Qing Ying Ling was often imprisoned in the soul by Song Qingxiao, and it was rare for him to appear.

Every time I appear, I can't wait to show my might and let my master take a good look.

However, Song Qing was careful and had scruples, and did not allow it to appear in the form of a demon soul, only allowing it to appear in the form of its body, which made its strength and momentum not really fully released.

But even so, the appearance of the Blue Immortal Order, and the shock it caused to the undead, were enough to shock the Three Saints.

'Boom'

The screaming and roaring undead in the church showed panicked expressions, and as the crows were scattered by the ice dragons, the noisy birdsong was replaced by the demonic laughter that lurked within the Blue Immortal Order.

A large group of demonic qi spread, and in the black mist, there seemed to be a face with countless grimaces looming, clustering one of the tokens, and the momentum was thousands-

"It's noisy!" The demonic sound permeated the ears, forming a powerful spiritual deterrent, stimulating all kinds of demonic thoughts in the depths of people's hearts, impacting the hearts of the Three Saints, and making them panic.

The three of them realized that the laughter was wrong and immediately tried to cover their ears with their hands, but found that it didn't work at all.

The wild laughter was pervasive, and seemed to be able to penetrate through all obstacles to invade their sea of consciousness.

Just as their consciousness was sniped, Song Qingxiao's soft snort pierced into their eardrums, dispelling the magic barrier formed by the laughter.

'-......Boom, Goo'

As soon as her voice fell, the wild smile came to an abrupt end.

It seemed to stop too fast, and I was choked and made a 'grunt' sound.

The demon soul that had been flying in the previous appearance was instantly quiet, and the laughter was completely suppressed, making the 'rustling' sound of the insect swarm crawling in the church particularly obvious.

The Three Saints, who had been devastated by the momentum of the Demon Soul, let go of their hands that were crushing their ears, and their faces were palpitating.

After the laughter stopped, the coercion that affected the fluctuations of several people's spirits dissipated instantly.

"Work."

As soon as Song Qingxiao said this, the monk noticed that there seemed to be a flash of black light on the token.

He didn't know anything about the secrets of magic, but with his super spiritual power, he sensed that there seemed to be power fluctuations coming from the token.

Then a scene that stunned the three of them appeared-

The 'howling' wind rose from the ground like a whirlwind cloud, rolling the black fog inside the church into a cloud and flying towards the token in mid-air.

There was a gray-black mist surging above the swarm of insects, and the long-tailed black spider that was still crawling rapidly before, the essence in its body seemed to be drained in an instant.

As the black qi gushed out, their bodies quickly turned white, and in the blink of an eye, they turned into a dry shell and shriveled down.

'Whew-' Countless crawling swarms were sucked dry, and they lost their 'vitality' and crawled on the ground.

Black qi poured in from all directions, and the swarm that had previously made the Three Saints jealous died in an instant.

The undead who were unwilling to roar with their teeth and claws in the previous were eager to dodge at this time, but as soon as the Qing Ying Order appeared, there was no room for them to dodge.

So the Three Saints saw the ghosts floating in all directions screaming and wailing, like the shadows that had been deformed by Song Qingxiaola before, one end seemed to be dragged by the Qing Ming Order, and the other was struggling hard.

The figure of the undead was stretched out of shape, but in the end, it could not compete with the power of the Qing Ying Order at all, and was sucked into the token.

As soon as their spirits were sucked away, their corpses quickly dried up and fell to ashes.

Not only inside the church, but also outside the church, the dozen or so undead who had just been resurrected crawled out of the grave quickly turned into yin qi and were sucked into the Qing Ying Order.

The corpses, deprived of the support of the dark spirits, 'plopped, plopped' turned into dried corpses and fell down, scattered outside the church.

The token looted the entire church, and the previously ghostly church instantly lost its previous eerie feeling.

“……”

The swordsman's greatsword was still across his chest, in a defensive posture.

The faces of the elves and monks showed a look of astonishment, they had expected to face a bitter battle after being surrounded by the undead, but they did not expect the battle to end too quickly, which was really much unexpected for them, so that the three of them could not react for a long time.

All the dark air has been sucked out, the darkness that has been corroded by the dead has gradually receded, and the stone walls of the church are like the beach that has receded from the tide, slowly revealing its original color.

