He stood up from the wicker chair, and the ground suddenly began to shake violently.

"What's wrong? What happened?" Zhang Shanfeng was shocked and hurriedly contacted Qi Lingdao.

"Sect Master, something big has happened. A heavily armed warrior is coming towards us from outside. There is a black cloud behind him, and there seems to be a lot of people inside."

"What? Qi Ling, please help me gather the disciples quickly and hide in the secret room first, especially those disciples who are in the tribulation stage. I have a hunch that those people are coming for them!"

Zhang Shanfeng put on his coat and flew out of the tower.

He summoned a few loose immortals to go outside Haotian Sect Mountain to see what was going on.

"Who is coming? What is your role in our Haotian Sect?"

As soon as he landed, Zhang Shanfeng shouted at the sword warrior not far away.

Now that my uncle is gone, I have to take on the responsibility of being the leader of the sect.

A gloomy and heavy voice came from the samurai's steel helmet, "The ghost world is doing business, and the idle people are waiting to retreat quickly."

Working in the ghost world? Are these people the undercover agents of the ghost world?

No wonder there is no color on him.

But what do they do when they come to Haotian Sect?

"I am not an idler, I am the sect leader of the Haotian Sect, Shanfeng. All the Yin Chai masters come to our Haotian sect to handle matters. Shouldn't I, as the sect leader, take care of it?" Although Zhang Shanfeng was panicking in his heart, he still had an expression on his face.

He still had to show his composure, after all, there were several masters of the strongest Sanxian level standing behind him.

Jiang Li looked up and down at the seven or eight monks opposite him. After one integration period, the rest were all loose immortals.

Well, as expected, they are all just idle people.

He waved his sword and the Haotian Sect monk in front of him was instantly frozen.

"Brothers, rush in directly and look for those monks who are in the tribulation period!" Jiang Li waved his sword, and countless evil spirits emerged from the black mist.

These yinsha emerged from the black mist and were still a mass of black mist. Five thousand masses of black mist were overwhelming and crashed into the mountain guarding formation. Some used knives to chop them, some used awls to smash them, and some used gun barrels.

With every attack, there will be a circle of excitement on the Haotian Sect's formation. Under the dense attacks, the spiritual veins supporting the formation have consumed a lot of spiritual power in an instant, and are about to be exhausted.

These two spiritual veins were the bodies of two spiritual people brought back by Su Fan and Xian Cheng, and they were used by the people of the Haotian Sect to practice for an unknown amount of time.

In the blink of an eye, the formation was broken by the Yin soldiers, and the Demon Slayer Domain spread in. Five thousand Yin soldiers attacked Haotian Sect, looking for the disciples who had transcended the tribulation period.

A silent killing is taking place in the Haotian Sect...

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Ashina Village.

After landing on the shore, the group of people walked forward casually along a path, and a village appeared in front of them.

"Is this Ashina Village? Why does it look so shabby? I thought it was a place like a paradise."

Kong Jiashi shook his head and said.

From the outside, one can see the poverty and backwardness of this village.

The houses in the village are all low wooden houses, narrow and dilapidated, and there are not even basic walls outside the village.

There is an abandoned shrine at the entrance of the village, a tall torii gate with a few crows scattered on it, a dead tree next to it, and a few tattered prayer charms hanging on it. There are some cultivated fields in front of it, but

But no one was plowing the fields, and the fields were overgrown with weeds.

There is a desolate scene everywhere, only the stream flowing out of the village is clear.

Li Qining stood blankly in front of the shrine and whispered: "Yes, this is my hometown..."

"Is there anyone alive in this village?" Wang Bingxuan asked.

"There is still smoke from cooking in the village. Let's go in and take a look.

You'll know just by looking." Su Fan suggested.

Li Qining was very familiar with the road into the village, so she led everyone forward, but as they walked, a heavy fog suddenly filled the surrounding area.

It seemed as if someone didn't welcome them, or someone wanted to hide some secret. In short, they lost their way not long after entering.

"Everyone, come closer, don't get separated!" Su Fan reminded everyone, and then made a mark on a big tree at hand with a stone.

But for a wanderlust like Su Fan, it was actually in vain. He just wanted to find some psychological comfort.

However, what was horrifying was that after walking for an unknown amount of time, they actually returned to the big tree with the mark.

