The white bones, in bulk, were pieced together at the bottom of the coffin. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 At the fractures of the bones, there were rhizomes of different thicknesses - those tree roots, which grew from the bottom of the coffin, and broke the originally intact bones into countless pieces, lying at the bottom of the coffin.

Feng Jiutian sighed. He could imagine what kind of torture the fourteen-year-old girl had suffered sixty-seven years ago.

"For sixty-seven years, I have been like this, lying at the bottom of a coffin in the dark, waiting for the man who really saved me. Now, you're finally here. Your arrival is definitely not a bad thing for me, who is too miserable to be miserable. But, I don't know, what I'm going to bring you. If anything bad happens, it's not my intention - and I don't want to hurt you. The voice in the coffin was a little excited.

"It is our mission to help the weak and straighten out, and we will never retreat because of difficulties or dangers." Feng Jiutian's palms were lightly raised, and his intention moved at will, and the pure yang qi of the sky appeared in his palm, and he read lightly in his mouth, "Between the hidden bones and the coffin, Feng Xinggang steps the coffin of the head, hugging the yuan and guarding a middle breath, and now the curse insect is scattered, the movement is like the Luoyang Fufu, the law is like the Futu book, the law is urgent, the law is the sky, and the Haohao Zhengdao is the murder map." ”

As soon as the words fell, the qi in Feng Jiutian's left palm had already enveloped the entire coffin, the middle finger and index finger of his right hand were brought together, the thumb pressed the ring finger and little finger, and then, the middle finger swiped on the tip of the index finger, and a drop of pure yang blood overflowed the fingertip. He breathed inside, and a stream of qi rushed to the middle finger of his right hand, scattering the drop of pure yang blood, turning into a mist and spilling into the coffin.

The misty pure yang blood qi slowly fell in the coffin with the gang qi, covering every inch of the coffin and bones in the coffin, and a layer of extremely faint red-yellow gang qi floated in the coffin.

A gasp sounded softly in the coffin. The scattered bones trembled slightly, like a human body, trembling gently from the pain.

Feng Jiutian knew that his 'soul fixing hand' had fixed the bones in the coffin.

In a short period of time, any feminine object that is immobilized by the 'Soul Fixing Hand' will lose its ability to move.

'Soul Fixing Hand--Use the middle finger of the Broken Plague Guard's pure yang blood, and pure yang qi to open and spray on the yin, which can suppress the yin and be unable to move in a short time.

Since ancient times, evil does not prevail over good, and yin does not suppress yang. This kind of 'soul fixing hand' and 'soul chasing soul chasing hand' all rely on pure yang blood and gang qi to suppress the yin matter, and it is almost impossible to miss. However, using the 'Soul Fixing Hand' is also extremely draining.

Feng Jiutian leaned forward, his palms already reaching into the coffin, and holding the skull of the skeleton. The palm of the right hand is relaxed, close to the back of the skull and head, the forefoot is pressed back, the back of the palm is pressed against the nasal bone and teeth of the skull face, and the index finger against the middle finger has just been scratched A drop of blood spilled on the tip of the middle finger.

Suddenly, Feng Jiutian's middle finger and index finger were wrong, the tips of his index fingers were also stained with blood, and his two fingers were like lightning, touching into the two black hole eye bones of the skull, and the fingertips were against the inner wall of the skull.

Feng Jiutian's 'Soul Searching Collector' has been cast.

In a low voice, he read again: "Between the hidden bones and the coffin, Feng Xinggang steps into the coffin of the head, hugs the Yuan Shou in a middle place, and now the curse insect is scattered, the movement is like the Luoyang Fufu, the law is like the order of the Futu book, the urgent law is the law of the sky, and the Haohao righteous way is the murder map." ”

Feng Jiutian repeatedly recited the broken mantra in his mouth, and the blood between his fingers continued to spread in the skull inside the coffin.

As soon as the blood spread under the urging of Gang Qi, the skull suddenly shook, and a green halo appeared on the parietal bone, with the intention of shaking.

