Chapter 1115: Grudge Stone (4)

Seeing the blood flowing like spring water, Yang Zimei was a bit disgusted and wanted to vomit, thinking of the fierce battle with the descending division that day.
She resisted nausea and approached the bleeding water.
Ripple had already bowed her head and sniffed above the water, then looked up at Yang Zimei, indicating that it was really blood!
How could there be so much blood?
Is it really what animal was dug?
Yang Zimei lifted the shovel in doubt and dug up carefully.
Blood and water poured continuously under her shovel, but nothing was seen, and the soil was still under the shovel.
She had to continue digging along the place where the bleeding water was pouring, and the more blood rushed out, the sooner, the smell of blood stained a large area nearby, which made people look a little shocked!
Yang Zimei opened his eyes to see, but just saw a layer of blood-red breath lingering on it.
What the is this blood red?
She was so curious, her hand speeded up.
After digging for about three meters, the shovel slammed into a hard object and broke to the ground.
Yang Zimei's heart was happy.
It seems that I finally found what I was looking for.
She took out the Moxie Sword and carefully picked the mud mixed with blood and water with the tip of the sword.
Mo Xiejian was made by drinking human flesh and blood that day. Later, after thousands of years, I don't know how many people killed and how much blood he drank. Therefore, he has a special feeling for blood.
It didn't feel that it was a grievance to use such a famous sword to pluck the soil. On the contrary, it didn't feel for a long time. It was a little excited.
Yang Zimei can ignore its excitement.
She finally saw what was going on.
Still a stele.
And that water poured out from the center of this stele.
Yang Zimei stuck a sword in the center of the bleeding water ...
The blood water really stopped and poured out, and the stele gradually revealed its true colors!
There was still a line of words she couldn't understand, so she greeted Ripple to read it.
"Let you live endlessly and shed blood forever, and fall into purgatory forever."
Ripples wrote on the ground, translating the words from the stele.
Yang Zi frowned.
Why is this a stele full of resentment?
Fortunately, this fast-moving stele has not formed enough grievances, otherwise, it is really too much trouble.
The Mo Xie sword inserted in the center of the stele suddenly trembled violently, squealing, looking like he wanted to break free.
Yang Zimei hurriedly reached out and held down its hilt.
A strong shock passed from below, shaking her palms.
What power is shaking like this?
Worried that Mo Xiejian would be broken, Yang Zimei did not dare to press harder, but pulled Mo Xiejian out.
As Mo Xiejian pulled out, blood poured out from the center of the stele again, and it poured more quickly and urgently, turning the drain into a blood-red stream.
"Sister, do you see clearly? It is the mark of the peach card!"
Xiao Qian shouted at the center of the stele, "Maybe only the Taomu card can stop its mouth!"
Yang Zimei took a closer look, it really is so.
But this water came out so dirty!
She couldn't bear to make the mahogany card dirty.
If you are not willing, you have to be willing.
She took out a peach card and held down that central eye.
Bloody water really stopped.
Not only did it stop, the blood and water that had originally flowed out instantly became clear water ...