The undead bird's spread wings formed a huge shadow, enveloping Song Qingxiao in it, getting closer and closer, and in the blink of an eye, it had already reached the door in front of her!

The black mist that spit out had a thick fishy wind, and the wings stood straight up, as if it was different from the spirit of the necromancer, and the bird seemed to have transformed into an entity!

The bird was fierce and extremely fast.

At the moment of life and death, Song Qing stepped back, clenched the dagger at the same time, and subconsciously waved it hard!

The dagger slashed an afterimage in the air and slashed at the bird's head!

The two qi machines collided, and the sharp tip of the blade seemed to enter a no-man's land, as if it had not cut the real thing, and the bird's head had been cut off!

Song Qingxiao was stunned when he saw that as soon as the fierce bird's head was cut, it turned into a cloud of black mist.

She didn't expect the bird to be scattered so easily, and the force it used to go out was like a miss.

But the next moment something unexpected happened, the bird's head was cut off and reduced to nothing, but the bird's body was still there, and the claws were wide open, and with a 'poof' he grabbed her little arm diagonally across her chest.

'Shhh ’

Song Qing gasped from his small mouth, tilted his wrist, grabbed the dagger and recovered, slashed the pair of bird's feet into black mist, and took a big step back before he had time to check his injuries.

The sleeve of the shirt on the arm was scratched, and the inner arm was exposed.

The blue scales on it were scratched by the undead bird, leaving several deep wounds that could be seen to the bone.

Because the bird's claws are sharp and fast, at this time, only pink and white tender flesh can be seen in the wound, and only then can red blood ooze out!

If it weren't for her timely retreat and the fact that she had spiritual power to protect her body, I'm afraid that one of her arms would have been grabbed by these pair of bird claws at this time!

The blood poured out, like an unscrewed faucet, instantly staining the wound red, forming a tiny stream that converged at the arm and dripped down with a 'tick' sound.

When the first drop of blood splashed on the ground, it exploded into a blood flower, like a star around the center totem.

After this drop of blood hit the ground, it rolled on the ground as if it had come to life, forming a bead of blood that began to flow along the altar and around the periphery.

Song Qingxiao noticed the strangeness of the blood beads, but at this time, she was entangled by the bird of the undead, and she had no time to take care of them.

But from this anomaly, it can be guessed that this blood gushing down must not be a good thing.

In order to prevent the situation from worsening, she endured the severe pain in her arm and sealed the wound with spiritual power, but could only try to stop the blood outflow.

The blood at the wound was stopped by spiritual power, and the blue streaks that had disappeared resurfaced, expelling the black mist covering the wound.

This bird of the dead is strange, incorporeal, but hurtful and not easy to deal with.

After determining that ordinary attacks were useless to this bird, Song Qing pinned the dagger to his waist with a solemn expression:

"Be careful! Don't get hurt, I'm afraid it's going to be bad when the blood comes out! ”

No. 1 and No. 7 reminded her to hear it, and if it wasn't for the situation, No. 1 wanted to curse.

He wouldn't want to get hurt if he could, but it's not like he wouldn't want to get hurt at this point!

The advantage of his stealth was completely lost under this necromancer's aura.

These disembodied birds were terrifying, and even after he was invisible, he could not chase them.

And because the birds have no entity, ordinary attack methods have no effect on them at all, when Song Qingxiao reminded him, the bow and crossbow shot by No. 1 pierced the head of the undead bird that was flying towards him, but the sharp beak was still pecking lightly in his palm.

No. 1's face changed drastically, as if he had been cut by a sharp blade, he almost couldn't hold the bow and crossbow in pain, a hole was pecked out of his palm, and the blood gushed out, and he couldn't stop.

I can't beat it, I can't fight hard, No. 1 doesn't say a word at the moment, turns around and slips away.

At this time, he couldn't care about Song Qingxiao's previous orders, and instinctively rushed to the edge of the altar.

