But it refers to the blood and earth that bleeds."

When he said this, the old Taoist priest seemed to be thinking something, and quickly urged the Jia family: "Go and get the nails from Mr. Jia's coffin. The evil corpse in this bloody coffin is about to break out of the coffin!"

"It is no longer useful to use cinnabar ink pipe thread to seal the coffin. Once the cinnabar ink pipe thread is flicked on the coffin, it will be immediately contaminated by the blood and soil. The only way to control the evil is to use coffin nails to nail a few more layers to the blood coffin, and then wait for the removal.

The coffin queen will find a way to suppress the evil corpse inside!"

The old Taoist priest's voice became more urgent as he spoke. He wanted to come down to help Jin An, but Jin An stopped him: "Old Taoist, don't come down."

"Leave this blood coffin to me."

Everything must be done urgently. After Jin An finished speaking without looking back, before the old Taoist priest could reply, he took a sharp breath, his eyes sparkling with cold lightning, showing no fear of evil spirits.

The inner Qi of Black Mountain Gong emerges from the palm, and the inner Qi of Fire Poison wraps the palm, and the five fingers are like tiger claws, bang!

Five fingers penetrated the blood coffin that was tilted upright, and the man wanted to lift the blood coffin up.

But the tomb soil was soaked with blood and water. The wet soil was too sticky and had too much adhesion. The coffin weighing several hundred kilograms now weighed more than several thousand kilograms.

The most critical thing was that the soil under his feet became soft. As soon as Jin An exerted force, the soles of his feet sank into the soil, and he was unable to exert any strength.

"Stubborn!"

"act recklessly!"

Jin An shouted coldly. He showed no fear and used the indestructible Tiger Saber to split open the blood coffin with one strike.

Seeing Jin An violently breaking the coffin, the old Taoist priest was dumbfounded, and his heart suddenly stopped in fear.

The old Taoist priest couldn't help but mutter in his heart, my mother! Now I don't even need coffin nails!

At this time, the sky was getting darker and darker outside.

After the collapse, it was even more dim and pitch-black in the cemetery shaft that was several feet deep underground.

"Old Taoist, throw a torch down."

The old Taoist priest who had been standing by the tomb followed the instructions and ran to find a torch: "Little brother, take over."

Snap.

Jin An jumped up, pulled his two soles out of the soft bloody soil, jumped on the coffin lid, and firmly caught the torch.

Then he bent down and thrust the torch in his hand into the blood coffin, then bent down and looked directly into the blood coffin.

Plop!
Chapter completed!