get up.

With the sound of flapping wings, seven or eight black birds flew above the heads of the three men.

With each rotation, black mist scattered and fluttered, covering the heads and bodies of Song Qingxiao, No. 1 and No. 7 below!

After the first got up, he leaned close to Song Qingxiao, and the seventh who was prostrate on the ground also supported the ground with a snake's tail and stood with his upper body up.

Several people were back to back, looking up at the terrifying creatures.

A large cloud of black mist stained the surroundings black, and the seven or eight undead birds flew in the black mist, their eyes flashing with two points of ghost fire the size of mung beans, exactly the same as the flames in the eyes of the necromancer.

After flying around a few times, the birds suddenly raised their heads and let out a hiss and unpleasant chirp from their mouths, and their wings rushed down to the few people below!

The swooping stance brings a whirlwind of urgency, and the undead bird's outstretched claws seem to capture the soul!

An undead bird rushed to the front, and when it slammed down, it brought a shadow that completely obscured the starlight overhead.

The bird got closer and closer, and the black mist dragged behind it lined its body even more, and its black wings were like thick ink, with a palpitating feeling, rushing towards Song Qingxiao.

The power of the necromancy sliced Song Qingxiao's cheeks with the wind, its wide open beak went straight to Song Qingxiao's eyes, and its open claws were aimed at her heart!