No one has taken care of them for a long time. The ancient ancestral halls are climbing vines, and the corners are covered with moss. When Gu Fenghua and his party passed by, a group of frightened birds fluttered their wings and flew out of the hall, making a flurry of calls.

Gu Fenghua and others were puzzled. They thought they were waiting for ruins, but they didn't expect qingshuangjianzong to be so complete. Except for a few ancestral halls, most of them were intact. There's no reason. If the huzong array is broken, how can the Zong hall not be affected, and how can it be so well preserved?

"How was Qingshuang Jianzong defeated?" Gu Fenghua couldn't help asking.

"We were training outside at that time. When we came back to the sect, the main part of the guard array had already been defeated, and the elders and elder martial brothers of the sect had died on the spot." Lin Zhentang wiped his eyes and said with grief. Beside him, the two former Qingshuang sword disciples were also in tears.

They didn't want to recall their sad past. Besides, they didn't know much. Gu Fenghua didn't ask any more questions, but he was still full of doubts.

According to the theory, the huzong formation was forcibly broken down, and the ancestral halls could never be so well preserved. It's like a traitor. As long as the patriarch and the elder open the formation in time, they can fight with each other to break it, right? It really doesn't make sense.

Gu Fenghua thought about it and couldn't understand it. All of a sudden, a throb came from her heart, and she felt a dangerous and gloomy Qi.

"Wait!" Gu Fenghua grabbed Lin Zhentang. Her six senses are far more than ordinary sages. Now she is promoted to the five heavenly saints. Naturally, her six senses are more powerful, and her intuition of danger is also more acute. However, it is not any danger that can make her palpitation, otherwise she can frighten herself to death. What can make her palpitation is not an ordinary crisis.

If it is not an illusion, there must be great danger hidden in this valley.

Lin Zhentang looks at Gu Fenghua in a puzzled way. Immediately, he sees that her expression becomes extremely dignified. Although he didn't know what was going on, he stopped at once.

Lornen, ye colorless and Bai pangzi hold the handle of the sword at the same time. Only by looking at Gu Fenghua's dignified expression, they know that there must be danger in the valley, which even Gu Fenghua dare not underestimate.

"Jie, I didn't guess wrong. You've really come back." In the ear, suddenly came a strange sound of laughter.

Although the setting sun has not yet completely set, the valley is deep and silent, and the strange laughter in the ears is more gloomy and strange, which makes people feel numb.

"Who is it?" Gu Fenghua asked in a deep voice.

"Sure enough, there are still people who know the whereabouts of xuanxu Kurong grass. I'm not waiting for nothing!" In front of the hall, an old man in black robes came out slowly.

This man has white hair, his face is full of wrinkles, his thin hand is leaning on a dark wooden stick, and his black robe floats around with his steps. With his hoarse voice, it makes people feel more strange, like a corpse just climbing out of the cemetery.

"Xuanxu withered grass?" Lin Zhentang was puzzled.

Although he personally handed the sealed wooden box to Gu Fenghua, he didn't know what was in it.