Feng Hui's face became firm, she knew that she had to bring Zhang Fan back today, even if it was a lot of sacrifices, she would not hesitate to do so.

Feng Hui stepped forward, and under Zhang Fan's fierce resistance, he put the soul restraint rope in his hand directly into his arm.

As long as the soul rope is lassoed around Zhang Fan, so that he can return to reality with him.

"Go home!!" Feng Hui put the soul restraint rope on it, and then pulled the rope body, followed by a blood-colored red light, showing a wave, rippling out from the soul restraint rope for an unknown distance.

And the Sai Lao Immortal and other powerful ghosts in reality, when they saw the red light spreading from the soul rope, they all looked ecstatic, and looked at the bloody wooden door with excited faces.

At this time, there was a change in the soul rope, which meant that Feng Hui had successfully found Zhang Fan.

"Great! Feng Hui found Zhang Fan, Chu Chu, now you quickly pull the soul rope and pull them out!! Seeing this scene, Sai Lao Xian couldn't hide the joy in his heart, and hurriedly shouted at Chu Chu.

Hearing this, Chu Chu nodded silently, mustered up all his strength, and began to pull the soul rope in his hand. But after she just pulled the soul restraint rope, the next moment, her face showed surprise, because Chu Chu found that the soul restraint rope in her hand had no weight at all, and it looked extremely light, as if she was pulling a rubber band, effortlessly.

Sensing such a miraculous situation, Chu Chu also became more and more forceful, pulling the soul rope in his hand. ..... As Chu Chu pulled the soul restraint rope, Feng Hui saw a blood-colored avenue extending from a distant area, opening up a way for them to go home.

And at the end of this blood-colored avenue, there were seven bright candles like the sun, and the golden candlelight burned violently.

From the current position, the seven candles dispelled the darkness of the entire world, and even the surrounding scene became extremely clear.

This is the seven-star lamp, illuminating the way back to reality for Feng Hui and Zhang Fan. Feng Hui looked at the guidance of the seven-star lantern, stepped on the blood-colored avenue under her feet, and took Zhang Fan to stride towards the road she came.

As long as he returns to reality, Zhang Fan will be saved. But just when Feng Hui took Zhang Fan out of a few steps, she suddenly found that she couldn't pull Zhang Fan, as if Zhang Fan had become a giant mountain at this moment, which was extremely heavy.

Even if it was Feng Hui, who was a top-level red-clothed ghost, he couldn't pull him. Feng Hui stopped and looked at him suspiciously.

But the moment she looked at it, she found that behind Zhang Fan, a tall and burly pitch-black ghost appeared at some point.

This pitch-black ghost exuded a terrifying cold aura, wrapped in a terrifying spirit, standing behind Zhang Fan, dragging his body and not letting him move in the slightest.

Seeing this scene, Feng Hui frowned, her eyes were covered with fierce coldness, and she raised her hand and slapped towards the pitch-black ghost.

Bringing Zhang Fan back to reality, she will not allow anyone to stop her. Whoever dares to stop it will die. This is Feng Hui's bottom line, and no one can touch it.

A fluttering slap was withdrawn, mixed with the spirit of destroying the world and the earth, and it hit the body of the pitch-black ghost with a bang, and then I saw the violent distortion and deformation of the pitch-black ghost, and began to disintegrate, just for a moment, it turned into ashes in the sky and dissipated.

Seeing the dark ghost disappearing, Feng Huicai turned his head and continued to walk towards the location of the seven-star lantern with Zhang Fan.

But when Feng Hui took less than two steps, she found that she couldn't pull Zhang Fan, her expression showed coldness, and she turned to look.

I saw the pitch-black ghost that should have been killed by myself, but I don't know when it reappeared, standing behind Zhang Fan, pulling his body.

Seeing this scene, Feng Hui's eyes overflowed with blood and tears, and he slapped the dark ghost again.

But this time, the supernatural contained in this slap was blocked with one hand by a pigtailed ghost child wearing a black coat who couldn't see clearly.

"Huh?" Seeing that his supernatural attack was blocked, Feng Hui was a little stunned, as if he was surprised that the other party would have such a method.

Just when Feng Hui was stunned. The ghost child in the black coat shook his body, and in the next moment, an identical ghost child strode out from behind him.

After the second ghost child walked out, the body of the second ghost child shook again, and soon, the third ghost child walked out again.

There is no end, and so on, the fourth, fifth, sixth, ten, hundred, thousands of ghost children in black coats, like cell division, strode out.

But it's still not over, the figure of the ghost child in the black coat is still coming out in a steady stream, endless, dense.

Seeing this scene, Feng Hui's expression became a little solemn. It seems that in this unknown place, there are some terrifying ghosts who are unwilling to let themselves take Zhang Fan out.

In the one after another to stop themselves. Although the appearance of the endless black coat ghost children made the surrounding supernatural aura reach its peak.

But in fact, for Feng Hui, it still does not pose the slightest threat.

"Smack!" Feng Hui didn't want to waste too much time, the most important thing now was to take Zhang Fan out, and he couldn't be dragged by them here.

