"Master, this guy is dead." Wu Tongmu's voice came faintly, but there was no excitement. It seemed that killing a powerful venerable was no different from killing ordinary spirits such as the Gentleman of the Poison Knife in the past.

Ouyang Ming curled his lips slightly and said, "I saw it."

He shook his body and came to the corpse of the Wanzu Venerable who had been dismembered into more than ten sections.

The Zerg's vitality is undoubtedly the most powerful, but any Zerg who is whipped into this way will definitely be dead and there will be no possibility of resurrection.

In the void, the giant tree roots had long disbanded and closed, and only a few winding trees were left quietly guarding Ouyang Ming's side.

Ouyang Ming knew that this was a manifestation of Wutong Wood's upright and persistent attitude. What it wanted to guard against was not the corpse on the ground, but the strange blood shadow outside the secret realm. However, this blood shadow had never come in until now. It should have given up its intention to enter and waited outside the secret realm for a while.

Venerable Wanzu was already dead, but when he saw its corpse, Ouyang Ming's eyes flashed with strange light.

The corpse of the Venerable is a rare refining material.

In the past, the three Zerg Venerables including Ghost Claw were burned into pieces by Feng Xiang, and nothing was left behind. Although Feng Xiang exerted his anger and established his authority for Ouyang Ming, Ouyang Ming still felt a pain.

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

When Wutongmu treated Venerable Wanzu today, although the process was a little bloody and not as straightforward and relaxed as Fengxiang, he at least kept the corpse of Venerable Wanzu.

With a light cough, Ouyang Ming said: "Wutong, how about these corpses give me?"

Wutongmu said without hesitation: "Master, all this is yours."

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

Although Wutongmu recognized him as the main one because of the fire of the sky phoenix. However, the strength of both sides is far different at the moment, and Ouyang Ming's attitude towards Wutongmu is also quite respectful.

The roots of the tree bent down around Ouyang Ming, as if humans were bowing and bowing.

"Master, everything about me is yours."

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

Although he possesses arms, he is not the real phoenix tribe after all, and he does not know the true desire for Wutong Wood.

Wutongmu was silent for a while and said, "Master, I want to ask for rebirth from the fire."

Ouyang Ming was stunned, his face changed slightly. When he thought of the body occupied by Wutong Wood, he felt like he was as big as a bucket.

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

In the past, Wutong Wood once said that it takes thousands of years to fulfill its wish. Now it seems that this sentence has no exaggeration.

With a wry smile, Ouyang Ming calmed down 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 deliberately do it. Anyway, I've been waiting for so long, so I won't care about waiting for a while."

Ouyang Ming smiled bitterly. In the concept of time of Wutong Wood, there is probably no difference between a hundred years and a human year.

When he arrived at the head of the Wanzu Venerable, Ouyang Ming narrowed his eyes slightly and released his spiritual thoughts. However, for a long time, he sensed what he wanted to find in the centipede's head.

It was a poisonous pill that grew deep in the mind of Venerable Wanzu, and it nurtured extremely huge energy.

When Ouyang Ming senses this energy, he will even feel awe.

The manifestation of the power of the Venerable level can bring a huge impact on people, and even the dead Venerable cannot be desecrated.

Just as Ouyang Ming was considering how to remove the poison pill from the head of the Wanzu Venerable, he felt a sudden flower in front of him. The root of the tree that had been following him suddenly stretched out and smashed it down at the head like a heavy hammer.

Ouyang Ming's eyelids twitched, and he saw the centipede's head cracked, and the end of the tree root had a poison pill rolled up and sent it to him.

This sycamore tree is too sensitive and direct.

After squeezed out a smile, Ouyang Ming took the poison pill over and said, "Thank you."

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

Ouyang Ming flashed, opened the space bag, collected all the corpses of the Wanzu Venerable, and stuffed them into it.

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

After doing all this, Ouyang Ming turned around and left the entrance of the secret realm far away. Of course, when he was about to leave, he also told Wutong Wood to be prepared at any time. If the blood shadow suddenly enters, he must not be allowed to leave.

Although it is unlikely that Blood Shadow will enter the secret realm again, only by being prepared can you be free of trouble.

