As soon as Para was subdued, the crisis in the church had been eradicated.

The elves retrieved the seeds of power that had fallen to the ground, but the swordsman did not lift all of them.

The three saints all set their eyes on Song Qingxiao, and there were too many doubts in their hearts that had not yet been resolved.

For example, her powerful magic, the divine dragon she summoned, and the strange black token she released, all of which sucked the dark spirits out of this place were all shocking and apprehensive to the Three Saints.

But this is not the time for them to ask, the crisis of the other team has not been resolved, and everyone is in a hurry to join the team.

It's just that after Song Qingxiao showed her super strength, the leader of the team has faintly changed from a monk to her.

After the monk carried the bones on his back, Song Qing sighed:

"Let's go!"

The Three Saints glanced at the decaying church with complicated expressions, and the monk's gaze lingered for a moment on the shield in the middle of the church before finally turning his head.

The crisis in the church has been swept away, and the cold ice condensed on the ground has caused the temperature in the church to plummet, causing the tips of the three saints' hair and eyebrows to condense frost.

As everyone rushed out of the church, the cold wind blew in with a fishy smell, and the monk realized that his feet were frozen and a little unconscious.

Song Qingxiao's ice strength was not aimed at him, but the residual cold still made this monk who was not physically strong faintly unable to bear it.

Outside, there were a dozen withered skeletons, and some insect shells that had been blown around by the wind, similar to the situation inside the church.

'Tick, tick! ’

Under the eaves, the blood of the crow flock torn by the claws of the two ice dragons slid down the roof, but most of them were frozen under the cold, and some were hung in the lower corners of the eaves before they landed, forming uneven blood cones, and some torn crow residues, showing the previous battle.

As the power of the dozens of undead inside and outside the church was sucked dry by the Qing Ying Order, the black qi shrouded in the square seemed to have faded a lot.

Everyone settled down and returned the way they came, and when they reached the staircase, the Three Saints looked down and were immediately surprised.

"What about the village?" The taciturn swordsman was the first to cry out in astonishment, for he found that the village had disappeared without a trace!

What appeared in front of the four of them was a black cloud that stretched as far as the eye could see, enclosing half of the steps.

Several people looked like they were at the top of the mountain, and there were layers of black fog below.

Several stairs lead to the depths of the black gas, and below it is like a huge abyssal place, with no end in sight.

The village is gone!

The swordsman was so surprised by this turn of events that he even took two steps forward in a hurry, taking the lead down two flights of stairs in an attempt to see some clues.

"Don't worry."

The elf's senses were keen, and he pulled his companion in as he spread his palms again.

A green dot of light the size of a peanut emerged from his palm, and as he stretched out his hand, the dot sensed his mind and slowly flew over the village.

In an instant, a brilliant green glow burst out from the point of light, almost illuminating the misty forest.

I saw that in the green halo, the scene hidden in the darkness slowly emerged.

At this time, a large black cloud in the village was overwhelming, and the black gas formed a huge cloud cover, blocking Zhuangzi from the outside world!

This is the culprit who caused the disappearance of the village, and under the cover of darkness, the black clouds and the dark forces merged to form a kind of prohibition that firmly covered the village.

"A small Dark Age summoned by the power of the Great Lord!"

The monk was well-informed, and he could break the origin of this black cloud at a glance:

"In this dark age, the village has been blocked, and the interior has become the territory of the dark undead." His face was solemn, and there was a bit of worry in his eyes:

"No wonder Edward didn't hear such a big movement in the church before."

Obviously, because of this shrouded in the Dark Age summoned by the Great Lord, the two sides seemed to be completely divided by the power of darkness, and they couldn't sense each other's whereabouts at all, nor could they receive each other's calls for help.

What's more, under such a crisis, everyone is trapped by the undead, and even if they receive a call for help, I am afraid they will not be able to take care of themselves.

The church was also in danger before, if it weren't for Song Qingxiao's action at the critical moment, he killed the undead and got out of trouble with thunder, the longer the four of them were trapped in the church, the more consumption would be.

