At this time, the black qi around him was already very thick, and unlike the dark qi mixed with yin qi before, at this time, No. 4 had clearly felt the suppressed demonic qi in that necromantic qi.

The influence of the demonic qi on everyone was obviously much deeper than the previous yin qi, if it weren't for the fact that these people had devoured the sixth-order demon beasts and were nourished and sheltered by the spiritual power in the bodies of the sixth-order demon beasts, I am afraid that they would not have been able to get here at all, and they would have been crushed by this heavy demonic qi.

But even with the bonus of a sixth-order demon beast, the expressions of the believers were very ugly.

Under the influence of the demonic qi, their backs were bent, and their faces took on an abnormal blue-black color.

Large streams of sweat dripped down their cheeks, almost soaking their clothes.

A suffocating feeling rose from the depths of their hearts, and darkness and fear seemed to expel the remaining light and warmth from their hearts, dragging them into the abyss.

The invisible pressure pressed on the bodies of the saints and believers, making their steps heavier and heavier, and with each step, the foot weighed more than a thousand pounds, and when it fell, it made a loud 'bang', buried deep in the soft and wet mud, and then wrapped in a cold cold to the bone.

"Rodno," when everyone was exhausted, Song Qingxiao's voice suddenly sounded:

"Is there a waterhole in the Abyss Territory?"

The monk felt darkness in front of him, and his head was unusually heavy.

The chill seeped into his limbs from the soles of his feet, as if it were about to pull him into the water.

Large strands of cold sweat carried the heat away from his body, and he could sense that the swordsman walking beside him also seemed to be overwhelmed.

At this time, Song Qing opened his mouth, and his voice seemed to be far away, slowly passing into the ears of the cultivator, and suddenly dragged his already chaotic thoughts out of the abyss.

"Yes, huh...... Call...... Yes. The monk's voice gasped like a broken bellows, and then he heard Song Qingxiao's voice:

"Then we might be there."

The monk was taken aback at first, but after hearing the meaning of Song Qing's words, his sluggish spirit perked up:

"Yes, yes?"

He struggled to raise his head and squinted his eyes to look into the distance.

In the darkness, one end of the Dark River Valley was blocked by a thick fog, and it was impossible to see the scene twenty meters away.

Except for the gasping of the crowd, no other sound was heard, and there was no shadow of a waterhole at all.

However, the monk did not have the slightest doubt about Song Qingxiao's words, he had a strange trust in Song Qingxiao at this time, and he was convinced of everything she said.

The Abyssal Territory was about to arrive, which boosted the morale of the team.

Everyone dragged their heavy pace, supported each other and walked forward for another half an hour, and the fog gradually faded.

In the originally dark night, the clouds began to weaken, and the half-round silver moon tore through the blockade of the night, and a trace of the thick clouds emerged.

The cold silver moonlight pierces through the dark night, giving the sky a beautiful blue color.

In the faint light, everyone began to find that their eyes could faintly see the river and the road ahead.

"Moonlight?" With the appearance of the moonlight, the swordsman began to feel that his suppressed fighting spirit was faintly loose, and he was no longer restrained as before.

As soon as his voice fell, the monks and others also discovered that the power of faith was returning to Suzhou.

"God of Light, please give me strength to bless your faithful believers." The holy woman clasped her hands together, and the moment she pronounced the incantation, the power of faith turned into a blessing.

A layer of hazy golden light appeared, evenly sprinkled on everyone's body.

This golden ray penetrated into the bodies of saints and believers, and the coldness and fear from the body and mind were swept away in an instant.

The monk's back straightened a lot, and his face couldn't help showing a little joy:

"Strength is restored."

He flipped through the book that had been clutching under his armpit, a magic book that hadn't moved since entering the Dark River Forest, and now shimmered faintly between the flips of his fingers.

The strength of the Six Saints has returned, which proves that everyone should have stepped out of the realm of the Dark River Forest, which is limited by magical power.

"Song, you're right, we may have reached the Abyss Territory."

The monk opened his mouth with some joy, and as he spoke, he did not forget to take out the magic map.