Even though Li Qining, a local, could no longer tell the direction.

"It's so white that we can't see anything. We won't be able to get out, right?"

Kong Jiashi's old habit relapsed, and his legs began to tremble involuntarily.

Su Fan thought for a while and said: "This white mist appeared out of thin air. I think someone should have done it deliberately. We must first find the source of this white mist."

Kong Jiashi trembled and said: "Then, how should I look for it? It's so white that I can't see anything."

"If you can't see, just listen with your ears."

Wang Bingxuan suddenly put his hand to his mouth and said: "Shh, everyone, stop talking, listen carefully, there seems to be some sound."

The four of them concentrated their minds and listened carefully to the sounds in the fog: the sound of gurgling water coming from far away, the wind rustling the leaves...

In addition, there is a sound of a flute as thin as a gossamer.

Everyone closed their eyes and felt it carefully. The low voice was plaintive and gentle, and seemed to have endless sadness.

If I guess correctly, it should be the guy who plays the flute!

"Let's follow this sound and find this guy."

Su Fan made a few gestures, and everyone immediately understood and followed him in the direction where the flute sound came from.

A few people were careful and kept their steps low so that they could hear the sound of the flute without attracting each other's attention, killing two birds with one stone.

Arriving at a low house covered with thatch, Su Fan stood still and gestured to several people.

It probably means: "This sound is coming from inside, let's go in quietly so as not to alert others..."

Several people nodded in understanding, and then under the leadership of Su Fan, they walked around the house to the front door, only to find two yellow paper seals stuck inside the front door, which were the same kind of talisman paper used by Li Qining.

Isn't this a talisman to suppress ghosts?

Could it be that... the person playing the flute is actually a ghost?

Su Fan turned his head and looked at Wang Bingxuan with questioning eyes. The latter nodded slightly, confirming his suspicion.

In that case, we can get rid of him directly.

There was a crooked-necked tree next to the short house. Su Fan took the Qiankun bag given by Wang Bingxuan and flew up to the roof.

There was thatch on the roof, and he stretched out his hand to hold a pile of thatch aside.

Looking inside, the first thing that caught the eye was a mourning hall. Two candles were burning in front of the mourning hall, illuminating half of Xiao and four strange hands that were extremely pale and only had three fingers.

At this time, the ghost suddenly discovered Su Fan, and immediately raised the Xiao Guan towards Su Fan and sucked hard.

Several wisps of energy visible to the naked eye emerged from Su Fan's body, and he felt that his strength was rapidly draining away.

It's broken, we can't wait any longer, we have to take action!

Relying on the courage of an expert, Su Fan opened the mouth of the Qiankun bag, jumped down from the roof, and pocketed the four-handed flute-playing ghost.

"Ah yo..."

Accompanied by a strange cry, the essence that had been sucked away by the flute-playing ghost emerged from its body again, and again

Return to Su Fan's body.

Okay, now we have recovered the first ghost!

After opening the door and going out, the heavy fog that had been filling the area had completely dissipated, and the whole village returned to its normal appearance.

Perhaps because it was getting late, although the surrounding area was covered with green grass and moss, it looked dirty, making the whole village dilapidated and dilapidated.

The whole village was filled with an atmosphere of extreme terror.

This kind of horror is different from the previous one in the ghost town. The environment in the ghost town itself is scary. There are grave crows, rotting corpses and bones everywhere...

The environment of this ghost village is not a truly scary place, but it makes the natural environment unnatural and full of dissonance.

"Sister, have you lived in such an... uncomfortable place since you were a child?" Kongjiashi said, rubbing his arms.

The fog cleared, and everyone dared to speak a little louder.

"No, it wasn't like this before. There must be some reason why it became like this..." Li Qining shook her head and said.

"It looks like we don't have to look for evil spirits anymore. There are quite a few ghosts here, which will keep us busy for a while..."

Su Fan said in a deep voice: "I just caught a spirit-sucking ghost with four arms. If you encounter it, be careful and don't let him use Xiao on you."

All three of them nodded seriously.

"Qi Ning, can you recognize the direction now?" Wang Bingxuan said: "If you can recognize it, let's continue walking forward."

Immediately afterwards, the four of them started walking forward again. Su Fan passed by the big tree that he had marked again, and facing the direction of the mark, there was actually a muddy path.
To be continued...