Song Qingxiao closed her eyes and sensed, probably because the stars here were absorbed by her, and the looming dead qi around her was still there, but the aura was far less rich than before.

It was pitch black overhead, as if a thick cloud was pressing, and with the flickering of a few stars cast a shaky shadow on the altar.

"Gone, gone?"

No. 1 was sweating profusely, and after saying this in one breath, he turned his stiff neck again, and looked around, but he did not find the shadow of the undead legion, and listened carefully, but he didn't know that the skeleton approaching the altar left him a heavy shadow, which made him feel the wind and noise, and he always felt that there seemed to be a faint sound in his head when the skeleton walked.

Five, six, and seven were all scarred and gasping for breath on the altar.

One listened nervously for a while, then got up and climbed to the edge of the altar to look down, and was relieved to make sure that the 'click, click' sound was not the arrival of the Skeleton Legion.

He glanced at Song Qingxiao weakly, his eyes were complicated, full of fear, vigilance and envy.

Although I don't know how she did it, the previous scene of the starlight and necromancer being inhaled into Song Qingxiao's body was seen by No. 1 and No. 7.

She obviously got a great benefit from this trial, and the disappearance of the skeleton army should have nothing to do with her.

Although it was thanks to her that everyone was able to escape death, No. 1 couldn't help but feel a little sour and jealous when he thought of those majestic energies.

However, Song Qingxiao's strong strength made him dare not have the slightest covetousness, and at such a point, No. 1 also completely strangled the 14,000 points after the completion of the trial, just to escape from the horror camp safely and smoothly and survive.

Everyone rested for a while, and Song Qingxiao also took this opportunity to sense the stars released.

The stars were like her outstretched eyes, and through the light of the stars, she could see the whole picture of the altar of the dead.

This unexpected array of stars was truly wonderful, but unfortunately it was not a good time for her to study it in detail.

Song Qingxiao slowly ran the Divine Extermination Technique, and those stars released from the outside turned into points of light one after another and leaned towards her, submerging into her body one after another.

One or two percent of the spiritual power was recovered within the veins, Song Qingxiao remembered the previous scene when the 'God Destroying Technique' in her body was out of control, and she remembered the strange suction power coming from the divine soul, and inspected the spiritual sea with her divine sense, and the Yuan Shen she condensed in it was still there, and she didn't feel weird anywhere in her body.

But there may indeed be a problem with the 'God Destroying Technique', but it's a pity that this thing was exchanged from the trial space, and the wealth didn't dare to be revealed, so she didn't even dare to ask anyone.

I can only endure it for the time being, and look at the clues later.

She rested for a while, then got back to her feet, and the other trialists and fugitives beside her lay down for a while, relieved.

The fugitives who had survived the death lay on the altar, weeping silently.

"What the hell is going on here?" Song Qingxiao asked, "Now that we are like this, can we count as having opened the door of escape from the Altar of the Undead?" ”

She took two steps forward, looking down from the altar, the stairs were clean, not only the skeletons were gone, but even the bodies of the fugitives who had died on the stairs had disappeared.

There was no blood, not even the smell of blood in the air, as if the previous siege of the undead army was just a hallucination of everyone.

But Song Qingxiao always felt that those skeletons did not disappear completely like necromancers, but they didn't know where they were turned because of the reversal of the stars.

"If the door to escape has been opened, where is the way out?"

As she spoke, she turned her head sideways, patiently waiting for the fugitive's response.

"We're stuck," she stood for a long time, before an agitated survivor struggled to get up, "...... Terror battalion, I don't know, how many years ......"

The person who spoke was an elderly man, and the reason he was able to climb the stairs and survive to this point was probably because of the other survivors.

Song Qingxiao turned around, his eyes met him, his face was full of folds, and there was a lot of dirt accumulated on it, and under the washing of tears, his face looked black and gray one by one.

He shouldn't have spoken often, and his expression looked a little strange and hesitant when he opened his mouth, and when Song Qingxiao looked at him, he instinctively lowered his head to avoid this gaze, but he forced himself to muster up the courage to look at him.

When the other trialists heard the words 'Camp of Terror', they all came to their senses.

From entering the trial to the present, he was chased and killed in the tunnel at first, then encountered a two-headed dog, a giant, and strayed into the altar of the dead, and almost died here, and it was only at this point that he really heard the characters in the trial mention important news related to the mission.

No. 1 also endured the pain in his body, got up from the ground, and hurriedly spoke:

"Don't fix the useless! Where is the exit here, and how far do we have to escape......"

The question he was going to ask was exactly what the other trialists were thinking.

As soon as No. 1's voice fell, No. 5, who had recovered his body, and No. 6, who looked weak, both sat up involuntarily and stared at the old man with his mouth open.

Song Qingxiao's eyes swept over No. 1, her expression was calm, without killing intent or threat, but No. 1 was seen by her, but she was cold, and the remaining words she wanted to ask were blocked in her throat, and after letting out a dry cough, she forcibly swallowed it again.

At this time, no one laughed at No. 1's cowardice, Song Qingxiao's strength was obvious to all, and at this time, everyone couldn't think of going against her.

She stopped Number One with a look, walked to the old man's side, sat cross-legged on the ground, and then asked:

"You go on."

For some reason, Song Qingxiao faintly felt that this mission was not so simple.

The totem at the top of the altar is gone, and the altar is circular in shape, surrounded by stairs, making it almost impossible to discern the bearing.

This situation should not be accidental, but most likely profound.

The tips for this trial were straightforward and clear, but the road was extremely dangerous, and the slightest mistake could lead to great consequences, so she had to be cautious.

If the mark she made after she asked for the arrow from No. 1 is the point of view, the road from the drawbridge belongs to the east, and the direction of the altar of the dead on the opposite side belongs to the west.

When she was opposite the necromancer, she should be standing in a southeast-facing position, but after absorbing the necromancer and reversing the stars, she seemed to change direction.

It's a pity that everyone was at a life-and-death juncture at that time, both chaotic and urgent, and the totems on the ground and the traces of the fight disappeared, so they could not be used as a basis for judgment.