The map flashed and opened in mid-air, and everyone's breath turned into a flickering point of light on the map, and the top of the place was marked: Abyss Territory!

Sure enough, we have arrived at our destination.

The moonlight fell on the monk's body, and the silver thread on the sacrificial robe was illuminated by the faint light of the moon, flowing through the luster of the demon.

Pinned to the badge on his neckline, the two crossed swords were completely upside down.

Nourished by the moonlight, there seemed to be several strands of red thread as thin as hair intertwined in the pure black medallion, as if fighting against the black qi.

Everyone was immersed in the joy of regaining strength, and they didn't notice this scene.

Song Qingxiao was silent:

"Where did you seal him back then?"

There is no detailed route of the Abyss Territory on the map, and for the sub-elves in Augur Village, the purity of their hearts can make them easily feel the beauty and emotions of all things in the world, and it also means that their pure hearts will be more easily defiled than other races.

In addition, the Abyss Territory is a forbidden place that has sealed the 'Moon' Sage, so they will not come here without permission.

So, like the Dark River Forest, this place has only an approximate overview of its location.

"Silver Swamp!" The monk did not hesitate to speak, but after saying this, he glanced around, and there was a hint of hesitation on his face:

"I remember that the place where he was sealed was a lifeless swamp, surrounded by dense, crystal-like silver crystals, and an endless void underneath. He appeared on a high throne and was eventually defeated by us. ”

Mage Edward also nodded:

"It's like a royal palace that he created, and we're all very impressed."

When the Thirteen Saints and the Sun Sage pursued the Moon Sage to the Abyss Territory, they saw the Moon Sage sitting high on the throne.

"So you named this silver swamp yourself?" No. 4 understood, and his eyelids jumped, and he asked:

"You're not familiar with the route either?"

When he said this, he turned his head to look at Song Qingxiao, and his face showed undisguised disgust, as if to say: What is the use of this group of people?

"Indeed." The honesty of the monk made it difficult for the monk to tell deceitful lies, and the old man's expression was slightly embarrassed by the words of Number Four, but he still emphasized:

"If we reach the Silver Swamp, we'll recognize it." The other five saints all nodded.

Everyone's strength has been restored one after another, and they will no longer hold Song Qingxiao and No. 4 back like before, anyway, there is still a lot of time before the Great Prophecy said that the 'Moon' Sage will be sealed again, and it is only a matter of time before the Silver Swamp is found.

Number Four rolled his eyes, not even wanting to say anything to him.

"Let's get to the waterhole first, and then use the waterhole as a fixed point to look for the silver swamp."

Song Qingxiao spoke again, and everyone had no objection to her words, and they all nodded.

The people walked up the dark river, and the further they went, the thinner the clouds that obscured the sky.

The moonlight fell uncontrollably, dispelling the darkness wherever it sparked.

In this team of twenty-seven people, except for Song Qingxiao and No. 4, all of them were believers in the light.

I don't know if I walked in the darkness for too long tonight, and there was moonlight to guide the way at this time, even if this light did not come from the warm sun, but it was very satisfying for everyone.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but the Six Saints found that after bathing in the moonlight, their strength was rapidly recovering.

After about an hour, everyone heard the sound of 'rumbling' water.

The ripples of the water flow appeared on the surface of the calm dark river, and the splashes formed between the impact of the water waves, forming fine mist droplets, which rushed towards the face, which made people feel extremely relaxed.

Under the moonlight, everyone seemed to vaguely see that dozens of zhang away in front of them, there was a barrier blocking above the dark river, like the end of the dark river.

"It's here!" The swordsman's tone perked up, and everyone unanimously quickened their pace.

The closer you get to the sound of the water, the thicker the mist formed by the slapping water splash becomes, forming a thick mist that almost blocks everyone's view.

The current was getting stronger and stronger, and the ground was already feeling the rushing water rushing through the calves of the people, and the force was so great that it seemed to push the team back.

"Line up and walk with the person in front of you."

Song Qingxiao's voice was mixed with the sound of the 'boom' falling waterfall, and it clearly entered everyone's ears.

They did as they did, and the water flowed higher and higher and faster than before, almost reaching the thighs of the people.

