"Okay, time is running out now, let's get going quickly!" Sai Laoxian doesn't want to delay too much. Time is running out now. Although 24 hours seems to be a long time, it actually doesn't take long when we really take action. time.
"Okay! I'll send you there now!" Jin Cuihua didn't waste any time. She strode forward and clasped her hands together. Then the next moment, thick white mist appeared out of thin air, and the wooden windows slowly transformed. There are four wooden windows in total.
"You think about where you want to go, and then open the window, and a road will appear that leads to where you want to go!" Jin Cuihua said loudly to Sai Laoxian and other fierce ghosts.
After hearing this, Sai Laoxian and the other fierce ghosts nodded silently and got ready to go. This time, no matter what the price, you can only succeed and not fail.
Sai Laoxian silently thought about where he wanted to go and slowly opened the wooden window. The moment the wooden window was pushed open, an icy cold wind blew in the face. Sai Laoxian and the fierce ghosts showed no expression on their faces, and then they strode into it. Their figures gradually disappeared into the dark and dim passage, and then the wooden window creaked. One sound, automatically shuts down.
......I do not know how long it has been. Sai Laoxian pushed open the wooden window at the end of the road and jumped out.
When he saw the scene outside clearly, his breathing became rapid. The place where he came was his hometown, Maoshan.
With the arrival of Sai Laoxian, in a simple Taoist temple on the back side of Maoshan Mountain, an old Taoist priest sitting cross-legged on a straw futon suddenly opened his eyes and looked sideways at a mahogany bell hanging on the door beam.
The mahogany bell was shaking violently at the moment, as if it was warning the old Taoist priest of something.
"Is that you?!" The old Taoist priest was wearing a purple robe. He had a childlike appearance and a strong figure. He sat upright like an ancient bell. His whole body was filled with light energy, like a man who had nothing to do with the world. A master of Taoism.
"Xiao Long'er!" The purple-clothed old man withdrew his eyes from the mahogany bell and called softly without raising his head.
"Ancestor, you called me?!" A short, thin Taoist boy walked in from the door holding a peach wood sword.
"An old friend has arrived, Xiao Long'er, please go ahead and bring him to see me!" The old man in purple murmured softly, without even moving his body.
"Yes! Ancestor!" The Taoist boy responded and slowly withdrew.
"Senior brother... are you... back?!" The Taoist boy walked away, and the purple-clothed old Taoist's eyes gradually dimmed, and there was a strong sense of sadness in his eyes.
The Taoist boy passed through the bustling main entrance Taoist temple with many pilgrims, held his mahogany sword, and walked slowly down the mountain.
He walked extremely slowly, as if he was taking a walk after a meal. But if someone looks here, they will find that the speed of the Taoist boy is astonishingly fast, as if his feet are stepping on the breeze, leaving no trace on the soil and no trace to follow.
A few minutes later, the Taoist boy named Xiao Longer finally arrived at the foot of Maoshan Mountain. He looked sideways and saw an old man with white hair.
This white-haired old man is kind-hearted and kind-hearted. Although the old man looked like a virtuous man, his whole body was filled with a strong supernatural aura.
Obviously, he is a ghost.
"Is it him?!" Xiao Long'er murmured to himself and quickly came to the white-haired old man.
"Senior!" Xiao Long'er came to the white-haired old man and bowed respectfully.
"Who are you?" Sai Laoxian glanced at the Taoist boy doubtfully and asked.
"Senior, my ancestor, please invite me!" Xiao Long'er said solemnly.
"Your ancestor?" Sai Laoxian was stunned when he heard this.
"My ancestor is Zishan Zhenren!" Xiao Long'er replied truthfully.
"Zi Shan Zhenren? It's him!" Sai Laoxian was stunned for a moment, but then he quickly reacted and seemed a little surprised.
"I didn't expect that even the young junior brother who had evil intentions back then became an ancestor, which is a bit unexpected to me!"
