"What can we do?! Now Feng Lu has not come at all! And our ceremony has already begun..." Feng Chime clenched his fists, looking particularly angry.
The current soul-calling ceremony has begun. If it is interrupted rashly, it is not known whether there will be any terrible consequences.
Now that things have happened, Feng Lu has not arrived, so she can only take one step at a time. Thinking of this, Sai Laoxian asked in a low voice to the Wishing Lake: "If we interrupt the soul-calling ceremony, will there be any impact?" The font information emerges crookedly.
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"The road to the terrible unknown has been opened. The medium between reality and hell has been successfully constructed and cannot be stopped!"
"Ghosts hidden in the darkness will be attracted by the portal! Please go as soon as possible!!"
"Damn it!!" Seeing this information, Sai Laoxian was furious and really wanted to scold Feng Lu.
Now they can neither advance nor retreat, and are completely in a dilemma.
"We are now..." Sai Laoxian was about to continue to say something, but he saw that behind the wooden door that was originally covered in sticky darkness, it suddenly rolled violently, as if there was some unknown existence. Want to invade reality from it.
At this moment, darkness is rolling, coldness is spreading, and a putrid and rotten smell gushes out from it.
The seven seven-star lamps placed on the ground one after another, the flames swayed more fiercely, and the temperature reached its peak, as if they were fighting with some terrible supernatural being.
"Bang!" The strange scene did not last long. At this moment, a slender dead hand suddenly came out of it, and with a snap, it touched the frame of the wooden door.
This dead man's hand was gray-white, covered in terrifying supernatural beings, and the five fingers were extremely black, as if they contained filthy poison.
Just when Sai Laoxian was startled by the sudden dead hand, a gust of wind blew inexplicably, and the font message of Wishing Lake appeared: "The ghost from the border of hell is trying to invade reality, please deal with it as soon as possible , if the invasion is successful, you... will also... die!!" Seeing this sentence, Sai Laoxian and other ghosts all had their hearts beating wildly, and their faces became extremely pale.
Sure enough, he was afraid of something coming. There was really an unknown evil ghost coming over. This was the first time Sai Laoxian had seen this situation. He was a little helpless for a while, so he had to ask Wishing Lake: "What should we do?"
"We need a red-clothed fierce ghost..."
"Only the red-clothed devil can repel it!" Wishing Lake quickly responded.
"The red-clothed ghost? It's the red-clothed ghost again! If we had the red-clothed ghost here, how could we be so passive?!" Sai Laoxian felt a headache after reading the information about Wishing Lake.
The biggest problem now is that there are no red-clothed ghosts willing to help. If there were red-clothed ghosts, they would have entered it long ago and started to summon Zhang Fan's soul.
"Bah!" The thick darkness behind the door was boiling more and more violently. Suddenly, another gray-white dead hand came out of it and slapped the wooden door frame with a snap.
It seems that this unknown and terrifying ghost is about to completely invade.
"Damn, this is really bad..." Sai Laoxian saw this and turned around anxiously. All of them might not be the opponent of this ghost.
At this juncture, it would be extremely difficult to find a red-clothed ghost to help.
...on the treasure island, in the ancestral hall and palace, and in the world of Feng Huiling. The blood filled the air endlessly, and there was chaos between heaven and earth. The sky above was shrouded in rich red, covering the sky and the sun, and no light could be seen.
Below, there are mountains of corpses, rivers of blood, and countless horrific bones piled here. Thick blood-colored chains extended from all directions in this world, tying up a slim and beautiful woman in the air, making her unable to move at all.
This woman is none other than Feng Hui. At this time, Feng Hui's body was dripping with blood, and her face was covered by her messy hairstyle.
An aura that is difficult to describe in words is gradually coming back from Feng Hui's body.
After an unknown amount of time, this terrifying and extinct aura finally reached its peak. Then, Feng Hui slowly raised her face and took a deep breath of bloody hot breath.
His breath was as thick as blood, compressing and distorting the space.
"Ghostland..."
"...Expand!!!" At this moment, Feng Hui's amber-like eyes suddenly lit up, and a line of blood and tears slowly fell from her right eye, with endless vicissitudes and vicissitudes in her voice. Bitter, as Feng Hui's words came out, suddenly, a terrifying supernatural pressure that overcame the entire bloody world suddenly descended.
Under the blessing of this terrifying pressure, the bloody sky suddenly opened a gap, and then, a ferocious bloody eyeball with a vertical pupil that was a hundred feet wide drilled out of the gap.
