With a soft sound, a long iron chain swept away the arrow that Feng Jiutian shot out. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The iron chain, after swinging open and shooting at the footprint on the body of the big coffin, was like a black snake, suddenly raised its head and wrapped itself towards Feng Jiutian.

"Sure enough, the death hole of this big coffin is on that footprint." Feng Jiutian thought secretly.

I remember hearing Master say before that there is a kind of evil spell called the 'foot curse', which will be applied to the coffin of the deceased. And this vicious curse will be more clearly displayed on the coffin over time. This kind of coffin with a vicious curse will not decay, but will continue to increase as the curse applied to the coffin will continue to increase, and the corpse in the coffin will also deteriorate by the curse, becoming what the caster wants to become, for the charm to drive. This is one of the most vicious 'foot curses' in the curse. The 'Foot Curse' will forever trample the body of the cursed under its feet, so that the cursed person will never be able to turn over, and will always be the imprisoned soul of the charm, and there will never be a day to rise and transcend.

The black iron chain rolled towards Feng Jiutian from the bottom to the top of the big iron coffin, and with the sound of the wind, it arrived in front of Feng Jiutian in a blink of an eye.

Feng Jiutian knew that this kind of iron chain could be expanded and contracted freely, and attacks changed from different directions. He hurriedly leaped to the side, and the crossbow in his hand shot the two holes on the ground, and after dodging the pursuit that followed by the chain, he shot two arrows like the footprints on the iron coffin.

With two "ding" sounds, another long chain on the iron coffin danced with a snake-like body, swinging away the two arrows that came over. Immediately, like a snake wandering, the chain suddenly swam forward from the head of the chain to the body of the other chain.

When the heads of the two chains meet, the roots of the chain that swim over and the coffin are connected to the coffin, and the back tail becomes the front head, and a long knife is rolled up from the ground. The blade of the long knife suddenly adhered to a layer of sticky liquid and shot towards Feng Jiutian.

"The big spear that was shot from the other side of the forest just now turned out to be from the iron chain on this big coffin. However, it was obviously shot out of the opposite woods just now, not from the coffin, could it be that these two iron chains could be arbitrarily lengthened to the point where they could burrow into the forest? Feng Jiutian thought.

As soon as his thoughts flashed, the long knife turned into a white light like a spear, shooting at him.

The strong crossbow in Feng Jiutian's hand shot an arrow at the back mountain of the long knife, and the head of the knife was slightly off, and it stabbed obliquely to the side of Feng Jiutian's body. Feng Jiutian flashed, dodged the head of the knife, reached out to hold the blade, ran forward a few steps along the forward force of the knife, dissipated the force, and then, waved the long knife, turned around, and slashed at the chain that followed behind him.

With a "bang", the long knife and the iron chain collided, shaking Feng Jiutian's arm numb. The iron chain paused slightly, still waving towards Feng Jiutian. As soon as Feng Jiutian turned over, the strong crossbow in his hand shot at the footprints on the iron coffin three times in a row, and at the same time, the long knife blocked back, and his body ran towards the edge of the woods with the rebound force.

The iron chain, the speed of chasing Feng Jiutian was slightly slower, and the long iron chain was like a big snake twisted arbitrarily, with a bow upwards from its waist, and the three arrows that shot at the big iron coffin rushed straight into the air.

A vulture hovering over the mouth of the large iron coffin is circling the coffin, smelling the rancid smell coming from the iron coffin, looking for the source of the carrion. An arrow blocked by the chain pierced it through the chest, let out a scream, flapped its wings, and fell to the edge of the coffin.

After the iron chain blocked the three arrows, his body stretched out, as if it was suddenly stretched a lot, and it reached Feng Jiutian's back like lightning.

Feng Jiutian heard the wind behind him, and knew that the strange iron chain was chasing after him again, he didn't look back, and the long knife in his hand swung back, like an eye, blocking the position where the iron chain came.

With a "poof", the front end of the chain slammed into the knife surface, hitting Feng Jiutian's body forward.

