"Alright, now that time is pressing, let's hurry up!" Sai Laoxian didn't want to delay too much, now the time is very tight, although 24 hours seems to be a long time, but it really takes action, in fact, it is not long.

"Good! I'm going to send you there now! Jin Cuihua didn't talk nonsense, strode forward, her hands snapped together, and then in the next moment, a thick white mist appeared out of thin air, and one after another wooden windows slowly transformed, a total of four wooden windows.

"You think about where you want to go, and then you open the window, and a path to your heart will appear!" Jin Cuihua said loudly to Sai Lao Xian and the other powerful ghosts.

After hearing this, Sai Laoxian and the other powerful ghosts nodded silently and prepared to go. This time, no matter what the cost, there is only success and no failure.

Sai Lao Xian silently thought about the place he was going to and slowly pushed the wooden window open. The moment the wooden window was pushed open, a cold yin wind blew in the face, and the old fairy and the ghosts were expressionless, and then strode into it, and the figure gradually disappeared into the dark and dim passage, and then the wooden window creaked and closed automatically.

...... I don't know how long it took. Sai Laoxian pushed open the wooden window at the end of the road and jumped out.

When he saw the scene outside, he was breathing a little heavily. The place he came from was his hometown, Maoshan.

With the arrival of Sai Laoxian, in a quaint Taoist temple in the back mountain 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 about something.

"Is that you?!" The old Taoist priest was wearing a purple robe, his appearance was childish, his body was sturdy, he sat upright like an ancient clock, and his whole body was surrounded by a light halo, like a master of the Tao who had no quarrel with the world.

"Little Dragon!" The purple-clothed old man took his gaze back from the mahogany bell, and called softly without raising his head.

"Ancestor, you called me?!" A short, thin-looking Taoist boy walked in from outside the door with a peachwood sword in his arms.

"An old man has arrived, Xiaolong'er, you go and bring him to see me!" The purple-clothed old man muttered softly, and his body didn't even move.

"Yes! Ancestor! Dao Tong replied and slowly retreated.

"Senior brother..... It's you..... Are you back?! Dao Tong walked away, and the purple-clothed old Dao's eyes gradually dimmed, and there was a strong sense of sadness welling up in his eyes.

The Taoist boy walked through the main entrance of the Taoist temple with many bustling and pilgrims, held the peach wood sword, and slowly went down the mountain.

He walked very slowly, like a walk after a meal. But if someone looks here, they will find that the speed of the Taoist boy is a little amazing, as if his feet are stepping on the breeze, stepping on the soil without a trace, and there is no trace to follow.

A few minutes later, the Taoist boy named Xiaolong'er finally came to the foot of Maoshan Mountain. He looked sideways, and at a glance he saw an old man with white hair.

This white-haired old man was kind and amiable. Although the old man looked like he was a master, his body was filled with a strong spiritual aura.

Obviously, he's a ghost.

"Is that him?!" Xiao Long'er muttered to herself and walked quickly to the white-haired old man.

"Senpai!" Xiao Long'er came to the white-haired old man and bowed respectfully.

"You are?" Sai Laoxian glanced at this Dao boy suspiciously and asked.

"Senior, my ancestor, please!" Xiao Long'er said solemnly.

"Your ancestor?" Sai Laoxian was stunned when he heard this.

"My ancestor is a purple-shirted real person!" Xiao Long'er replied truthfully.

"A purple-shirted real person? It's him! Sai Laoxian was stunned for a moment, but then quickly reacted, looking a little surprised.

"I didn't expect that even the little junior brother who had a bad heart back then became an ancestor, which surprised me a little!"

"Let's go!! Go check out this purple-shirted real person! Sai Laoxian glanced at Xiao Long'er and strode towards the top of the mountain.

...... Wind Chimes pushed open the wooden window and walked out, and in front of her was a huge ancestral palace.

This ancestral hall palace vermilion wall red tile, brilliant dazzling, tall and solemn with a sense of ancient vicissitudes of life, its eaves teeth high peck, carved with all kinds of auspicious birds and beasts, exude a magnificent charm.

It's just that at this time, the huge red wooden door of the ancestral hall palace is firmly closed, leaving only a bottle of sacrificial bronze tripod placed on the stone platform outside the temple gate, burning with curling green smoke.

Wind Chime took a deep breath, bypassed the sacrificial bronze tripod, and walked towards the red gate of the palace. The red gate of the palace, several feet high, closed tightly without any gaps.

The wind chimes came to the door and pushed the red door hard, trying to open it and enter it. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't push it in the slightest, as if this gate contained some unknown power, avoiding all external supernatural powers.

"Knock knock!" The wind chimes slammed hard against the door, making a heavy, loud thump. Open the door, hurry up and open the door.

The wind chimes made a prayer sound in their hearts, trying to open the closed door. Although she didn't know where Feng Hui was, she had an intuition that told her that Feng Hui must be inside the palace.

Only by finding out Feng Hui can she tell her 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 urgent, come to Feng Hui!!" The wind chimes banged desperately on the door, and an anxious sound came from their mouths.

"Knock knock!!" The sound of thump was endless, but the door still didn't mean to be opened.

One minute, two minutes, three minutes, ten minutes, half an hour..... Time passed, and the wind chimes tirelessly and desperately beat on the red wooden door.

The red wooden door contains a terrifying power, and every time the wind chimes are tapped, they will be constantly eroded by the power that spreads on them.

By now, the two hands of the wind chimes have long been blurred with flesh and blood, revealing the white bones of Sensen.

"Click!" The two palms of the wind chimes broke apart. But the wind chimes still didn't mean to stop, and still banged on the door desperately, trying to get the people inside to open the door.

If the palm is broken, then use the arm to shoot it, if the arm is gone, then kick it with the foot, and if the foot is gone, then hit it with the head.

The wind chime spat out a white liquid, and her hands and feet had already been completely eroded by the power on the gate, but she still did not give up, her eyes were bloody and tearful, and her head was slammed on the top of the gate.

"Bang..... Boom..... Bang ....." again and again, the wind chime's head slammed heavily on it, knocking himself into a bloody face.

"Sister Feng Hui...... If you can hear..... Come out. Zhang Fan..... He..... He's dead!! Right now..... It's just you..... Can save him!! ”

"Please.... You..... Come out!! ”

Feng Hui ..... Sister ..... "The speed of the wind chime's head knocking on the door is getting slower and slower, and the vision in front of her is getting blurred and blurred, she has been eroded by the power on the red gate, and if she continues, she may be scattered."

"Poof!" The wind chime fell to the ground and passed out completely, and at the same time as she passed out, there was a thick green smoke in her body, spreading rapidly.

So far, the door of this ancestral hall palace has not been opened. At this moment, in the ancestral hall palace, in the twenty-four blood-colored spirit seats, the most central spirit seat shook violently, and the word Feng Hui was written on it.

Inside the spiritual seat, in a blood-colored world constructed by terrifying spirits, Feng Hui, who was wearing a cloak, was firmly tied and locked by blood-colored iron chains from all directions, hanging high in the void, making her unable to move the slightest.

At this moment, the mournful pleading voice of the wind chime, full of despair, came in one after another, resounding in this supernatural world.

Feng Hui, who had originally lowered her head and did not react, gradually raised her head after hearing the mournful pleading sound of the wind chimes, and blood and tears slipped down her beautiful eyes.

Zhang ..... Where ....." Feng Hui muttered in a low voice, her voice trembling uncontrollably.

Tears of blood flowed down her eyes, flowing more and more, gradually dripping onto her clothes, soaking her clothes into a blood-red patch.

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