"Let's go!! Go and see this real man in purple shirt!" Sai Laoxian glanced at Xiao Long'er, then strode towards the top of the mountain.
...Feng Chime pushed open the wooden window and walked out. In front of her was a huge ancestral palace.
The ancestral hall and palace are dazzling with red walls and red tiles. They are tall and solemn, giving off a sense of ancient times and vicissitudes of life. The eaves are high and carved with various auspicious birds and animals, exuding a majestic charm.
However, at this time, the huge red wooden door of the ancestral palace was firmly closed, leaving only a square bronze sacrificial tripod placed on the stone platform outside the door, burning with curls of green smoke.
Wind Chime took a deep breath, walked around the bronze sacrificial tripod, and walked towards the red gate of the palace. The red door of the palace is several feet high and tightly closed without any gaps.
The wind chime came to the door and pushed the red door hard, trying to open it and enter. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't move it at all. It seemed that the door contained some unknown power, which prevented all external supernatural powers.
"Dong dong dong!" The wind chime slapped the door hard, making a heavy and loud sound. Open the door, open the door quickly.
The wind chime made a prayer in its heart, hoping that this closed door would be opened. Although she didn't know where Feng Hui was, she had an intuition that told her that Feng Hui must be in the palace.
Only by finding Feng Hui can she be told the news of Zhang Fan's death. Now, only Feng Hui can save Zhang Fan.
"I beg you to open the door. I really have something extremely urgent. Come find Feng Hui!!" The wind chime patted the door desperately, making an anxious sound.
"Dong dong dong!!" The sound of dong dong dong kept coming, but the door still showed no intention of opening.
One minute, two minutes, three minutes, ten minutes, half an hour... Time passed little by little, and the wind chimes beat the red wooden door tirelessly.
The red wooden door contains terrible power. Every time the wind chime is struck, it will be continuously eroded by the power spreading on it.
As of now, Feng Ling's two hands are already covered in blood and flesh, revealing the dense white bones.
"Crack!" The two palms of the wind chime were broken. But the wind chime still had no intention of stopping, and was still beating the door desperately, trying to get the people inside to open the door.
If the hand is broken, then use your arm to hit it. If the arm is gone, then use your foot to kick. If your foot is gone, then use your head to hit it.
The wind chime spit out white liquid from her mouth, and her hands and feet had already been completely eroded by the power of the door, but she still did not give up, her eyes filled with blood and tears, and she banged her head heavily on the door.
"Bang...Bang...Bang..." Again and again, Feng Chime's head hit it hard, causing his face to be covered with blood.
"Sister Feng Hui...if you can hear...please come out! Zhang Fan...he...is dead!! Now... Only you... can save him!!"
"Please...you...come out!!"
"Feng Hui...sister..." Feng Ling's head knocked on the door slower and slower, and her vision became blurry. Her soul had been eroded by the power on the red door. If If you continue, you may lose your mind.
"Puff!" Feng Chime fell heavily to the ground and passed out completely. As she passed out, thick green smoke spread rapidly in her body.
So far, the door of this ancestral palace has not been opened. At this moment, in the ancestral palace, among the twenty-four bloody spiritual tablets, the central one was shaking violently. The word Feng Hui was clearly written on it.
In the spiritual throne, in a bloody world constructed of horrific supernatural beings, the disheveled Feng Hui was tightly bound by bloody iron chains from all directions, hanging high in the void, making her unable to move at all.
At this moment, the wind chimes' desperate and piercing pleadings came in one after another, reverberating in this supernatural world.
Feng Hui, who originally lowered her head and showed no reaction, gradually raised her head after hearing the wind chime's shrill pleading, with blood and tears falling from her beautiful eyes.
"Zhang...Fan..." Feng Hui murmured in a low voice, her voice trembling constantly.
Bloody tears flowed down her eyes, flowing more and more, gradually dripping on her clothes, soaking her clothes into blood red.
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