Behind the blood-colored vertical pupil eyeball, there are countless nerve-like lines of flesh and blood connected to it, and a giant river of blood like a waterfall droops rapidly from the inside of the eyeball, causing the mountain of corpses and sea of blood below to instantly set off a huge wave.
"Zhang...Fan..."
"Zhang Fan..." An angry gasp came from Feng Hui's mouth, and the bloody chains that had bound her began to tremble.
"I...don't want...you to die!!"
"I want... to save you!!!" Feng Hui's anger became more and more intense, almost substantive, completely covering her body. From a distance, it looked like a bloody long coat draped over her body.
"Whoever dares to stop me today! Whoever dares to stop me will die!!" Feng Hui let out a deafening roar.
This roar rippled across endless distances, turning the entire world upside down. Feng Hui was angry, her reason was disappearing little by little, and the pressure that belonged to the top red ghost was also erupting little by little.
The bloody chain was trembling more and more frequently, and in just a few breaths, it was covered with cracks.
There is no end, and there are more and more cracks in the bloody chain. A few more seconds passed, and the chains binding Feng Hui finally became overwhelmed and broke with a crunch.
"Feng Hui, are you crazy?! You forcefully break away from the power of the spiritual position, and you...will die!!!" Just when Feng Hui broke the bloody chains all over his body, a bloody figure enveloped by supernatural power appeared out of thin air. , he hung high in the air, looked at Feng Hui with a horrified face, and shouted loudly.
"It's because of you...that I couldn't rescue Zhang Fan in time! So you...die!!" Feng Hui tilted her neck, shaking all the broken chains remaining in her body into ashes, and a head The thick black hair turned into blood color at a speed visible to the naked eye.
It was obvious that Feng Hui was furious. It was also the first time in the hundred years since she had been a red-clothed ghost that she was so furious.
As Feng Hui finished speaking, a huge bloody hand suddenly emerged from the sea of blood in the corpse mountain and slapped the bloody figure.
"Feng Hui, you..." The bloody figure's face suddenly changed when he saw the big bloody hand coming. He knew the horror of Feng Hui and called him the third of their twenty-four red ghosts. No one is too much.
The bloody figure did not dare to confront him head-on, so he hurriedly evaded. But when he just made some movement, he found that he couldn't move, as if he was locked by some kind of terrible supernatural being.
The big bloody hand became faster and faster, grabbing the bloody figure directly, and then smashed him.
Feng Hui was wrapped in the rich blood energy, raised her head and roared. The roar spread far away, and the next second, the bloody world was violently shaken with dense cracks.
The outer piece of the spiritual tablet that belonged to Feng Hui also had many cracks. Feng Hui didn't pause at all. She moved, swayed, turned into a bloody red light, and rushed out.
Soon, Feng Hui's figure appeared in an empty ancestral hall and palace. She strode to her tomb and crushed her tomb into pieces with one kick.
After doing this, Feng Hui, who was full of blood, pushed open the red door without looking back. The purpose of trampling her spiritual place to pieces was to prevent others from using it to threaten her.
Without the threat of the spiritual position, in this world, unless Mr. Hu personally takes action, outsiders are simply insignificant and cannot pose much of a threat to Feng Hui.
But destroying the spiritual position also has serious side effects. That is... Feng Hui has cut off all her escape options, and she will be wiped out in ashes in the next three days.
But if he didn't do this, he wouldn't be able to save Zhang Fan at all. She didn't want to encounter threats from others on the way to rescue.
So, this time...even if she died, she would not regret it. As long as Zhang Fan can be resurrected, she will die without regrets.
In the past, Zhang Suya could sacrifice herself to save Zhang Fan, so this time, she can too. More and more blood mist overflowed from Feng Hui's body, and the supernatural pressure became more and more terrifying.
The power has begun to surge uncontrollably. Feng Hui couldn't control this kind of restlessness, and outsiders couldn't help.
She needs to bear the price of destroying her spiritual position alone. This sense of restlessness is like being crawled by countless ants, biting and biting constantly, causing Feng Hui's soul to endure unbearable torture all the time.
But Feng Hui has no regrets. Feng Hui strode outside and reluctantly looked back at the ancestral hall and palace behind her.
This is her home where she has lived for hundreds of years. However, once she leaves, she may never have the chance to come back.
In three days, her soul will be extinguished, and there will be no one like her in the world.