It is impossible for an existence like a necromancer to be defeated, and staying at this time is just waiting for death!

As he ran, blood spilled from the wound in the palm of One's palm.

These blood beads rolled and scrambled towards the direction of the stairs, and when Song Qing saw No. 1's greedy and fearful behavior of being afraid of death out of the corner of his eyes, he immediately laughed angrily.

At this time, No. 1 can escape for a while, but he can't escape for a lifetime, it's just in vain.

At this time, the skeleton army had already surrounded the staircase, and the sound was getting closer and closer, and it would not be long before the altar was about to be besieged.

I'm afraid that the number five and number six who are supporting below can't wait to come up at this time, and where can the number one escape?

Fleeing at this time only delayed time, but only made the situation worse for everyone.

On the other side, the upper body of No. 7 was prostrate on the ground, and a snake tail turned into a tail whip, spinning and whipping in the air!

As the whip struck, it made a 'whoosh' sound, and the momentum it brought up formed a blast of wind, blowing away the black mist around her.

Her long hair turned into tiny snakes, and she opened her mouth to spit out her fangs and hiss at the birds.

The bird's wings were blown crooked by the strong wind, and half of its figure was scattered, but it still did not reduce its momentum, and it grabbed the long tail of No. 7 with one claw!

The flesh made a 'hissing' sound as it was scratched open, and scales and blood splattered in mid-air as the undead bird grabbed it.

Seven let out a heart-rending cry of pain in his throat, and the long tail that kept spinning suddenly fell to the ground with a 'snap' under the severe pain.

As soon as the bird grabbed it, it deceives itself and descends, and No. 7 reluctantly raises its tail and pulls it to the half of the bird again, scattering the other half of the bird's body, and when he sees another bird coming around, he quickly gets up and walks on the ground like No. 1!

At this time, No. 1 had already run to the edge of the altar, but under the altar, it was already like a Shura field.

On the top of the stairs, dozens of huge skeletons about two meters high were leading the way, rushing in the direction of the altar.

The ranks of the fugitives were now drastically reduced to a few scattered.

The sound of Six's flute has been drowned out by the 'click' of a large number of skeletons as they walk, and the large mountain-like body of Number Five is covered with large and small skeletons.

The fur on his body was scratched and scattered, and although he still roared angrily, his momentum was sluggish, and his movement was much slower than before.

It's not so much that they're 'resisting,' it's that they're retreating, and from this scene they are only seventy or eighty steps from the top of the altar!

To go down is to die, and it is not good to stay on it.

No. 1 was stunned, and the undead bird behind him was about to catch up again.

He gritted his teeth, apparently thinking about the consequences of his escape.

If he escapes, it will be a dead end after he goes down.

The reason why the fifth and sixth who were barely holding on to it had not completely given up at this time was probably because they were full of 'hope' for them on the top of the altar.

At this point, No. 1 felt the despair of having no way out!

As the undead bird came after him, there was a flash of struggle in One's eyes, and he finally stomped his foot hard, and finally instead of stepping under the altar, he began to run around the edge of the altar.

Song Qingxiao heard the movement of No. 1 behind him, but he didn't turn his head.

After pinning the dagger, she stared at the bird that had been chopped off in mid-air.

After the bird's head turned into black mist, it slowly wriggled in the direction of the bird, and in the blink of an eye, it re-transformed into a new bird's head.

If you don't think of a way, these things can't be killed, they can't be injured, it's endless!

The bird turned its head, and its two-point flickering 'eyes' were fixed on her again, and then fluttered its wings at her again.

She held back the pain, her hands sealed, and her mouth said:

"Draw the ground as a dungeon,"

In the wind, the bird had rushed to her door again, and the fierce demeanor of the bird was reflected in her pupils.

"Sleepy!" As Song Qing recited the mantra, the spiritual power moved along the nine-character secret order, forming an absolute realm, trapping the ferocious and abnormal black bird in it!