This sound was like thunder, and it frightened the swordsman who had accumulated a lot of strength and was about to cut it out.

He was keenly aware that a slender and slender hand was grabbing his back, he was wearing armor, and after having a fighting qi body, the armor formed the most solid defense, and it was impossible for anyone to break it easily.

But the hand without magical power effortlessly broke through the defense of the fighting spirit and grabbed him.

The swordsman instantly felt a powerful force dragging him back, and the 'arrow tip' array formed by the three saints was suddenly broken, and Song Qing replaced the swordsman and appeared where he should have been standing.

"What ...... to do"

The swordsman, who had always been silent, changed his face in an instant, and before he finished speaking, he was dragged behind him by Song Qingxiao, and his back slammed into the coffin that bounced up.

He didn't have time to complain, the coffin seemed to sense the fresh flesh and blood on his body, and it was erected with a 'boom' and slammed into him.

'Whoa'

A terrible and high-pitched birdsong suddenly sounded, and a black shadow mixed with a hideous and terrifying grimace rushed in front of the trio.

Song Qingxiao's actions disrupted the calculations of the Three Saints, and the undead spirits transformed by the elves after their death were extremely terrifying, and the faint smell of decay mixed with the resentment of being cursed and dying turned into a monstrous yin qi, rushing towards several people.

A necromantic face loomed in the billowing black mist, and the monks and elves were shocked by the loss of the swordsman-centric main battle.

It's just that they have a lot of combat experience after all, and they quickly calmed down after the initial horror.

This was not the time to accuse his teammates, the elf reacted the fastest, and with a flick of his wrist, the lamp of the mind he 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, the monk saw out of the corner of his eye that the black mist had come near.

Song Qingxiao took the place of the swordsman, and was the first to be attacked by the resentful spirits in the black mist.

The blessing of the holy light cast by the saint on her body instantly dimmed under the onslaught of this yin qi, and the monk's heart rose to his throat, hoping that she could withstand the blow and leave a small life.

A pair of pitch-black ghost hands poked out of the black mist and grabbed Song Qingxiao.

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

"It's over!"

Except for the swordsman who had his back to a few people and gritted his teeth and held the coffin, the elves and monks all saw this scene, but because their bodies were not as strong as the swordsmen, they could not help in time, and this thought came to their hearts.

A trace of unbearability flashed in the monk's eyes, and he opened the book randomly, and before he could recite the incantation, he saw that Song Qingxiao had already moved.

The screams expected by the two did not come, but Song Qingxiao raised her hand and accurately grabbed the two ghost claws that were reaching over and trying to gouge out her heart.

'Click-'

She seemed to fold her hands casually, and the two withered black palms that poked out were like two brittle tree trunks, which she easily snapped.

The power of the undead didn't seem to affect her, and she lifted one of her long legs, bent her knees, and kicked it out with all her might.

'Bang! ’

The corpse hidden in the black mist kicked in the toe kick, with a sharp ghost roar, the corpse and the black mist were vigorously kicked away by her, and the volley flew out of the air.

The strong force enveloped the involuntary Yin corpse, hitting the bouncing coffin, forming a huge wind whirlwind, and the 'boom' shot backwards against the stone wall of the church.

Under the infinite force, the corpse and several coffins hit the stone wall, and the coffin shattered, and more black gas and corpses fell out of it.

The black qi that was hit by Song Qing's small power splashed on the stone wall with a 'boom', and the smoke flew away, revealing the body wrapped in a black spider corpse inside.

'Click! ’

The remnants of the power overflowed along the body of the Yin corpse, and a pit about seven or eight meters in diameter was knocked out around the stone wall, and countless criss-crossing cracks spread out from the recessed pit in all directions.

The church withstood the impact of this force, and the building let out a 'boom' and shook wildly.

'Quack-'

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

The pecking sound of 'tuk-tuk, 'titicaca' was suddenly replaced by the sound of messy flapping wings, mixed with the afterglow of the shaking of the church, as if a small earthquake had occurred.

The mottled sun-shaped copper lamp hanging overhead began to shake gently, and the parts of the lamp body made a 'click' sound when they collided.

Countless tiny pieces of sand, gravel and mud fell one after another, like a small rain.

Half of the body of the Yin corpse kicked out by Song Qingxiao was stuck into the stone wall, and the cracks formed under the destruction of the powerful force not only tore the stone wall apart, but also tore the body of the Yin corpse.

Its hideous body snapped and snapped, and its upper body, which was still struggling and squirming, fell down with a 'bang' with the sound of bones breaking.

“……”

The terrifying power of this blow was so terrifying that the monks and elves were stunned.

It was only with the loud sound of coffins shattering around the church, and more undead souls trapped in coffins coming out, and the two quickly came back to their senses amid the roars one after another.

"Be careful!"

The elf was the first to speak a reminder.

Song Qingxiao's strength was so great that it was an unexpected surprise for the three saints who underestimated her.

But from their experience, the two men knew that the undead were not so easy to deal with.

While speaking, the Yin corpse whose body was broken in half did not completely lose its movement, but the moment its body fell, its twisted arm moved again.

'Click——! ’

The two wrist bones that were broken by Song Qingxiao made a sound of bones rubbing, and the two black claws that fell down poked out and plunged into the stone wall with a 'poof'.

In the squirming of the black qi, the broken bones were connected, and the sound of 'click, click' continued, and the twisted arm quickly returned to its previous state.

After it was half-folded, its hanging head slowly lifted, its face was covered in spider silk, and it was impossible to see its facial features, but Song Qingxiao still felt its resentment quickly locked onto his body.

