The tip of the tongue of the big tongue has been stained with a stiff thorn, and the tongue body is twisted, like a stiff thorn entangled. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The last arrow on the crossbow in Feng Jiutian's hand, after the Zombie Thorn just flew out of the palm of his hand, that arrow also shot out of the crossbow.

The arrow was not shot at the footprints of the coffin, but followed the trajectory of the Zombie Thorn and shot at the Zombie Thorn.

The big tongue, when the tip of the tongue was stained with a spur, noticed the iron arrow shot from the crossbow. When it sensed that the arrow was not aimed at the footprints of the coffin, it wrapped its tongue around the spine with confidence.

As soon as the arrow in Feng Jiutian's hand was taken out of his hand, his mind moved at will, and the Gang Qi on his body was great, and his palms were already covered with a layer of pale yellow Qiongtian Pure Yang Qi. The double ring of the dome, when the qi on Feng Jiutian's palms appeared, suddenly split his head and drew up, one left and one right, one up and down in a bipolar state rolling in the air, emitting a dazzling brilliance, in the gorgeous brilliance, faintly revealing the endless sound of the phoenix.

The last three iron arrows nailed to the chain were also broken down by the head of the chain that had been raised. With a snort, the head of the chain raised its head, and was about to retract back, shaking off the handle that was inserted in the chain hole on its body.

The double rings of the dome, with a bang, bumped together.

The coffin of the big coffin, when it heard the sound of the double ring of the dome, seemed to suddenly understand something, and the moment it understood, the big tongue was about to let go of the broken thorn that was wrapping up.

Almost at the same time, the arrow struck the stiff thorn curled up by the big tongue.

The big tongue has let go of the stiff spur, and only an inch of tongue tip remains, still sticking to the tail of the stiff spine, and in the blink of an eye, it will all be free from the stiff spur.

The arrow hit the stiff spike with a crisp sound. A little spark flashed between the calcium carbide fires, and as soon as it flashed, it ignited the fluorescence that floated around the tongue. In an instant, like a rope of fire, it burned down the tongue to the big mouth, like lightning in the sky.

The impact of the double ring of the dome also flashed a little spark, and in an instant, the fluorescence floating around the iron chain head ignited. Those fluorescents, like the heads of horses, hold their heads high, and the tongues of fire of sparks are like flowing horsehairs, encircling the iron chain heads.

As soon as the tongue of fire licked the chain, it burned backwards like a fiery dragon. Along the trunks of the trees, it stretched back and forth in zigzags and burned to the bottom of the coffin.

At the bottom of the coffin, there was a sudden gasping sound. Like the wheezing of a ploughing ox, like the frightened cry of a frightened bird, like the howl of a trapped beast, mixed together, it couldn't stop coming out with the shaking of the coffin.

The big tongue that had already ignited subconsciously retracted, and ignited the light blue fluorescence stuck to the chrysanthemum-like mouth, burning from the inside out. The big mouth could no longer spit out the closing hole, but kept changing its twisted head and making a silent hiss.

The big mouth was in the firelight, and from time to time some human heads appeared, and broken and mutilated limbs appeared. Faces flashed in the light of the burning fire on its head.

The mutilated limbs, after flashing, kept changing, then began to reassemble and form, and finally, combined with the already grateful head, glittered, broke away from the burning head, and retreated and floated outward.

That vague but clear face, in the retreating light and shadow, smiled at Feng Jiutian, put his hands together, and after being relieved by a smile, it turned into a breeze and disappeared in an instant.

The coffin of the big coffin was constantly shrinking, and it was constantly shaking with the fire. Whenever a person is reorganized and becomes a complete human body, and after coming out of the coffin, the face of the coffin is like a devil with a silent roar and a hideous expression.

Every time a human body is detached, the coffin of the large coffin will tremble and shrink in an instant.

Those who were not killed on the ground were also surrounded by the fire, lying on the spot trembling, scorched by the fire of those souls, and in the body of each Heyao that was burned to ashes, there would be a human-shaped light mist appearing, revealing a grateful face, smiling at Feng Jiutian and turning into a light breeze, disappearing in an instant.

The iron chain, constantly stirring, constantly shaking, the chain body stretches and contracts from time to time, turning up and down like a python, constantly struggling, the chain body shakes, and makes bursts of sounds.

In the burning chain firelight, from time to time there is a horse's head raising its head to make a long whistle, constantly there are horses' iron hooves kicking the chain body, from time to time there are flowing horse's mane flying above the fire, the vigorous body and the horse's head, horsetail, horse's paw after the synthesis of one, with those who escaped in the burning coffin, together into a fine wind, get rest.

After a while, the long fiery chains began to break into several pieces, and fell to the grass on the ground, setting the dead grass on fire and sending out fire everywhere.

The chains that had been burned off, as soon as a horse came out, began to turn into a snake body that had been cut into countless pieces, rolling, struggling, and writhing on the ground, and then gradually stopped moving, and slowly turned into ashes.

The weapons on the ground are also shattering, melting, and disappearing little by little with the light of those fires.

The coffin kept shrinking up and down, and only the huge footprints on the coffin had not yet been burned. The huge footprint was already beginning to twist, and the soles of the feet were burned with countless cracks.

In the center of the footprints, a pair of eyes emerge from time to time. In these eyes, there is horror, malice, resentment, resentment, sometimes round, sometimes flickering, sometimes smiling, sometimes convulsive.

Finally, the fire burned the huge footprint.

A pair of vicious eyes appeared in the sea of fire, staring at Feng Jiutian resentfully, emitting an evil and cunning light, as if to say: "Between us, it's just the beginning, it's just the beginning." ”

In the blink of an eye, the footprints began to shatter in the shrunken and collapsing coffin.

A cloud of black light rose up in the sea of fire, drew a circle on the sea of fire, transformed the eyes of two evil begs, smiled mysteriously at Feng Jiutian, and in an instant, disappeared into the moonlight.

Hua Can stood by the firelight, listening to Feng Jiutian talk about the general situation just now, and couldn't help but be stunned. Although Feng Jiutian only said it roughly, he could still feel that before, here, there was a fight between life and death.

The two walked out of the woods side by side. The moonlight in the sky was still there, and in the moonlight, the cart stopped quietly, the reins of the horse tied to an arrow stuck in the ground, and he was bowing his head and eating the forage.

There was no trace of Shen Er's fat man on the roof of the car.

Hua Can lifted the curtains of the car, and there was no one in the car.

Hua Can was just about to scold: "This fat man is hiding there again" lazy "", when he was on the carriage of the cart, he saw an arrow pointing forward, and behind the arrow, there were a few bloodstained big characters written: "Found the fifth uncle." ”

The two of them were shocked at the same time: "Fifth Senior Uncle has been missing for three years, and his 'soul source' has long been exhausted, but how can he appear in this place?" ”