"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 Poison Knife Gentleman in the past.

The corners of Ou Yangming's mouth twitched slightly, and he said, "I saw it." ”

His body shook and he came to the side of the body of the Ten Thousand Feet Venerable, who had been divided into more than ten sections.

The vitality of the Zerg is undoubtedly the most powerful, but any Zerg who is whipped like this is absolutely dead, and there is no possibility of resurrection.

In the void, the giant roots had long since dissolved and been retracted, leaving only a few snaking roots quietly guarding Ou Yangming's side.

Ou Yangming knew that this was a serious performance of the sycamore wood. What it had to guard against was not the corpse on the ground, but the strange blood shadow outside the secret realm. However, this blood shadow has not entered until this moment, so it should have given up the plan to enter, and waited outside the secret realm.

The Ten Thousand Feet Venerable was already dead, but when he saw its corpse, Ou Yangming's eyes flashed with a strange brilliance.

Venerable's corpse, this is a rare refining material.

In the past, Ghost Claw and the other three Zerg Venerables were burned to nothing by Feng Xiang, and nothing was left. Although this was Feng Xiang's anger and prestige for Ou Yangming, Ou Yangming still felt a pain in his flesh.

If you hand over the corpses of the three Venerables to yourself, how many divine weapons can you refine.

Today, when Wutong Mu treated the Wanzu Venerable, although the process was a little bloody, it was not as crisp and easy as Feng Xiang, but he finally left the body of the Wanzu Venerable.

Coughing lightly, Ou Yangming said, "Wutong, how about these corpses for me?"

Wutong Mu said without hesitation: "Master, all this is yours." ”

Ou Yangming nodded slightly and said, "Thank you." ”

Although because of the relationship between the fire of the heavenly phoenix, Wutong Mu recognized him as the master. However, the strength of the two sides at the moment is far apart, and Ou Yangming's attitude towards the sycamore wood is also quite respectful.

The roots of the trees beside Ou Yangming bent down together, as if humans were bowing down.

"Master, everything for me is yours. ”

Ou Yangming hesitated for a moment and said, "Wutong, what exactly do you want from me?"

Although he has arms, he is not a real Feng clan after all, and he does not know the real thirst for sycamore wood.

Wutong Mu was silent for a long time, and said, "Master, I want to ask to be reborn." ”

Ou Yangming was stunned, his face changed slightly, and when he thought of the body shape occupied by the sycamore wood, he had a feeling that his head was as big as a fight.

Want to burn the sycamore wood with the fire of the heavenly phoenix? This seems to be a legendary, or an 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, the sycamore tree once said that it would take a thousand years to fulfill its wish. Nowadays, there is no exaggeration in this statement.

With a wry smile, Ou Yangming reined in his thoughts and said, "Okay, Wutong, I will definitely work hard to fulfill your wish as soon as possible." ”

"Thank you, master, but you don't have to be deliberate, I've been waiting so long anyway that I won't care about waiting a little longer. ”

Ou Yangming smiled bitterly, in the time concept of the sycamore wood, there is no difference between a hundred years and a human year.

Coming to the head of the Wanzu Venerable, Ou Yangming's eyes narrowed slightly, and he released his spiritual thoughts. After a while, he sensed what he was looking for in the centipede's skull.

It was a poison pill that grew in the depths of the mind of the Ten Thousand Feet Venerable, and it gave birth to an extremely large amount of energy.

When Ou Yangming sensed this energy, he even felt a sense of awe.

The embodiment of Venerable-level power can bring a huge impact to people, even if it is a dead Venerable, it is not allowed to be blasphemed.

Just as Ou Yangming was thinking about how to take the poison pill out of the head of the Ten Thousand Feet Venerable unharmed, he felt a sudden flower in front of him, the root of the tree that had been following him all along, and smashed down towards the head like a heavy hammer.

Ou Yangming's eyelids twitched, and he saw that the centipede's head was cracked, and the end of the root of the tree had already rolled up the poison pill and sent it to him.

This sycamore wood is too sensitive and direct.

Squeezing out a smiling face, Ou Yangming took the poison pill and said, "Thank you." ”

The roots of the tree swayed slightly, expressing sincere kindness to him.

Ou Yangming's figure flickered, opened the space bag, collected all the corpses of the Wanzu Venerable, and stuffed them into it.

These were extremely precious materials, and he didn't want to waste anything.

After doing all this, Ou Yangming turned around and left, far away from the entrance of the secret realm. Of course, when he was leaving, he also told him to be ready at any time, and if the blood shadow suddenly entered, he must not be let out.