And this level is only the first lord that everyone has encountered not long after entering the Misty Forest.

"To be able to form such a dark power shroud, the power of the Great Lord behind it is already extremely terrifying."

The monk's tone was very heavy, with a kind of apprehension:

"The only way to enter it is to break this dark age with great power." Otherwise, even if you go down the ladder, you will be lost in the abyss of darkness and corrupted by the power of darkness.

He began to flip through the thick book he was holding in his hand again:

"It stands to reason that such a dark force can only be driven away by a powerful power of light."

It's a pity that among the six saints, the person with the body of pure light is the saint Sai Ji.

But now the Holy Maiden is besieged in the Dark Age, and with her strength, I am afraid that she will not be able to break through this thick dark realm.

"I hope that the four of us can gather the strength of the four of us to break this dark age as soon as possible, and I also hope that they can hold out for a while longer to protect those believers......"

The monk said this, and he was a little hopeless.

There are a total of 23 people trapped in the Dark Age, and all of them are survivors of the train, except for the Three Saints and a red-haired man number four.

They had no strength or magic, and they were trapped in the darkness, and the monks couldn't even think about whether they would be alive after a long time.

It's just that this is not the time to be depressed, as soon as his voice fell, the swordsman had already poured his fighting energy into the giant sword.

A dazzling light burst out from the giant sword in an instant, and the powerful energy impacted the surrounding black qi, forming a 'whirring' wind, forcing the elves and monks to involuntarily take half a step back!

"Drink!" With a loud shout, he swung the giant sword that seemed to weigh hundreds of catties with the blessing of the halo, and slashed it out with force:

"Break it for me!"

The swift air currents blew the long golden hair that was slightly curly of the sword qi into a random fly, and in his roar, the fighting qi turned into a ray of light and shone out, hitting the black mist with a 'boom'.

The outer layer of mist was cut by the fighting qi, and it was like a black curtain being torn out of a slender mouth in the roll.

The faces of the elf and the monk showed a look of joy, and before the two could speak, they saw that the next moment the fighting spirit was quickly engulfed by the black qi that had reacted.

The bright light was swallowed up by the darkness again, and the torn slit squirmed and closed again.

'Ho-ho-'

In the darkness, there seemed to be countless ill-intentioned laughter of ghosts.

As if stimulated by the fighting spirit, the surrounding black fog once again overlapped and converged the middle of the black qi, firmly covering it, as if a thin shield had been blessed for the Dark Age!

"The power of darkness has grown."

The swordsman's attack was fruitless, and the aftermath of the fighting spirit had not yet subsided, and he gritted his teeth, as if he was about to brew a second wave of attacks.

The monk sighed, and the thick magic book was spread out, and the light inside shone out, forming an incomparably large circle of light above his head.

With a large amount of light mapping, criss-crossing light began to appear within the aperture, forming a magic circle in an instant, dispelling the darkness around it.

'Roar! ’

A roar like a giant beast came from the huge magic light array, and then the light of the magic array began to shake rapidly, and the wind raged around it!

In the midst of the raging wind, the middle of the magic array began to surge like water ripples, and a strange giant mouth covered with dark brown scales emerged from it.

'Whew-'

A large breath erupted from the two huge nostrils above the corners of the mouth, like the sigh of a ferocious beast, and the burrowed head was still for a moment, and then an earth-shattering roar came, and a terrifying huge head came out of it!

'Roar! ’

As soon as the beast's head came out, it opened its mouth and let out a loud shout.

The storm spewed out of its mouth with a fishy smell, and the thick mucus followed its mouth like a silk between its jagged teeth, implicating the two rows of white fangs above and below it.

The terrible coercion spread from its body, and the wind that blew 'woo' formed an air current, hitting the body of the Three Saints standing below violently.

'Boom, boom! ’

The statues and churches on the ground and not far away began to tremble under this force, and the dry bones scattered on the ground that had been sucked dry of yin qi 'clanged' and rolled, like rolled leaves, 'booming' into the air.

"Dragon!" The moment the elf saw this giant beast appear, his eyes first instinctively showed horror, and then when he saw the magic array, his expression was relieved.