After the yin qi was cleared, the black qi inside the church faded and regained a few traces of visibility, and the church appeared much brighter under the light of the elven tree summoned by the elven power seed.

"Just ......"

The monk felt that what had just happened was as if he was in a dream, and he glanced at the Qing Ming Ling floating in the air with a look of jealousy, and as soon as he spoke, he heard a strange sound of 'snort'.

"Be careful!"

Out of the corner of his eye, the swordsman caught a black shadow rushing out of the interior of the church, it might have sensed the danger of Song Qingxiao and Qing Mingling, and this swoop was towards the monk who was talking after letting down his vigilance.

At the moment when the swordsman shouted out his words, the monk opened the book, and was busy reciting the incantation, and the swordsman's long sword hurriedly slashed out with a fighting spirit—

The black shadow was as fast as lightning, and in the blink of an eye, it was already close to the monk.

'Ho'.

The monk's ears seemed to hear a fierce roar like a beast, and the fishy wind blew on his face, and as soon as the swordsman's long sword was slashed out, the fighting spirit turned into a white river, but he could no longer catch up with this black shadow.

He saw only bloody teeth in his eyes, was it a beast?

The thought had just crossed his mind, and the wind had already blown in his face.

Under the threat of death, the fine hairs on his face seemed to stand up, and his face was tense and stinging.

You might be bitten! His heart sank, and when he was about to cover his face with a book desperately, Song Qingxiao finally turned around.

As soon as she turned around, the monk felt as if the air around her had condensed.

Time seemed to stand still, the sound of the wind, the roar, and the sound of his own wheezing disappeared all at once, and only the huge mouth in front of him like a fierce beast was clearly visible.

The next second-

'Bang! ’

The bloody mouth seemed to have crashed into an invisible barrier, trapped inside, motionless, as if under a spell.

'Uh-' The wind whirled past the monk's ear, pulling back his life-and-death spirit.

'Whew, whew, whew!' ’

The monk came back to his senses and found a monstrous bloody corpse perched less than a fist away from where he had been standing.

The corpse was still in a violent posture, and its black-purple eyes widened widely, losing their luster as if they had been covered with a sticky film.

Its face was an eerie blue-purple color, with black veins floating out of it.

The mouth was wide open, four long, sharp fangs sticking out, and the rest of the teeth had mutated, like the jagged shape of a shark.

The corpse's shriveled hands were outstretched, and its fingers swelled, as if it was trying to trap him inside.

The fishy smell came to his nose, almost face-to-face with such a monster, and the monk reacted, and quickly retreated, 'kicking' a few steps back.

Breaking out of the confines of the corpse's arms, the aftermath of the death came to the surface, causing the monk's scalp to tingle and the monk gasping for breath.

"This is ......" He was almost attacked, and after he was lucky enough to pick up a life, he still had palpitations when he spoke, and after exhaling two breaths in a row, his expression seemed calm.

"Monks of the church."

This hideous and terrifying corpse was wearing the robes of the low-ranking priests of the Divine Court, but the original plain white robes had been contaminated by the darkness.

There were traces of blood and necromancy on it, making the bloody corpse look even more creepy.

The bloody corpse remained motionless, as if bound by a mysterious and powerful force.

There was no need for Song Qingxiao to give a command, and the Qing Ming Order could sense her consciousness.

I saw that the blood corpse seemed to let out an unwilling roar and roar, and then a large amount of black qi evaporated from its body, and was inhaled by the Qing Ying Order.

The cheeks of the bloody corpse, which had been fierce before, quickly twisted, and the skin dried down, clinging to its face, and its body withered, turning into dry bones in an instant.

Song Qing scattered the word 'Lin', and the dry bones that had lost the support of the dark spirit power and even the contaminated robes fell to the ground with a clang.

After the monk calmed down, he boldly stepped forward and picked up the robe wrapped in a pile of wreckage, and saw the name embroidered on the robe: "Para,"

His expression was gloomy:

"It's a valuable note to write down and remind us of the pastor's name."

After the crisis was resolved, the grief of losing a companion came flooding back.

After the accident in the village of Ogue that day, the "cursed" villagers died one after another, and the two priests in the church also had accidents, and the last ones also prepared coffins for themselves.