Although it is unlikely that the Blood Shadow will enter the secret realm again, it is necessary to be prepared.

Coming to a secluded place, Ou Yangming took out the poison pill, and with a twist of his wrist, he also took out the poison pill that contained the spirit of the poison pill, which had already become a world in its own right.

The spirit of the poison pill immediately appeared, it writhed its body, happily lingering around Ou Yangming's body, that happy and happy appearance, no matter what, it could not be concealed.

Ou Yangming smiled slightly, stretched out his arm flatly, and the spirit of the poison pill immediately jumped on his arm, and that intimate appearance made the sycamore wood who was secretly observing on the side feel a little appreciative.

After playing with the spirit of the poison pill for a while, Ou Yangming was also happy. This little thing is unrestrained, like a blank sheet of paper, but it is extremely attached to him.

Gently pinching the neck of the spirit of the poison pill, Ou Yangming leaned it towards the poison pill of the Ten Thousand Feet Venerable.

The little thing's eyes suddenly lit up, in fact, when it appeared out, it had already sensed this good thing with huge toxicity. However, for it, playing with Ou Yangming was the most important thing. It wasn't until this moment that Ou Yangming brought it in front of this powerful poison pill that it showed a look of yearning.

Ou Yangming chuckled and said, "Little guy, this is a gift for you, do you like it?"

"Like ......" The spirit of the poison pill nodded vigorously, sending out a fluctuation of thought.

Ou Yangming was slightly stunned, and there was a hint of strangeness in his eyes.

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

This is an improvement in ability, which makes Ou Yangming feel pleasantly surprised.

With a slight flick of his wrist, Ou Yangming sent the spirit of the poison pill over, and the spirit of the poison pill immediately pounced on the poison pill of the Ten Thousand Feet Venerable, and his body shook for a moment, and he actually entered it directly.

Ou Yangming's heart tightened slightly, but he immediately relaxed.

The performance of the spirit of the poison pill when the Zerg attacked the mountain was remarkable, even the living Zerg Supreme was not able to get it, let alone the Venerable who had died.

Moreover, the Spirit of the Ten Thousand Feet Venerable and the Spirit of the Poison Pill are actually of the same root and origin, and they are both cultivated by the Zerg Centipede, so it should not be a miracle that the Spirit of the Poison Pill inherits the energy of the Ten Thousand Feet Venerable.

"Master, this is a spirit!" Sycamore's voice sounded faintly: "You are so lucky to be able to get a spirit!"

Ou Yangming's heart moved slightly, and he said, "Wutong, this spirit of the poison pill was still born in the secret realm, haven't you found it?"

Wutong Mu was stunned and said, "I'm ashamed, maybe the old decay was sleeping at that time, so I didn't find it." ”

It has the ability to find out everything that happens in this secret realm, but it must actively search for it. Generally speaking, the farther away it is from its body, the less attention it has.

When Ou Yangming and the others first entered the secret realm, Wutong Mu couldn't imagine that he had today's opportunity, so it was naturally impossible to pay attention to these little guys.

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

"What, against whom?" Ou Yangming asked in surprise.

"It's those two Venerables. ”

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

"To possess the spirit and to master its power is to have a world of its own. What's so difficult about dealing with them with the power of the world?"

Ou Yangming's eyebrows raised, and his heart fluttered.

Self-contained world, this is indeed the biggest change in the spirit of the poison pill, although this world is a little young, but after all, it is a world. As long as the power of the world can be unleashed, how can the Venerable be able to compete with it?

"Wutong, how can I use the power of the spirit world?" Ou Yangming humbly asked.

Wutong was silent for a long time, and said, "I don't know, this needs to be tried by the master himself." ”

The corners of Ou Yangming's mouth twitched slightly, good guy, he drew me a big cake, but how to enjoy it, I have to explore it myself.

He shook his head, and suddenly remembered something in his heart, and 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 you get these things?"

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

Ou Yangming's face almost darkened, do you think I'm a three-year-old child, telling a story?

Fortunately, Wutong seemed to sense Ou Yangming's anger and immediately adjusted the way he explained.

"Master, someone entered the secret realm 10,000 years ago and brought these things in. ”

Ou Yangming's eyes lit up slightly, and he said, "What about that person?"

"Dead. ”

"Dead?"

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

In its eyes, life is not a great thing, especially a human being, if it dies, it is dead, and it is not worth exploring.

Ouyang Ming smiled bitterly to himself, it seemed that the matter of the dragon coffin had become an uncrackable secret.