When Song Qingxiao heard him shout the word 'dragon', he couldn't help but think of the skeleton dragon that tore the train apart earlier.

Compared to the dead skeleton dragon, the dragon summoned by the magic book in front of him was slightly superior to the skeleton dragon in terms of momentum, coercion, and breath.

The monk did not seem to hear the conversation between the two, but was immersed in the incantation.

The more his incantation was pronounced, the aura of the magic circle expanded, and the dragon's head finally came out, followed by a long body, and a sharp foot that had been scratched out.

The magic array that absorbed the power of the monk expanded larger and larger, and the dragon's claws tore the formation apart, and with a single drill, most of the body came out with wings.

It spread its wings, its body almost several feet wide, completely covering the halo of light from the magic array above its head.

At the same time, Song Qingxiao found that a palm-sized dragon-shaped phantom also appeared on the magic book held by the monk in his hand, and when he turned it hard, he seemed to want to fly away with the dragon above his head.

It's a pity that the dense words on the book form a special charm, like a circle of chains, trapping it in the book and unable to break free.

Most of the dragon's body was free, and as soon as it emerged from the constraints of the magic circle, it turned its huge head and stared at the monk below.

At this glance, its eyes flashed with murderous intent, and it immediately raised its head and let out a sharp hiss, and rushed down with a flap of its wings!

The shadow cover pressed down, and the swordsmen and elves standing below seemed to return to the fear of being dominated by the dragon back then, and subconsciously put on a fighting posture.

The monk didn't dodge, he just closed his eyes and thought.

The swooping dragon was about to rush to the ground, only two or three meters high from the four of them, when the magic array above his head suddenly contracted.

The long tail it left in the array was clamped, and as soon as the magic array shrank, under the suppression of the power, its body bones made a 'crackling' sound, and its body size instantly shrank by half.

'Whew-'

The dragon's mouth let out a painful hiss, and even so, its body was like a small mountain, and the force of the flapping of one wing swooped down—

This power seemed to be affected by the monk's mental power, and it could not hurt his teammates at all, and it passed directly through the four of them, hitting the ground with a 'boom', causing the stone drill underground to make a 'click' cracking sound.

The ground began to shake and fold like a twitched carpet, cracks tore the stairs apart, and the stone steps arched and broken, and then 'boomed' and slid down, and in an instant they were completely destroyed.

The dragon's body shrank smaller and smaller, and a large number of strange words appeared on the magic array, and the light of those words reflected on the dragon's body, and the incantations formed by the chains arranged side by side were seared around the dragon's body.

It let out a bitter roar, and after a long time the monk raised his head:

"Go tear through the darkness!"

As soon as his command fell, the dragon, still angry, let out an unwilling roar, but the next moment the light of the words became brighter, and a piercing red light poured out from the dragon's scale armor, like a red-hot soldering iron.

It screamed even more fiercely, and in pain it did not dare to refute again, and immediately flapped its wings and flew into the air.

After a while, it obediently turned its head and flew out in the direction the monk had pointed.

The long tail dragged an afterimage in the air, 'Drink Goo-'

A strange tone came out of its mouth, its mouth opened, a magic circle formed, and—

'Boom-'

Billowing flames erupted from its mouth like erupting magma rocks, enveloping the dark mist that had trapped the lodge in an instant.

The firelight lit up the night sky of the Misty Forest, and the temperature soared in an instant with the sound of 'booming' flames, and a heat wave swept in, as if it was about to involve several people.

"Don't worry, this dragon magic can't hurt us." The monk stopped chanting, his tone indescribably tired.

After this magic, it seemed that most of the power in his body was instantly drained, making his whole person look a little sluggish under the reflection of the firelight.

He was anxious to break through the blockade of the Dark Age, rendezvous with his teammates, and rescue everyone intact, so he didn't dare to hide his strength at the first time, but instead used his strongest means - summoning the dragon.

Under the churning flames, the black qi was forced back, and the magic of this giant dragon was far more powerful than the fighting spirit of the swordsman.