The Holy Maiden had no choice but to unfurl the Holy Light Shield, fearing that the believers would be swept away by the current.

But even so, everyone is struggling, slowing down again and again, and they are all walking cautiously.

In front of you, there is a white mang, and in just a distance of more than 100 meters, everyone may have walked for nearly half an hour.

A few minutes later, the advancing procession came to an abrupt halt.

Walking in the center of the line, Raphael, who was reaching out to grab the armor of the swordsman, was about to open his mouth to ask what was going on, when Song Qingxiao's voice came to the back of the team:

"There's no way out."

How can there be no road? Before, the people saw clearly that there was a way.

Raphael was taken aback, subconsciously raised his head, and then saw a scene that he couldn't believe.

On both sides and behind the line, there was an endless stream of water.

Everyone seemed to be in an ocean, and from the front of the procession, there was an extremely large abyss, into which all the water flowing from all directions slowly poured into it.

The underwater abyss is like a bottomless pit that incorporates all these flowing waters.

The shock of the water caused the current in this abyss to form a whirlpool, and from a distance, it seemed like a natural pit of great size in the vast ocean, almost sucking the human spirit into it.

The silver water vapor flew up from the abyss along this force, and under the blue moonlight, the water was a dreamy turquoise, forming a dreamy scene.

"Why, how come?"

Not only was there no road ahead, but even when Raphael hurriedly turned his head to look back, he could no longer see the road where everyone came.

There is no dark river in the back, and there is no path by the river, except for the abyss in front of the sea, there is also a water curtain in the back, which connects with the horizon and has no end.

Everyone can't go in again, and they don't know where to retreat.

"How did we get here?" The swordsman turned his head to look around, and as he spoke, he was almost carried forward by the force of the current.

The turquoise water in front of him slanted down into the abyss.

Once you fall into the abyss, you may not be able to get out again.

This abyss seemed to have a kind of magic that attracted people to enter, and the swordsman felt dizzy at a glance, and slid forward a small step, not only pushing the elf in front of him, but even Raphael, who was pulling his armor, was almost frightened into a cold sweat by his action.

Strange to say, it was clear that the water was turbulent before, and the sound of the water rushing down was extremely loud.

But now when they reached the abyssal waterfront, there was no sound in these flowing waters, and it was quiet to the extreme, and a kind of chill was born from everyone's hearts, which made people feel intimidating.

"It's like a spatial fold formed by the Great Forbidden Spell of the Ultimate Spatial System."

Edward spoke slowly.

As a magician, he seemed to see some clues, "The dark shadow we saw earlier may be above this abyss. ”

He explains:

"It is rumored that the power that has reached the realm of demigods can cast a spatial forbidden spell, and we were originally outside the forbidden spell, and the abyss we saw was in another 'time and space', but through the power of magic, a mirage-like existence was formed, attracting us to enter."

In the process of advancing towards this black shadow, I stepped into the ultimate spatial magic, passed through the 'space', and entered this mirage.

"If you want to get out of here and return to your original position, you can either kill the person who casts the space magic and break this secret spell; Either the one who casts the forbidden spell will remove the magic and send us out of here; Or there is also a god-level magician of space magic, open the door of this mirage, and we can enter and exit. ”

Edward's explanation quickly made it clear to everyone about his situation, but even after it was clear, everyone still felt silent and desperate.

Among those present, the believers are the source of the power of faith, the auxiliary to strengthen the saints.

Among the Six Saints, Raphael and the swordsman are not characters who belong to the cultivation of magical power, and Edward is a pure mage, but he is not good at space magic, and he has not even reached the level of a god-level magician.

Not to mention the rest of the monks, elves, and saints, they don't know anything about space magic at all, except for theoretical knowledge.

The mage came up with three solutions in a row, but it seemed that none of them would work.

"In other words, we entered here, and we couldn't get out if no one opened the door to the space."

The monk turned and stared at the old mage standing behind him.

"Yes." The old mage nodded, his tone very solemn.

Although he had already guessed this outcome during the questioning, the monk's heart still plummeted when he heard Edward's affirmative answer.

The first day of September began again, and I was torn between mourning and cheering up......

(End of chapter)