From the time when those pale red and pale blue fluorescences began to float out of the grass, Feng Jiutian knew how to crack this iron coffin. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Although this is a road full of death, he has not felt the smell of a corpse decomposing on this road since he stepped on this road. This means that as soon as those people were killed, they were moved from this road to other places. Otherwise, with his natural sensitivity to the grave, it is impossible not to notice the smell of rotting corpses here.

On the way just now, even the corpse blood of those corpse monkeys and toads was sucked away by the rattan that I don't know what it was. Presumably, fifty or sixty years ago, the blood shed by those who were killed was also sucked away by rattan.

In this coffin, the original fight must have been extremely tragic. When the people of that tribe, having been slain by the first two coffins, fled to this coffin, and the coffins that were spit out by the great iron coffins were brought into the forest with their cries and laughter, and then the coffins used the weapons dropped by the dead men of the first two coffins to slaughter them. Those who were cornered, at that time, probably knew that there was no chance of survival, so they put aside their fear and engaged in an asymmetrical fight to the death with the coffin.

The bodies of those who were killed in this forest have long since disappeared, but the blood shed during the fight has not been sucked away for some unknown reason, but has been left in its place.

This blood, imprisoned by the curse on the coffin, accumulates over time and then clings to the roots and sleeps around the roots, sleeping year after year, month after month of curse, day after day in the repeated decay of dead grass.

This blood, the physical soul of those who were killed, was permanently cursed and sealed by the footprints on the coffin. They cannot accept the caress of the wind, nor can they be baptized by the rain. It can only sleep forever, sealed forever by evil curses.

Only when they encounter the pure yang qi of a person can they be carried up by the heat energy from the grass and the roots of the grass, floating on the grass and floating in the breeze.

At this time, they had been activated by Feng Jiutian's innate Gang Qi. The pure qi awakens their souls, inspiring them to hope that their souls will be at peace. They had been crushed by the coffin, and their bodies were in different places. Now, at last, there is a chance for the cursed souls to rest, so they desperately use their weak, scattered, fragmentary souls to surround and sink their iron coffins.

Now, they have dissolved their souls into the coffin without hesitation. When they felt the righteous qi of pure yang, they knew that this was their last chance, and they knew that only this pure yang qi could save their souls.

Now, they are waiting, the one who can save their souls, to deliver the final blow to the coffin.

The coffin seemed to know that the person they were killing with all their might change everything that had been dominated by it here. Therefore, it kept bleeding out of the slime, trying to wash away the fluorescent light attached to the large coffin, and kept shaking the bottom of the coffin, transmitting anger to the iron chain, so that the iron chain could once again wield its powerful minions.

The corpses on the ground gathered more and more, almost leaving Feng Jiutian without a gap to stay.

Feng Jiutian was dodging, reaching out to touch the fluorescence that was sticking to his clothes, and those fluorescences suddenly made a slight and small popping sound, just like the sound made when frying beans in a pot. As soon as these voices sounded, the fluorescent ones attached to the coffin and the chains began to make noises one after another, like in the woods, there was a huge pot stir-frying beans.

The shaking of the coffin became even more violent. It was as if those fluorescent bean-like popping sounds made it even more frightened and angry. At the mouth of its coffin, there was the sound of pulling and pulling from time to time, and a large amount of mucus was constantly gushing out along with the sound of pulling and pulling. Obviously, it also knows that at this time, it has come to the point of life and death.

At the bottom of the coffin, a cold air suddenly emitted, and a light mist gradually rose and began to linger at the bottom of the coffin. Those fluorescent dots that rushed to the coffin with the momentum of Feng Jiutian's running, when they floated towards the coffin, they seemed to be very blocked, and they could only float around the coffin body a foot away from the coffin.

Feng Jiutian's Gang Qi suddenly flourished, and Feng Huan, under the control of Gang Qi, circled around the bottom of the coffin, emitting a faint yellow Gang Qi. Suddenly, the cold breath emitted from the bottom of the coffin was pressed back into the coffin. The light blue scattered fluorescence blocked by the cold air formed a light cloud that instantly surrounded the bottom of the coffin.

The phoenix ring, along the edge of the iron chain, walked and stopped, back and forth, around the iron chain, emitting pure gangqi, forcing back the cold air emitted from the iron chain. Those pale red fluorescents, blocked by the cold, swarmed up and surrounded the iron chains.

Suddenly, Feng Jiutian kicked a halberd that fell off Heyao's body towards the footprints of the coffin. The tongue of the coffin swam towards the halberd like a snake, rolled up the halberd, and shot at Feng Jiutian in reverse.

Feng Jiutian didn't seem to expect that the coffin would reflect the halberd back, and he was suddenly a little in a hurry, and took a few steps forward in a row before he could dodge the halberd that was rolled up by his tongue.

Suddenly, Feng Jiutian withdrew the double rings of the dome, and the two rings were beside the trees wrapped in iron chains, hanging in the air, dripping and turning, emitting a faint yellow gas.

A joint hole pounced on Feng Jiutian, and it was stained with an iron hammer and a long sword. Probably it didn't know that the hammer had to be picked up and smashed out hard to have power, so when the hammer on its body just touched Feng Jiutian's clothes, it was hacked to death by Feng Jiutian. The hammer fell off the moment he died.

Before the hammer fell to the ground, Feng Jiutian's left foot hooked, the hammer was lifted, Feng Jiutian broke the stiffness and stabbed his left hand, and his right hand followed the force of the upper hand, slamming the round hammer into the footprints of the big coffin.

The tongue on the top of the coffin, when Feng Jiutian's sledgehammer just got out of his hand, had already stretched out his tongue, calculated the trajectory of the sledgehammer flying, and rolled towards the sledgehammer. At the moment when it rolled towards the sledgehammer, Feng Jiu Tiangang's qi was great, and the double ring of the dome began to dance in a circle at the head of the iron chain, emitting a brilliant pale yellow gangqi. The fluorescent dots that finally woke up from the grass were all concentrated at the head of the iron chain along with the qi, and with the rotating double ring, they were stained on the head of the chain.

The head of the chain, as if feeling something strange, kept shaking the chain body, in a blink of an eye, the first two iron arrows on the head of the chain shook off, a clattering sound, the head of the chain, like the seven inches of a poisonous snake, raised.

The big tongue wrapped around the hammer in its path. Who knows, the round iron hammer, coupled with the mucus on Heyao's body, became slippery, slipped out of the big tongue's entanglement, and continued to fly towards the footprints of the big coffin.

The big tongue rolled up empty, and quickly drew a circle, and the back of the tongue turned into the front, and quickly rolled the sledgehammer that was about to hit the footprint.

Feng Jiutian was waiting for this opportunity.

The spur in his hand stabbed like lightning to the footprints of the coffin. He knew that as long as this thorn pierced the footprints on the coffin, with the sharpness of the stiff thorn, it would be able to pierce all of them into the coffin and completely break the anger of the coffin.

The big tongue obviously knew the power of the lightning strike from the Zombie Thorn, and before he had time to roll up the sledgehammer and counterattack towards Feng Jiutian, he retracted his tongue and let go of the sledgehammer, letting the sledgehammer fall out in mid-air.

The big tongue is curled and entangled, and in an instant, it will be rolled up with a stiff thorn that flies like a meteor.

The last arrow on Feng Jiutian's crossbow shot out at the last moment.