Chapter 742

"Master, this guy is dead." The voice of the sycamore wood came faintly, but there was no excitement. It seemed that killing a powerful venerable was no different from killing ordinary spirits such as the poisonous knife gentleman in the past.

The corner of Ouyang Ming's mouth twitched slightly, and he said, "I saw it."

With a flash of his figure, he came to the side of the corpse of Venerable Wanzu who had been dismembered into more than ten pieces.

The vitality of the Zerg is undoubtedly the most powerful, but any Zerg whipped into such a state is absolutely dead, and there is no possibility of resurrection.

In the void, the giant tree roots had long been disbanded and put away, leaving only a few meandering roots quietly guarding Ouyang Ming's side.

Ouyang Ming knew that this was a sign of Wutongmu's maturity and prudence. What it wants to guard against is not the corpse on the ground, but the weird blood shadow outside the secret realm. However, this blood shadow has never entered until now, it must have given up the plan to enter, and waited outside the secret realm.

Venerable Wanzu was dead, but when he saw his body, Ou Yangming's eyes flashed with a strange brilliance.

The body of the venerable, this is a rare refining material.

The three zerg lords including Ghost Claw in the past were burnt to nothing by Feng Xiang, leaving nothing behind. Although it was Fengxiang who vented his anger and power for Ouyang Ming, Ouyang Ming still felt a burst of heartache.

If you hand over the corpses of the three venerables to yourself, how many magical weapons can you refine?

Today, when Wutongmu treated Venerable Wanzu, although the process was a bit bloody and not as straightforward and easy as Feng Xiang, but at least he left Venerable Wanzu's body behind.

With a light cough, Ouyang Ming said, "Wu Tong, how about giving me these corpses?"

Wutongmu said without hesitation: "Master, all this belongs to you."

Ouyang Ming nodded slightly and said, "Thank you very much."

Although because of Tianfengzhihuo, Wutongmu recognized him as the master. However, the current strength of the two sides is far apart, and Ouyang Ming's attitude towards Wutongmu is also quite respectful.

The roots of the trees around Ouyang Ming bent down together, as if humans were bowing down to salute.

"Master, everything about me is yours."

Ouyang Ming hesitated for a moment, and said, "Wu Tong, what exactly do you want from me?"

Although he has arms, he is not a real Feng clan after all, and he doesn't understand the real desire of the sycamore wood.

Wutongmu was silent for a while, and said: "Master, I want to ask to be reborn from the ashes."

Ouyang Ming was stunned, his face changed slightly. When he thought of the figure occupied by the sycamore wood, he had a feeling that his head was as big as a bucket.

Want to burn the sycamore wood with the fire of the phoenix? This seems to be a legendary or epic difficult task. Not to mention his current cultivation, even if he has reached the cultivation of the Venerable, he may not be able to do this!

In the past, sycamore wood once said that it would take a thousand years to fulfill its wish. Now it seems that there is no exaggeration in this sentence.

With a wry smile, Ouyang Ming restrained his mind and said, "Okay, Wutong, I will work hard to fulfill your wish as soon as possible.

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"Thank you, master, but you don't have to be deliberate. Anyway, I have been waiting for such a long time, and I don't care about waiting a little longer."

Ouyang Ming smiled wryly. In the time concept of sycamore wood, there is probably no difference between a hundred years and a human year.

When he came to Venerable Wanzu's head, Ouyang Ming narrowed his eyes slightly and released his spiritual thoughts. After a while, he sensed what he was looking for in the centipede's head.

It was a poisonous pill that grew in the depths of Venerable Wanzu's mind and bred a huge amount of energy in it.

When Ouyang Ming sensed this energy, he also felt a sense of awe.

The manifestation of venerable power can bring a huge impact to people, and even a dead venerable cannot be desecrated.

Just when Ou Yangming was thinking about how to get the poison pill out of Venerable Wanzu's head safely, he felt a sudden flower in front of him, and the tree root that had been following him suddenly elongated like a flower. He slammed down on the head like a heavy hammer.

Ouyang Ming's eyelids twitched, and he saw that the centipede's head was split open, and the end of the root had rolled up the poisonous pill, and sent it to him.

This sycamore wood is too sensitive and direct.

With a smile on his face, Ouyang Ming took the poison pill and said, "Thank you very much."

The roots swayed slightly, expressing sincere kindness to him.

Ouyang Ming flickered, opened the interspatial bag, collected all the remains of Venerable Wanzu, and stuffed them into it.

These are extremely precious materials, and he doesn't want any waste.

After finishing all this, Ouyang Ming turned around and walked away from the entrance of the secret realm. Of course, when he was about to leave, he also told Wutongmu to be ready at any time. If the blood shadow suddenly entered, he must not be let go.

Although it is unlikely that the blood shadow will enter the secret realm again, only by being prepared can there be no danger.

