But Feng Ming just let Zi Yan wrap the star coffin, and then his heart moved at will, trying to control Zi Yan to get the star coffin in his hand.

It's just that Feng Ming is not very sure, because he had happened in the Panloth space before, and the connection he had established with Zi Yan suddenly disappeared, and he felt that Zi Yan was not under his control.

"Certainly, it must be successful!" Feng Ming thought silently in his heart. Carefully let the hand slowly retract inward, and the star coffin wrapped in purple flame also slowly floated upward, Feng Ming couldn't help but be a little excited, his mood was disrupted, and the star coffin descended unsteadily, Feng Ming hurriedly calmed down the excitement in his heart, so that the star coffin could be stabilized.

Feng Ming held his breath and concentrated, when his palm was a little warm and slightly cool, Feng Ming opened his eyes, his face was full of excitement, and the star coffin was being held tightly in his hand. Maybe he spent all his energy on taking the star coffin, Feng Ming was too tired, his eyes closed heavily, and then he opened them reluctantly with difficulty.

Now is not the time to sleep, he wants to use the power of the star coffin to escape from this ghost place, and then get in touch with Song Zhe and them. In order to make himself sober at this time, Feng Ming bit his lip with his teeth fiercely, and his chapped lips were bitten by him, and scarlet blood flowed out before he stopped.

Feng Ming looked down at the star coffin in his hand, but he didn't know what to do with it. Looking up at the dark surroundings, the despair in Feng Ming's heart grew bigger and bigger, and Feng Ming clasped his hands.

"When will such a day be a head, when will I be able to go home?"

The star coffin in Feng Ming's hand couldn't make good use of the energy in it, because he didn't know how to take out the energy of the star coffin, Feng Ming looked at the wounds on his body, the blood was still dripping, his eyes looked at the bright red blood motionlessly, and something suddenly came to his mind.

The clenched hands were unfolded, Feng Ming looked at the empty palm, and then looked at the other hand holding the star coffin, exhaled deeply, and then clenched the empty hand again, this time, Feng Ming's nails pierced deep into the palm, and the pain in his heart made him sober up again, and a warm current slowly flowed out of his palm, and scarlet blood entered Feng Ming's eyes.

His trembling arms slowly bent upward, grabbing the nearest chain, and then, holding it.

Feng Ming's lips were white, his face was also a pale color, dense sweat was all over his forehead, Feng Ming clenched his teeth, he was waiting, waiting for a miracle to appear.

The bloody hand that held the chain gradually had purple flames floating out, and then, with a "Teng" sound, the entire chain held by Feng Ming was all lit with purple flames, and the purple flames burned on the chains, and the charming color made Feng Ming unable to take his eyes off.

Looking at the wounds on his body before, he thought of what Hades said before leaving,

"Ziyan has long been a part of your body, and you have Ziyan in your body, and I only need to use your blood. ”

Since Hades said so, Feng Ming planned to give it a try, prick the palm of his hand with his fingertips to let the blood flow out, since Ziyan is already a part of his body, that is, at a certain moment, his blood can be transformed into Ziyan, Feng Ming can only try, no matter how big the probability is.