When he arrived in a secluded place, Ouyang Ming took out the poison pill, and turned his wrist again, and took out the poison pill that had already formed a world that contained the spirit of the poison pill.

The spirit of the poisonous pill immediately emerged. It twisted its body and lingered happily around Ouyang Ming's body. Its joyful and joyful look could not be concealed no matter what.

Ouyang Ming smiled slightly and spread his arms flatly. The spirit of the poisonous pill immediately jumped onto his arm. The intimate appearance made Wutongmu, who was observing secretly, feel a little savory.

After playing with the Spirit of the Poison Pill for a while, Ouyang Ming became happy. This little thing was unrestrained, like a piece of white paper, but he was extremely attached to him.

Gently pinched the neck of the poisonous pill spirit, Ouyang Ming brought it to the poisonous pill of the Wanzu Venerable.

The little thing's eyes suddenly lit up. In fact, when it appeared, it had sensed this good thing with huge toxicity. However, for it, playing with Ouyang Ming was the most important thing. Until now, Ouyang Ming brought it to the front of this powerful poison pill, it showed a look of yearning.

Ouyang Ming chuckled and said, "Little guy, this is a gift for you. Do you like it?"

"Like..." The spirit of the poisonous pill nodded vigorously and emitted a fluctuation of thought.

Ouyang Ming was slightly stunned, with a strange look on his eyes.

No matter what he said before, when the spirit of the poisonous pill wanted to express it, it would convey it in a way of spiritual fluctuations. However, at this moment it spoke directly.

This is a kind of improvement in ability, which surprised Ouyang Ming.

With a slight trembling of his wrist, Ouyang Ming sent the spirit of the poison pill over. The spirit of the poison pill immediately pounced on the poison pill of the Wanzu Venerable. His body shook for a moment, and he actually entered it directly.

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

The performance of the poisonous pill spirit when the Zerg attacked the mountain was remarkable. Even the living Zerg Supreme could not do anything to it, let alone the dead Venerable.

Moreover, the Spirit of Wanzu and the Spirit of Poison Pill are actually of the same root and origin, and are both cultivated by the Zerg centipedes, so it should not be a strange thing for the Spirit of the Spirit of Wanzu to inherit the energy of the Spirit of Wanzu.

"Master, this is a spirit!" Wutongmu's voice sounded faintly: "You are so lucky that you can actually get the spirit!"

Ouyang Ming's heart moved slightly and said, "Wutong, this poisonous pill spirit was born in the secret realm. Haven't you noticed it?"

Wutongmu was stunned and said, "Shame, maybe I was sleeping in a deep sleep at that time, so I didn't notice it."

Although it has the ability to explore everything that happens in this secret realm, it must be it actively searching. Generally speaking, the farther away from its original body, the less attention it will be.

When Ouyang Ming and others first entered the secret realm, Wutongmu could not have imagined that there was today's opportunity, so naturally it was impossible for them 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 to deal with?" Ouyang Ming asked in surprise.

"Those two venerables."

"Treat them..." Ouyang Ming's face changed slightly, and he smiled bitterly: "How is that possible?"

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

Ouyang Ming raised his eyebrows and his heart was moved.

The world of its own is indeed the biggest change of the Spirit of the Poison Pill. Although this world is a little tender, it is a world after all. As long as the power of the world can be released, how can a mere Venerable compete with it?

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

Wutong was silent for a while and said, "I don't know, you need to try this by yourself, the master."

Ouyang Ming pulled the corner of his mouth slightly, "Good guy, I drew a big cake for me, but I have to explore how to enjoy it myself."

He shook his head, and suddenly remembered something in his heart, saying, "Wutong, I found a treasure in the secret realm last time, called a dragon coffin, and some rare treasures in the coffin. Where did these things get from?"

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

Ouyang Ming's face almost turned dark. Do you think I was a three-year-old child, so I was telling stories?

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

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

Ouyang Ming's eyes lit up slightly and he said, "Where is that person?"

"Dead."

"Dead?"

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

In its eyes, life is not a great thing, especially a human being, who dies and dies, and is not worth exploring.
Chapter completed!