When he came to a secluded place, Ou Yangming took out the poisonous pill, and with another twist of his wrist, he also took out the poisonous pill that contained the spirit of the poisonous pill, which had formed its own world.

Immediately, the spirit of the poisonous pill emerged, twisting its body, happily lingering around Ouyang Ming's body, the joyful appearance could not be concealed no matter what.

Ouyang Ming smiled slightly, and spread out his arms flatly, and the spirit of poison pill jumped onto his arms immediately, and the intimacy made Wutongmu, who was watching secretly, feel a little tasted.

After playing around with the spirit of poison pill for a while, Ouyang Ming also became happy. This little thing is unrestrained, like a piece of white paper, but he is extremely attached to him.

Gently pinching the neck of the Poison Pill Spirit, Ouyang Ming moved it towards Venerable Wanzu's poison pill.

The little thing's eyes lit up immediately. In fact, when it appeared, it had already sensed this good thing with huge toxicity. However, for it, playing with Ouyang Ming is the most important thing. It wasn't until this moment that Ouyang Ming brought it in front of this powerful poisonous pill that it showed yearning.

Ouyang Ming smiled lightly: "Little guy, this is a gift for you, do you like it?"

"I like it..." Poison Pill Spirit nodded vigorously, sending out a thought wave.

Ouyang Ming was slightly stunned, and there was a strange look in his eyes.

No matter what he said before, when the poison pill spirit wanted to express, it would be conveyed in the form of mental fluctuations. However, at this moment it spoke directly.

This is an improvement in ability, which made Ouyang Ming feel pleasantly surprised.

With a slight flick of his wrist, Ouyang Ming sent the spirit of the poisonous pill over, and the spirit of the poisonous pill immediately jumped onto Venerable Wanzu's poisonous pill, his body swayed, and it unexpectedly entered directly into it.

Ouyang Ming's heart tightened slightly, but he immediately relaxed.

The performance of the Poison Pill Spirit when the Zerg race attacked the mountain can be said to be remarkable. Even the living Zerg Supreme could not do anything to get it, let alone the dead Zerg.

Moreover, Venerable Wanzu and the Spirit of Poison Pill are actually of the same origin, and both were cultivated by Zerg centipedes, so it should not be a surprise that the Spirit of Poison Pill inherits the energy of Venerable Wanzu.

"Master, this is the spirit!" The voice of the sycamore tree sounded faintly: "You are so lucky to be able to obtain the spirit!"

Ouyang Ming moved slightly in his heart, and said, "Wu Tong, the spirit of poison pill was born in a secret place, didn't you find it?"

Wu Tongmu was stunned, and said: "I'm ashamed, maybe the old man was sleeping at that time, so he didn't notice it."

Although it has the ability to detect everything that happened in this secret realm, it must be actively searching for it. Generally speaking, the farther away from its body, the less attention it has.

When Ouyang Ming and others entered the secret realm for the first time, Wutongmu never expected to have the opportunity of today, so it was impossible to pay attention to these little guys.

"Ahem, master, since you have a spirit, why can't you deal with those guys?" Wutongmu asked suspiciously.

"What? Who are you going to deal with?" Ouyang Ming asked in surprise.

"It's those two Venerables."

"Deal with them..." Ouyang Ming's face changed slightly, and he said with a wry smile, "How is that possible?"

"Having a spirit and mastering its power is equivalent to forming a world by itself. How difficult is it to deal with them with the power of the world?"

Ouyang Ming raised his eyebrows, and his heart throbbed.

Self-contained world, this is indeed the biggest change of Poison Pill Spirit. Although this world is a little immature, it is a world after all. As long as the power of the world can be released, how can a mere venerable contend against it?

"Wutong, how do I use the power of the spirit world?" Ouyang Ming asked humbly.

Indus was silent for a while, and said: "I don't know, this needs to be tried by you, Master."

The corner of Ouyang Ming's mouth twitched slightly, "My good guy, I drew a big cake for me, but I have to figure out how to enjoy it myself."

He shook his head, and suddenly thought of something in his mind, said: "Wutong, I found a treasure in the secret realm last time, called the dragon coffin, and some rare treasures in the coffin. Where did I get these things? of?"

Indus thought for a moment, and said: "A long time ago..."

Ouyang Ming's face almost turned black. Do you think I'm a three-year-old kid telling stories?

Fortunately, Wutong seemed to sense Ouyang Ming's anger, and immediately adjusted his way of explaining.

"Master, someone entered the secret realm ten thousand years ago and brought these things in."

Ouyang Ming's eyes brightened slightly, and he said, "Where's that person?"

"died."

"died?"

"Yeah, he was seriously injured and was on the verge of death. I didn't care about him, so he died shortly after entering the secret realm." Indus wood said lightly.

In its eyes, life is not a great thing, especially a human being, who dies after death, is not worth exploring.

Ouyang Ming smiled wryly to himself, it seems that the matter of the dragon coffin has become an unbreakable secret.

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