The last person forced himself to clean up the aftermath, and this scene was also recorded in the notes.

It's just that no one expected that the person who survived to the end would be the priest Para who took notes, and he was also polluted by the dark and turned into a necromantic creature in the dark.

Maybe it's because he has the strongest will, so after he 'died', he absorbed the most dark power and became the most powerful existence here.

If it is given some more time, it may absorb the dark aura of this place and advance again, becoming a big obstacle in the path of the Six Saints.

When Song Qingxiao and the other four people came in, it may have sensed the danger and hid in the shadows until the dark power of the place was shaken by the Qing Ying Order, plus the dark creatures around it were defeated, or it was possible that the dark creatures at the level of the great lord who controlled this place gave it an order, so that it suddenly appeared unexpectedly and tried to ambush the monk and cause damage to the Three Saints.

If only the Three Saints had entered here today, and there would have been the interference of corpses, crows, shadow demon spiders, and insect swarms, the Great Lord's strategy would have come true.

But because of Song Qingxiao's existence, not only was it a dark creature, but this necromancer, who had already given birth to a bit of intelligence, was also quickly defeated.

The monk's face was still stunned.

After reading the pastor's notes, knowing who they were involved and what efforts they had made to make this place, his heart was unusually heavy to see this pastor who longed for the light become like this.

The defiled robe in his hand seemed to weigh more than a thousand pounds, making him almost unable to hold it.

"Before he died, he prayed for salvation from the light and expressed his faith...... "The monk muttered softly, with regret in his voice.

The elves and swordsmen were silent, and instead of joy and hope after the battle, it was as if after seeing the fate of the monks, their hearts seemed to be clouded for no reason, and it was difficult to be happy at all.

"Let's go."

In the silence of the atmosphere, the black qi that was temporarily forced back by the Qing Ying Order seemed to be coming back with the strange atmosphere in the church.

At the critical moment, Song Qing broke up this silent atmosphere.

As soon as she spoke, the monk, who had fallen into his own emotions, trembled, as if he had come to his senses.

"Holy Maiden, they may still be in danger."

As soon as Song Qingxiao's voice fell, the monk instantly collected all the expressions of sadness, helplessness, unwillingness, and loss, and quickly recovered his previous appearance, but his expression was solemn:

"You're right."

While speaking, Song Qing didn't look back, stretched out his hand to the back, and the Qing Ming Ling floating in mid-air sensed her mind, and with a 'whoosh' sound, it turned into an afterimage, burrowed into her palm and disappeared.

"It'......"

This incredible scene once again opened the eyes of the Three Saints, and the various methods used by Song Qingxiao today simply subverted their previous cognition, making them frequently look at Song Qingxiao with strange eyes.

"It's gone." The elf exclaimed.

Among the several people, his sense is the most sensitive, the aura of the Qing Ying Order is too powerful, and the previous means of subduing and strangling a dark creature are really amazing, such a powerful divine object has disappeared completely in an instant, as if it has never appeared.

They saw it disappear into Song Qingxiao's hands with their own eyes, but at this time, her outstretched five fingers were white and slender, and there was no trace of the token, and the thing seemed to have burrowed into her body.

This is simply a miraculous skill, like a god coming down to solve the trouble of a few people.

"Hmm." Song Qingxiao responded lightly.

The Three Saints' eyes changed slightly when they looked at her, and there were a few hints of doubt in their eyes, as if they had a faint fanaticism, as if they regarded her as the embodiment of a god.

"I want to take Pattin's bones with me." The monk's mentality changed, and when he said this, he did not despise him because of his age and identity, but as if he was asking Song Qingxiao's opinion.

"Take it with you."

A hint of darkness flashed in Song Qingxiao's eyes, and he nodded, agreeing to the monk's request.

As the writer of the diary, Patin brought clues to everyone, and finally as a priest who died of darkness after settling everyone in the village of Ogu, the sad end of the mutation caused pity and grief in the hearts of the Three Saints.

The monk got her permission and quickly packed the wreckage, wrapped them in robes, and eventually carried them behind his back.

"I will bring you back to the Holy Court, and your bones will be buried in the Holy Garden of the Holy Court, and will be illuminated by the light."

His old palm patted the blood-stained priest's robe, and whispered softly, as if to comfort his comrades and comrades.