Feng Jiutian had already prepared, his right palm had already pressed the upper end of the skull, and the back of his left hand had suppressed the nasal bone and teeth, and his palms were filled with pure yang qi. The slightest movement of the skull was restrained by his wrist strength and pure yang qi.

Suddenly, a white light flashed in the black hole of the skull. That piece of white light gushed out of its eye sockets, and it was just about to disperse, and its surroundings were wrapped in Feng Jiutian's pure yang qi, no matter how it rushed left and right, it couldn't break through, that layer, wrapped its pale yellow pure yang qi.

That pure yang qi is like a hoop, slowly tightening towards the middle, and the white light can only become round with the squeezing of pure yang qi, like a mirror, floating on the eye sockets of two black holes.

The white light, still, floated in the qi. It's like a white mist, packed into a transparent bottle, and when the cap is tightened, no matter how much it struggles, it is in vain.

"Between the hidden bones and coffins, Feng Xinggang steps into the coffin, hugging the Yuan Shou in a middle place, now the curse insect is scattered, the movement is like the Luoyang Fufu, the law is like the Futu book, the law is urgent, the law is the sky, and the Haohao Zhengdao is the murder map." In Feng Jiutian's mouth, he still kept chanting the incantation. The pure yang qi between the hands continued to strengthen, squeezing the white light smaller and smaller, and finally, squeezing the white light, there was no room for maneuvering.

When that white light, in the circle of Gangqi, was squeezed without any gaps, that white light was like a mirror, appearing in front of Feng Jiutian.

The middle finger and index finger of Feng Jiutian's left hand moved back and forth on the parietal bone inside the skull, and one picture after another appeared in front of Feng Jiutian from the white mist.

Those pictures are like vivid memory pictures, with the movement of Feng Jiutian's two fingers in the coffin's skull, and the scenes flicker.

The face of a cardamom teenage girl appears in the mirror. The girl rode a white horse, dressed in white, like a fairy landing on earth. A red headband tied her long hair back and scattered it over her white shirt. That smiling face is purer and cleaner than the snowflakes in winter.

A majestic face appears in the picture that follows, riding a black horse, following the girl. The middle-aged man, who was not angry and arrogant, looked at the girl next to him, with a loving smile in his eyes. Behind them, followed by a long procession, the momentum was enormous.

A winding road, in the afterglow before sunset, spreads into the unknown, like a great snake swimming in the grass. On both sides of the road, there are woods and bushes.

Suddenly, a huge coffin appeared in front of him. On both sides of the huge coffin, there were large trees covered with canopies like umbrellas. The middle-aged man grabbed the cardamom girl's reins and dragged them to his side.

At the very back of the image, at the very back of the line, a large group of strange monkeys appeared, slaughtering the team's guards. The soldiers who had been cut off and saw the strange and ferocious monkeys and ran forward in fright, and suddenly the team pressed forward. The soldiers in the middle of the team, hearing the screams and frightened voices from behind, did not know what was happening behind them, and also rushed forward, and the forwards who had stopped in front of them and were sending people to check the coffin in front of them also involuntarily pressed forward。。。。。。 In the canopy of trees on both sides of the road, strange monkeys pounced one after another, and those soldiers couldn't resist at all。。。。。。

。。。。。。 The scattered procession, embracing the father and daughter, walked forward. In the back, vines, sticking out of the trees, rolled up the corpses and threw them into the huge coffin. When the coffin was filled, countless rattans, sticking out of the grass on both sides, stretched out their tentacles, rolled the corpses back into the grass, and then swam into the darkness. The rattans that did not reach the corpses were some of them stretched out their tentacles and swept away the weapons that the soldiers had thrown on the ground; Some sucked the dead soldiers on the ground, and the blood that had penetrated the soil was sucked out of the soil。。。。。。

The girl's face was no longer smiling, and she snuggled up to her father's side, surrounded by everyone, and walked forward.

Then, in a picture, countless small coffins appeared in front of them。。。。。。 (To be continued.) )