The strong crossbow was now on Feng Jiutian's back, and on the crossbow, there was only one arrow left. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

This is an arrow that determines life and death, an arrow that determines the fate of the soul.

A huge fluorescent light enveloped Feng Jiutian's whole body, and he jumped and ran as Feng Jiutian jumped and ran on the edge of the coffin. Those who were close to the coffin kept sliding down from the upper mouth of the coffin, and all kinds of weapons were stained on their bodies, squeezing Feng Jiutian's range of activity smaller and smaller.

That big tongue was condescending, and from time to time he took the opportunity to sneak attack Feng Jiutian. Every time it struck Feng Jiutian once, a layer of reddish fluorescence would stick to its tongue. Strangely, none of those pale blue fluorescent dots touched the tongue. As soon as those pale red fluorescents touched the snake-like tongue, they immediately dissolved with the mucus on the tongue and became one with the tongue, gradually dyeing the big black tongue, emitting a faint red light.

Feng Jiutian held a knife in his left hand and a zombie thorn in his right hand, dodging and moving on the edge of the coffin. Although the circle that can move is getting smaller and smaller, Feng Jiutian can still continue to kill Heyao.

The weapons that were stabbed to death by the stabbing or hacked to death by the long knife will fall off the body the moment they die. Feng Jiutian would pick up the handles of those weapons with his toes while running, and with the other foot, he would kick the weapons he picked up into the air with the big footprints on the body of the big coffin.

Whenever a weapon shot at the big footprint, the coffin would pause and spit out, waving its tongue to wrap around the weapon and throw it aside.

The chain that was nailed to the tree was still struggling. The chains tugged at the trees around them, making a snapping sound and a slight cracking sound as the trunk swayed. The five arrows on the head of the chain, under its shaking, are about to begin to loosen a little, and before long, they may be shaken off by the head of the chain.

After Feng Jiutian nailed the iron chain, those light blue fluorescents began to dip into the iron chain after being awakened by Feng Jiutian, and merged with the slime of the iron chain.

If you look closely, you will find that the tiny fluorescence stuck to the iron chain is also wrestling with the slime, desperately drilling into the slime. Although the slime repels these small fluorescents, it is too sticky to shake off the fluorescent dots that can't be glued.

Feng Jiutian knew that those pale blue fluorescent dots were the corpses of the horses that were killed by this iron chain and the joint hole decades ago. These soul-like fluorescents, once awakened by Feng Jiutian's passing, will stick to the iron chains, like air around the iron chains.

Feng Jiutian was surrounded by the coffin, and gradually narrowed the distance between himself and the coffin. He naturally knew that the closer he got to the coffin, the greater the threat that the big tongue brought to him. Once you get entangled in your tongue, there is no way to get out.

Opportunities often go hand in hand with crises. Feng Jiutian is well aware of this eternal truth. Therefore, he took advantage of the siege of Hejiao and kept approaching the coffin.

He was besieged by Heyao, as if he was physically exhausted, and kept approaching the big coffin. His proximity did not arouse the suspicion of the coffin, but the coffin waved its long tongue from time to time, striking the prey that was gradually approaching, trying to capture the prey that had almost been trapped to death. The mucus on the large coffin kept gushing out, repairing the fine lines that kept appearing on the coffin.

From the head of the iron chain, it was constantly surrounded by startled pale red fluorescence, and from a distance, it looked like a long pale red color band, slowly dyeing towards the coffin, slowly surging over.

Feng Jiutian had already been surrounded by Hejiao to the edge of the big coffin, only a zhang away from the big coffin, and it was possible that he would be caught by the tongue that was waiting for an opportunity to come over at any time. Those pale blue fluorescents had already surrounded Feng Jiutian. After Feng Jiutian took another step closer to the big coffin, those light blue fluorescents, using the heat on Feng Jiutian's body, began to float towards the body of the big coffin.

Those fluorescents, as soon as they touched the body of the coffin, were like dry dust seeing rain, burrowing into the slime and tangling with the slime.

The big coffin, suddenly seemed to feel something, kept shaking the coffin, trying to drive away the more and more fluorescent light from its evil coffin, that long tongue, kept waving around Feng Jiutian, attacking Feng Jiutian from different angles. Those Hejiao, as if they also knew something, went crazy, and pounced on Feng Jiutian.

The pale blue fluorescence suddenly changed. The fluttering fluorescence began to flutter like a human body condensed around the coffin, some like palms, some like arms and arms waving towards the coffin; Some of them are like human feet, like thighs, jumping towards the coffin; Some of the condensed fluorescent light began to transform into human avatars, and their faces were angry, and their eyes seemed to spew out hatred and anger towards the coffin.

Feng Jiutian looked at the severed limbs that had been transformed by fluorescence into human beings, and couldn't stop throwing himself towards the coffin, knowing what a tragic fight had happened here decades ago. Those people have fallen into a trap, slaughtered, strangled, cursed, and mutilated, leaving these resentments to sleep in the woods, in the barren grass, in the decay of the dead grass year after year, in the curse of the soul that will never turn over.

Suddenly, Feng Jiutian's whole body emitted a pale yellow gang qi, and the gang qi continued to surge around with his heart, and as he ran to kill the figure of the coffin, it floated around the coffin, floating but not scattering.

The light blue fluorescence was instantly stimulated by his powerful and righteous qi. Those floating stumps and severed bodies are constantly forming the human body, constantly rushing towards the coffin. Those fluorescents that began to surround Feng Jiutian's side, at the moment when Feng Jiutian's Firmament Pure Yang Qi rose, they transformed into human form, silently roaring and pounced on the big coffin.

The pale red fluorescence surrounding the iron chain transformed into a horse head with a long roar in the sky in Feng Jiutian's ever-strong qi, opened its big mouth, and exposed its strong teeth to bite and impact on the iron chain.

The coffin and the chains, as if in an instant, had an epiphany. The coffin kept bleeding mucus, trying to wash away the fluorescent light that was sticking to the coffin, and the iron chain was making a sound of strangling the tree. The voices were like evil screams, like horror.

The bottom of the coffin kept shaking, and the anger continued to pass to the iron chain. It's like knowing what happens to the coffin of those awakened souls. The coffin writhed and shook incessantly, sending anger to the chains attached to it.

That big long black tongue was like a poisonous snake, like a ghost, like a demon entangled, pounced, and bounced towards Feng Jiutian. It knew that as long as Feng Jiutian was killed, everything would end, everything would return to its previous peace, and everything would still be dominated by it.

Those fluorescent human bodies and horse heads seem to know that once they lose this opportunity, they will sink forever, they will forever sleep in the curse of the evil coffin, decaying in withered grass and decay year after year, and there will be no chance of recovery. So, their resentment, their hatred, they have been waiting for the opportunity to recover, so that they rush to the coffin without hesitation, to the chain.

Now, they're waiting for the person who activated them to deliver the final blow.

That blow would free and liberate their souls that had been imprisoned for nearly a hundred years.

Feng Jiutian awakened these imprisoned and cursed souls. He knew that his final blow would rewrite the fate of these souls.