Once the undead bird entered the realm, it was as if it was caught in an invisible net.

As Song Qing's domain shrank, the bird suddenly couldn't maintain its huge size, turned into a cloud of black mist, and rushed left and right in the field!

But no matter how much it struggled, the word 'Lin' trapped it firmly.

The Nine-Character Secret Order is indeed useful for such a thing transformed by energy, Song Qingxiao's heart moved, and once again released a wave of spiritual power, and the field formed by the 'Lin' character technique shrank smaller and smaller, and cold smoke began to rise from the black mist trapped inside.

After a while, the black mist was frozen into a black ice ball the size of a ping pong ball, and as Song Qing loosened the field, the ice ball floating in mid-air fell rapidly, and she caught it in her palm with a 'snap'.

She eliminated one of the birds summoned by the necromancer, and this success gave her some confidence to deal with the necromancer.

But after this consumption, the spiritual power in her body was only three or four percent left.

If this continues, I am afraid that before I can touch the necromancer's side, I will be exhausted, and I will have to wait for death on the altar.

"One, seven." She shook the puck and said loudly:

"Draw these birds away and hold them back for a while."

The scene when she killed the blackbird earlier was seen by the number one who was fleeing, and she tried to run towards her with a smile, but she didn't expect that her footsteps had just moved, and she heard Song Qingxiao's command.

No. 1 was stunned for a moment, it was just this trance-like effort, the blackbird chasing him reached forward with both paws, stretched out his vest, and grabbed several bloody holes in his back with the sound of 'brushing'!

"Shhh No. 1's legs trembled, his mouth let out a cry of pain, and even though cold sweat poured out, he didn't dare to stay carelessly, and kept rushing forward.

Neither he nor Seven could restrain such creatures, and were almost in the position of being beaten but unable to fight back in front of the flock.

Fortunately, No. 1 is okay, because of the ability, the speed is extremely fast, and it can barely hold on at this time.

Seven was miserable, she was almost in a one-sided state of beating after the beast, the ground was full of dark green snake scales, and the altar was mottled with blood.

Her long braids turned into small snakes that were caught, and broken snakes could be seen crawling everywhere in the pool of blood, and after a while, they turned into strands of hair, mixed with blood.

Number Seven howled miserably, obviously in great pain.

There are also two or three blackbirds hovering overhead, trying to find their prey.

In such a situation, it is already very difficult to avoid being chased by an undead bird, let alone taking the initiative to attract the attention of a few more undead birds.

Even if No. 1 knew that Song Qing said this, it should be that she wanted to concentrate on dealing with the necromancer, but when it came to the end, No. 1 just wanted to learn from No. 6's previous miserable shout:

"Who can withstand this?"

Before he finished speaking, Song Qingxiao had already stepped in the direction of the necromancer, and as soon as she moved, several undead birds waiting for the opportunity above her head flew in her direction.

As soon as Song Qingxiao raised his hand, a black ice hockey ball in his hand flew out in the direction of No. 1.

The chasing birds of the undead subconsciously pounced along the ice ball, and when No. 1 saw this, he was frightened and howled:

"Three, your uncle!"

There was wind under his feet, and at this time, he only hated that his father and mother had two legs, and he ran wildly around the altar, and his body turned into a remnant wind.

Four or five undead birds chased No. 1 away, and there were few people in the way, Song Qingxiao pinched his handprint and said in his mouth when he stepped towards the necromancer:

"Solid as a rock, solid!"

As soon as the word 'person' came out, the spiritual power turned into golden mang, enveloping her.

Song Qing knew in her heart that the necromancer was different from the bird she had frozen before, and with her current strength, it would be extremely difficult to trap the necromancer entirely.

However, from the previous experience of dealing with the black bird, it seems that these birds and the necromancer are all composed of necromantic energy, and have no body, and only by 'slicing' their bodies and breaking them apart can they be defeated.

She pulled out the dagger, covering it with her divine sense, and just as she was about to take a step forward, a black gas drilled out of the necromancer's fingertips, turned into a flexible rope, and bound her body!

When he was about to touch her body, she raised her hand and cut it!

The dagger was sharpened with divine sense, cutting the rope of black mist in two.

The necromancer's fingertips moved slightly, and the broken rope immediately turned into several sharp blades that flew in the air, slashing at her!

Under the blessing of the word 'person', the spiritual power in Song Qingxiao's body turned into a brilliant golden mang, blocking all these black fog blades.

After the fog blade cut, it didn't seriously hurt her, only left a few superficial wounds on her body.

On the contrary, with the help of the nine-character secret order, she took two more steps forward, and was only one step away from the necromancer.

She let the fog blade cut through her, grabbing the dagger and swinging it vigorously in the direction of the necromancer.

The necromancer raised his head, his eyes flickering with ghostly fire, a few fingers moving, and a twisted chain drilled out of his palm at great speed.

As soon as the chain came out, there was a 'sonorous' sound of Jin Ge crashing, and it was obvious that it had turned into a physical object enough to bind people, just like the flying bird.

As Song Qingxiao approached the necromancer's body, the coldness, fear, and the thick bloody aura around him turned into the breath of death, filling Song Qingxiao's perception.

Her eyes were obscured by a black mist, and the terrifying pressure from hell weighed heavily on her shoulders.

The air around her seemed to have become thinner all of a sudden, and there seemed to be countless unjust souls wailing and crying in the sea of consciousness, making her soul almost want to get out of her body!

At this moment, in the sound of 'clang', a black chain flew towards her in the thick fog, 'whooshing' the dagger that entwined her, and like a living snake, climbed along the dagger to her wrist.

The divine consciousness on the dagger was eaten away by this iron chain in an instant, cutting off the connection with Song Qingxiao.

The chain was contaminated with the breath of death, cold and abnormal, and as soon as it touched her skin, it caused a layer of goosebumps to involuntarily grow on her arm, and her entire wrist was entangled in the chain, and five points of strength were removed in an instant.

At the critical moment, Song Qingxiao waved his wrist and gently turned the dagger.

With the crisp sound of the bell, the sharp dagger cut through the iron chain wrapped around it.

The section of the iron chain that climbed on Song Qing's little wrist suddenly slid down as if it had lost its vitality and turned into black mist again.

When the sound of the chain being cut sounded, the necromancer seemed to be a little surprised, and finally turned his head that was slightly raised, and his 'gaze' fell on Song Qingxiao!

Once her wrist was free, her other hand grabbed the chain connected to the necromancer, and pulled the cold chain into the palm of her hand.

The necromancer's body was made up of a strong necromantic power, but the chain seemed to be a real thing.

As soon as Song Qingxiao grabbed the chain, she pulled it hard, and one end of the chain did not move at all, but she took a big step forward with the effect of this drag, facing the necromancer head-on.