Chapter 352 is coming

Song Qing was cautious and regretful, but such a result had long been expected by her.

The black star totem in the center of the altar formed a huge vortex of black qi at this time, and the necromancer was in the vortex.

The upper half of his body had appeared, and the lower half of his body was nothing, and his robes woven of black mist fluttered with the hurricane of spiritual power, and his eyes that flashed with ghostly fire showed a look of contempt and indifference.

Song Qingxiao didn't expect that the necromancer would be such a half-length statue.

Just as she was surprised, she was shocked to find that the spiritual power around her had begun to change!

The huge energy that was still cutting and pushing her body before began to swarm into the middle of the black hole as if she had been inexplicably inexplicably inspired.

The powerful spiritual power and death qi were all sucked into the abyss, and after entering the black mist, these incomparable energies gradually turned into the outline of the lower body of the necromancer!

The spiritual power in Song Qingxiao's body began to boil, surging out along the veins like a big flood.

A huge suction tugged at her body, like a pair of invisible hands, trying to pull her into the abyss.

From the beginning she tried to get close to the center of the altar, but now she tried to hold herself steady and not be sucked into the abyss.

The elastic band that tied her hair on the back of her head snapped under the cutting of spiritual power, and bounced out of her body in midair, but in the blink of an eye, it was cut and shattered by spiritual power, turned into dust, and was sucked into a black hole.

Her hair flew forward, covering almost her entire face!

The line of sight was blocked, Song Qingxiao's ears only heard two soft sounds, 'bang, bang', the seventh lying on the edge of the altar and the number one behind her at this time, under this strong suction, the whole person was directly sucked onto the altar, the incident happened suddenly, and before the two of them could react at all, the two of them flew straight in the direction of the necromancer!

At the last moment, Song Qingxiao held his breath, and in the suction of this storm, he stretched out a hand like lightning and dragged the No. 7 tail flying at the front in his hand!

"Stop!"

She let out a loud cry from her mouth, and the spiritual power in her body poured into her arm, forcibly stopping the footsteps that had been slid forward by the No. 7 belt for about thirty or forty centimeters!

Song Qingxiao stabilized his body, and then grabbed the No. 7 tail and used it as a long whip for a round.

Poor No. 7 didn't react yet, he only felt a sharp pain in his tail, and a lot of scales were dragged off by Song Qingxiao, but under the strong wind, he couldn't even open his mouth, and he couldn't say the bitterness.

The whole person was spinning in the sky, and in the violent impact sound of 'bang', her body flying in mid-air collided with the number one that was sucked by the necromancer!

'Click, click' bone breaking sounds sounded one after another, but fortunately, after the snake of the seventh, the body was soft, and the two did not suffer more.

Otherwise, under this violent impact, I am afraid that both lives will be lost!

But Rao is like this, No. 7 is still not lightly injured, No. 1 broke several ribs, and Song Qingxiao forcibly made the force of the two collisions just counteract the strong suction from the abyss.

As soon as she struck a blow, she immediately let go of the hand that was holding the long tail of No. 7, and the two unlucky ghosts No. 1 and No. 7 fell to a distance of about ten meters from the abyss of the altar with a bang, bang, bang, and fell a few steps before they stopped.

Poor No. 1 was dizzy and felt as if his internal organs were about to be shaken out, and his ribs were broken and pressed against his lungs, making every gasp of his breath extremely painful.

The sky swirled around, and a bloody breath rushed straight to his throat.

But at this time, the suction power had not subsided, and the figures of the two people who fell out eased slightly, and began to slide towards the middle again.

Song Qingxiao's eyes were cold, his fists clenched, and when he saw the two of them sliding over again, he was unceremonious at the moment, and stretched out his legs and kicked them out!

This kick hit No. 1 in the thigh, and the bodies of No. 1 and No. 7 slid out a few steps like arrows off the string under gravity.

"Whew!"

No. 1 was kicked and let out a cry of pain.

The next No. 1 only felt a sharp pain in his thigh, and the three souls and seven spirits that had been separated from the body returned to their places under this pain, and the consciousness that had been in a trance since the appearance of the necromancer was much more awake.

He reacted and only felt that his body was still sliding to the middle, the wind in his ears was 'whooshing', Song Qingxiao's figure was blocking in front of him, he 'bang' hit Song Qingxiao's calf, from her clenched fist, No. 1 guessed Song Qingxiao's next move, and immediately moaned and begged for mercy:

"Don't ......"

"Humph!" Song Qing snorted coldly, her own situation was very bad at this time, if she wasn't afraid that these two people would die, enhance the ability of the necromancer, on the altar, she would bear the brunt of it, if she fought alone, she might soon suffer, and she didn't want to come to the rescue.

"Don't play dead when you wake up!"

She gritted her teeth and whispered.

In the middle of the altar, the mutation occurred again.

The abyss under the necromancer's body, which was originally transformed by the black star totem, began to shrink slowly after the necromancer appeared, and the spiritual power began to fade at a rapid speed, and even the huge suction began to weaken.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, No. 7 put his claws on the ground, and after he came to his senses, he forcibly endured the feeling of internal organs being overwhelmed, raised his long tail, and swept away in the direction of the center of the altar with a roar!

Necromancy's power tossed the scales off her long tail, and Seven opened his mouth in agony, 'sizzling' his tongue.

The long tail swept through the blockade of death and spiritual power, and headed straight for the necromancer's legs.

When Song Qingxiao saw this scene, he was about to kick the No. 1 who hit his calf, and his heart tightened.

The long tail of No. 7 had already touched the black mist, and emotionally speaking, Song Qingxiao certainly hoped that she could succeed and kill the necromancer.

But intellectually speaking, she vaguely felt that it was not easy for No. 7 to succeed.

The dark green snake tail was like a giant whip, 'whoosh' pulled away the black mist, and when it touched the necromancer's calf, the long tail seemed to only sweep the air, sweeping under the necromancer's empty paint, bringing up a large stream of black mist that was knocked away by the impact, and fell to the ground with a 'snap'.

The abyss in the center of the altar squirmed and closed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally turned into a cloud of necromantic power, surging down the necromancer's knees, turning into legs obscured by the black mist, and standing on the ground!

In an instant, a strong necromantic aura centered on the altar and slammed towards the stairs and square, and the ground began to 'buzz' and tremble after being subjected to too much dead qi, making it almost difficult for everyone on the stairs to stand firm under this impact.

"I,"

The necromancer has fully appeared, two points of ghost fire flickered in the black mist, he raised an arm, the black mist moved and conjured a ghost claw, and the fingertips hooked:

"Here we are."

As soon as this declaration was issued, it clearly entered the consciousness of every undead spirit in the square, who was alive or had already died, but who refused to rest in peace.

On the top of the stairs, the army of the undead let out a deafening 'click' sound in unison the moment they heard the necromancer's declaration, as if they were trembling because of the presence of their master.