Chapter 1128 Lie in a Coffin and Transform Into a Realm (1)

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Yang Zimei couldn't help but spit it out, and then waited for the change to appear!

To her disappointment, there was no change, not even a bubble!

Xiaoqian and the others were originally waiting with a heart that they wanted to see a miracle, but they didn't see anything. That feeling was the same as when everyone jumped into the blood pool with the feeling of jumping into the abyss, and it turned out that it was just a shallow nest. Mood.

"Haha! Sister, you are defeated!"

Xiaoqian reacted and clapped his hands and laughed, "Your saliva is useless, Grandpa Huo, you spit too!"

Huo Wenhua spat at the bloody water.

The replicator also spit out a mouthful.

The result was two large bubbles.

"Is this naked discrimination against me?"

Yang Zimei rolled her eyes, pierced her dantian again, and spat fiercely into the blood pool.

There is still no change, and the small bubbles can't lift a single one.

Come on, it's really discriminatory!

Yang Zimei couldn't help but cursed a foul language in her heart.

"Let's go back!"

Yang Zimei turned around and said, "I guess there is nothing left."

"All right!"

Xiaoqian and the others followed her only a few steps back, when they suddenly heard a loud noise in the blood pool, which scared everyone to turn around in a hurry.

I saw that two bombs were thrown into the blood pool, and countless blood was splashed.

The blood suddenly dried, exposing the bottom of the pool.

Everyone blinked.

"Intuition tells me that this is the fault of my sister's two saliva!"

Xiao Qian shouted.

Yang Zimei returned to the blood pool.

The bottom of the pool is clear, and a dragon is actually carved.

This dragon is similar in shape to the dragon on the jade table before, and it also has a sword stuck in its tail, and the wound is bleeding continuously.

And this blood is the source of blood in the blood pool.

It was so!

Yang Zimei didn't even think about it this time, bit her finger and dripped a drop of blood.

The blood dripped, the sword disappeared, the dragon's tail swayed a few times, the pained expression disappeared, and he quietly closed his eyes in a sleeping posture.

Yang Zimei walked down and stroked its face.

The dragon gradually disappeared under her fingers...

The stone wall above the head suddenly opened slowly, and an iron ladder fell down.

Yang Zimei climbed up, and Xiaoqian and the others followed. There was also a palace above, with a blue jade coffin in the center.

There is no decoration, it just sits there quietly.

Having seen red and black coffins, Yang Zimei has never seen cyan ones, and of course, he has never seen a coffin made of jade, which is simply a luxurious and luxurious version.

Yang Zimei looked at it with the eyes of the sky.

There is no resentment of the soul on the coffin, and it may be empty inside.

She walked over and carefully pushed open the coffin lid...

There are really no bones in it, just a set of clothes.

This suit is actually a modern white casual dress, and it looks familiar.

"Sister, isn't this the style you like to wear?"

Xiaoqian said aside.

Yes, it's the style you like to wear.

Yang Zimei asked suspiciously to take out the clothes.

Who knows, the clothes may be too old, and the surface looks fine, but as soon as you reach out and touch it, it turns into ashes.

Yang Zimei regretted that her bowels were blue.

She pushed the ashes away from the clothes to see if there was anything underneath.

The bottom is empty, and there is no pattern on the bottom of the coffin.

"Sister, the grayed-out clothes just now belonged to you, right? Who is so hated to put your clothes in the coffin and curse you to death?"

Xiao Qian asked worriedly.

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