Feng Hui snapped his fingers out crisply, and the next moment, all the black coat ghost children who appeared turned into ashes in groups, and they all went to perdition.

Although I don't know what type of ghost the pitch-black ghost behind Zhang Fan is, to Feng Hui, it is still fragile and can be destroyed with a snap of a finger.

As the ghost children in black coats died in groups, the pitch-black ghost figure that was originally standing behind Zhang Fan turned into ashes again.

This time, Feng Hui was not in a hurry to leave, she wanted to see if this dark ghost would be resurrected again.

If it came back to life, Feng Hui didn't mind killing it once. If killing it once doesn't work, kill it twice, kill it three times.

Sure enough, as Feng Hui expected, the pitch-black ghost shadow was resurrected again in less than three seconds after it turned into ashes.

And with its resurrection, new supernatural powers burst out again. A vast and boundless blood-colored ghost tree transformed from the darkness, gradually taking root, and the thick snake-like vines tossed and drooped, hanging down overwhelmingly, mixed with monstrous supernatural coercion, swept towards Feng Hui.

Feng Hui was expressionless in this regard, her expression was as usual, she slowly raised her palm, and snapped her fingers again.

With the snap of his fingers, the overwhelming vine branches shattered inch by inch, turning into ashes at a speed visible to the naked eye, and dissipated.

The body of the pitch-black ghost shadow also collapsed again, turning into black powder and dissipating. Obviously, even if it was a powerful pitch-black ghost, in Feng Hui's supernatural attack, it was not an opponent, and he died again.

However, it was only three seconds after death, and the pitch-black ghost was resurrected, and then, one after another grass stalks were woven into hanging ropes, which hung densely from the sky and strangled towards Feng Hui's neck.

In this regard, Feng Hui slapped expressionlessly, and in just an instant, all the slings collapsed, and the spirit contained in it disappeared.

The pitch-black ghost is dead again. Three seconds later, the pitch-black ghost shadow came back to life, and countless skinless blood-colored figures crawled out of the black dirt, swaying left and right towards Feng Hui.

Feng Hui looked like this, and slapped him again. In an instant, countless skinless blood-colored figures all fell, turning into a puddle of mud and rotting all over the ground.

The pitch-black ghost died. Soon, the dark ghost is resurrected and returns with a new supernatural spirit. A woman in a white dress squatting on the ground, leaning against Feng Hui, slowly appeared.

And when Feng Hui saw the woman in the white dress, her brows furrowed abruptly. Because she felt a sense of danger from the other party.

The moment Feng Hui saw the other party, a smell similar to rotting raw meat rippled in front of her, and the next moment, Feng Hui saw the head of the woman in the white dress twisting weirdly.

"It's interesting, but for me, it's not enough!" Seeing the face of the woman in the white dress, Feng Hui quickly understood everything and figured out the law of killing.

This curse-like law of killing is of no use to oneself and does not pose a threat at all. Feng Hui's blood-colored eyes lit up for a moment, and then the figure of the woman in the white dress suddenly turned into a puff of dust and dissipated in the air.

At the same time, the dark ghost dies together. Three more times later, the dark ghost shadow was resurrected again, and the new spirit was changed back.

Looking at the continuous resurrection of the pitch-black ghost shadow and the generation of new supernatural beings, Feng Hui's eyes narrowed, and her heart moved slightly.

Now she fully understood. This unknown level goblin can't be killed at all, and even if it does, it can be resurrected indefinitely.

Although Feng Hui is not afraid, it is extremely disadvantageous if it is dragged down, once the time drags on, the possibility of Zhang Fan's resurrection will become more and more difficult.

So, you can't be entangled with it, you need to leave quickly. Thinking about the powerful relationship, Feng Hui snapped her fingers and destroyed the supernatural brought by the dark ghost, taking this opportunity, she hurriedly dragged Zhang Fan, who had lost her memory, and quickly rushed towards the place where the seven-star lantern was.

Without avoiding the pitch-black ghost shadow pulling Zhang Fan again, Feng Hui disregarded his injuries and exploded all his supernatural powers.

The blood-colored mist formed a bewitching windbreaker that wrapped Feng Hui's body. Blood is like a burning flame that illuminates the dark world.

The darkness is fading, the wind is stopping, and all the weirdness seems to have fallen back into silence. It all looks like it's going to be a happy ending, but ..... The seven-star lantern that was supposed to illuminate the way back for Feng Hui and the others was strangely extinguished at this moment.

At the moment when the seven-star lamp went out, the infinite black shadows that had been standing up from the dark earth also raised their heads and let out a deafening roar, and then, their heads twisted at a frenzied angle, rotating three hundred and sixty degrees, all of which were attracted by the blood-colored Feng Hui.

It seems that Feng Hui at this time has become a mass of flesh and blood in this unknown dark place, causing the hostility of ghosts all over the world!

They are longing, longing. was attracted by Feng Hui's monstrous supernatural aura. Sharp, noisy, the whole dark place, all boiling.