The strangest thing was not only the movement of the undead, but the cracks around its stone walls that had been slammed apart, and the cracks that crisscrossed like spider webs seemed to have made noise.

Countless black smoke poured out of it, and the cracks seemed to 'move'.

Each crack seemed to turn into a bent leg, and the long crack turned into seven or eight long tails in an instant, and in the huge pit that was hit in the middle, a huge giant spider's body 'stood up' from above.

The black shadow turned into a huge black spider, and after it took shape, it raised its long legs, turned its head, opened its mouth, and let out a terrifying roar - the school bag

'Drink-'

"Shadow Spider!"

The monk was well-informed, and seemed to recognize the identity of the giant spider at once, and let out an exclamation.

The elves and the swordsman, who was struggling to compete with the power of the coffin, shuddered when they heard this.

The swordsman didn't care about anything else, he put his long sword across his chest, exerted all his strength, and forcefully slammed the coffin that came from the collision.

"Shadow Spider?" The name seemed to irritate him so much that he didn't even care that there was a threat behind him, he couldn't be distracted, and instinctively turned his head.

A huge giant spider with a diameter of more than six meters crawled on the stone wall, looking at the four of them.

Each of the enormous long legs was the thickness of a grown man's thigh, and it shone like the scythe of the legendary Grim Reaper.

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 had been filled, as if it had not been damaged before.

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

Although the strength of her kick out was only fifty percent, it was a little strange that the Yin corpse, which had only been formed for about ten days, could withstand such a blow without dying.

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

They thrive on the broken cracks in the stone walls, and when they appear, they seem to suck up all the damage to the stone walls of the church, which surprises her.

It's just that after the initial surprise, Song Qingxiao quickly regained his calm.

Anyway, for her, whether it is a giant spider of inexplicable origin or these awakened undead, although it is a little strange and troublesome, it is also likely to be related to the rich yin qi here.

Not only does she have a strong confidence in her own strength, but she also has the Qing Ying Order in hand, which happens to be dedicated to these yin evils.

"What is a Shadow Spider?"

Although Song Qing was cautious and confident, she did not act rashly, but first asked the monk for the details of this 'Shadow Demon Spider'.

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

The blessing of the Holy Light on her body had completely dissipated, but the powerful destructive power caused by the kick she had kicked earlier was firmly reflected in the monk's heart.

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

Hearing her question, the monk glanced around and cautiously explained:

"This is a type of dark curse magic, and it can only be used by undead leaders at least the level of the Great Lord."

The situation was urgent, and the monk made a long story short:

"They manipulate the darkness and use the faint light source, whether it is the ground or the wall, as long as there are cracks or light and shadow patterns, similar to the shadow of dark creatures, they will summon dark creatures."

It's an extremely strange and venomous form of magic, and the creatures that come out of it are incredibly powerful and under the control of the High Lord.

As long as there is shadow and destruction, these dark creatures will come in an endless stream and besiege them.

"We didn't expect that in such a small village, there would be a big lord-level existence."

The monk's face was full of bitterness, in order to form a great lord-level existence, he needed at least a strong dark qi to nourish him.

In addition, it also takes time to cultivate, even if the misty forest is the most corrupted by the dark power, it should take hundreds of years to nourish such a terrifying existence at the level of a great lord.

It was precisely because of the difficulty of forming dark creatures at the Great Lord level that the monk did not associate the situation here with the dark creatures at the Great Lord level at all.

It wasn't until the formation of the Shadow Spider that he came to his senses.

"Careless!"

The swordsman also frowned, and spoke succinctly.

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

"We need to rush back to the village and join Edward and the others."

The strength of the three saints complemented each other, and Song Qingxiao was not weak, but the monk felt that with the strength of only four people, he might not be able to entangle with the cunning lord who had already given birth to spiritual wisdom and was hiding in the shadows.

The power of magic is extraordinary, and this place is shrouded in darkness, like the home of dark creatures, which instantly increases their attack power by at least thirty percent.

On the contrary, the Three Saints come from the 'Light' faction, and their power is controlled under the dark territory, but they cannot fully exert their strength.

The most important thing is that the swordsman is a power attack, and although the elf is barely a dual cultivation of magic and martial arts, he is not specialized in magic.

Although the monk can cast dragon magic, he is not completely sure that he can scatter these undead unharmed, and pull out and kill the great lord hidden in the shadows.

This place is still far from the Abyss Territory, and he needs to save a certain amount of strength, and he can't consume too much at this time, so that the incident of sealing the 'Moon' Sage when he gets it will be unexpected.

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

"It's too late." When Song Qingxiao heard this, he probably figured out the origin of the Shadow Demon Spider, and then he knew it in his heart.

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

"Do you think we have such a big movement here that the people in the village can't hear it?"

The monk who was about to speak was stunned.

'Quack-quack-'

The frenzied screaming of the crows, the terrible sound, the resurrection of the undead in the coffin, and the terrifying movement made by Song Qingxiao when he kicked the undead before, all these sounds converged to form a powerful sound wave.

The size of the village is not large, and the church is located in the village only separated by a square and more than 20 staircases.

In such a short distance, and in the dead of night, the team led by the Three Saints, led by Edward, Sage, and Raphael, must have already heard the movement of the church.

Under normal circumstances, they heard the strange noise of the church, sensed the fluctuations of the yin qi here, and sensed that something was wrong, they should have known that their companions were in danger.

It stands to reason that they should have their hands free to come to their aid.

And Edward didn't move at this time, if they didn't hear the noise, if they heard the noise and didn't come—

"Something happened to them, too—" the elf let out a long sigh.