Feng Jiutian's back shook, like being hit on the back by a hammer, his body was numb, and then there was a heart-piercing pain. Fortunately, when he stretched out his knife to block the chain, his body rushed forward, and there was a long knife on his back, and the power was distributed to the entire knife body and the whole body, so although he felt a sharp pain, it was fine. As his body was shaken and drifted forward in the air, he stretched out his hand, grabbed a branch beside him, pulled it forward, and dissolved some of his strength. The body drew a semicircle in the air, dodging another pressing pursuit of the chain.

However, that iron chain, like a maggot on a tarsal bone, followed Feng Jiutian's body, bypassed a tree, and chased after him. The head of the black iron chain, weirdly like a pair of invisible eyes, followed behind Feng Jiutian.

Feng Jiutian was running around the trees at the edge of the forest near the open space in the middle. Every few steps, an arrow will be fired through the near hole. Feng Jiutian looked at the corpses of those conjugated and those vultures hovering in the air, and wondered again, "Why, these vultures, looking at these conjugated corpses, don't come down to peck at them?" ”

The iron chain that followed Feng Jiutian was like an invisible ghost, as if it could stretch and elong its body at will. It's like an infinite long night, which can connect bits and pieces of time together, and with Feng Jiutian's figure, he is chasing between the complex trees and trees.

In the blink of an eye, Feng Jiutian shuttled back and forth between more than two dozen trees. The chain, which was like a soul behind him, also followed him through the edge of the woods. The iron chains that shuttle between each tree are wrapped around the tree, like a giant python that cannot see its head and tail, stretching and contracting from tree to tree, making a "whoosh" sound, which is breathtaking.

As Feng Jiutian ran, he casually put the strong crossbow on his shoulder, stretched out his hand to copy the big spear on a tree, and ran towards a big tree that two or three people couldn't hold.

The ghostly iron chain is still there, and it follows Feng Jiutian step by step.

Feng Jiutian's back was already wet.

When he reached the edge of the big tree, Feng Jiutian's pace had slowed down. It seemed that he couldn't run anymore.

The iron chain behind him, in an instant, was behind him. At the top of the chain, it suddenly looked like a big python, arched its back, and then, pressed down violently, the speed suddenly doubled, and hit Feng Jiutian's back with a thunderous momentum.

Feng Jiutian's figure, which already seemed to be at the end of the crossbow, also shot forward in an instant, faster than lightning. When he came to the big tree, he tilted his shoulders and turned around the big tree.

In the blink of an eye, the ghostly iron chain followed Feng Jiutian around the big tree five times.

When he turned to the sixth circle, at the moment when the head of the iron chain intersected with its body wrapped around the tree, Feng Jiutian suddenly reflexively ran at a rapid pace, and inserted the handle of the long knife in his hand into the hole between the two iron chains, and the head of the iron chain suddenly stopped, unable to stretch forward.

Feng Jiutian's figure followed the big tree and lightning around the big tree, reversed to the back of the iron chain head, and passed the tip of the big spear through the other two holes on the side of the two holes that had been pierced by the handle of the long knife just now.

Just now, I was trying to break the chain of the long knife, but suddenly, I could only shake it "bang, bang, bang", and I couldn't stretch it anymore.

"Dob, do." After a series of five iron arrows through the holes in the chain, five arrows nailed the head of the chain to the tree in unison, like a poisonous snake whose head was choked, and could no longer move.

The head of the chain was pinned down, unable to stretch and move as ghostly as it had begun. The whole iron chain from the beginning to the bottom of the coffin is shaking, shaking so much that the coffin can't stop shaking. On the entire iron chain's body, there is mucus dripping downward, like a tongue sticking out, and after it can't be withdrawn, it can't stop the saliva dripping downward.

Feng Jiutian also ignored the ghost that had been imprisoned, took a breath, took the strong crossbow from his back, and walked towards the iron coffin.

Suddenly, the tongue at the top of the iron coffin was desperately struggling upward, as if trying to pull its head out of the coffin.