"Master, this guy is dead." Wutongmu's voice came faintly, but there was no excitement at all. It seemed that killing a powerful venerable was no different from killing ordinary spiritual beings such as Mr. Poison Sword in the past.
Ouyang Ming curled his lips slightly and said, "I saw it."
With a flash of his body, he came to the body of the Wanzu Venerable, which was cut into more than ten pieces.
The vitality of the Zerg is undoubtedly the most powerful, but if any Zerg is whipped into this state, it will definitely be dead, and there will never be any possibility of resurrection.
In the void, the giant tree roots had long been disbanded and put away, leaving only a few winding roots quietly guarding Ouyang Ming's side.
Ouyang Ming knew that this was a sign of maturity and prudentness of Wutong Mu. What it wants to guard against is not the corpse on the ground, but the strange blood shadow outside the secret realm. However, this blood shadow has never come in until now. It must have given up on entering and is waiting outside the secret realm.
Lord Wanzu was already dead, but when he saw its body, Ouyang Ming's eyes flashed with a strange light.
The corpse of the Venerable is a rare refining material.
In the past, Gui Zhao and other three Zerg sages were burned to nothing by Feng Xiang, leaving nothing behind. Although this was Fengxiang venting his anger and establishing his authority for Ouyang Ming, Ouyang Ming still felt a burst of pain.
If the corpses of the three venerables were given to me, how many magical weapons could be refined
When Wutong Mu treated Venerable Wanzu today, although the process was a bit bloody and not as straightforward and easy as Feng Xiang's, at any rate, Venerable Wanzu's body was left behind.
Ouyang Ming coughed lightly and said, "Wutong, how about giving me these corpses?"
Wutongmu said without hesitation: "Master, all this is yours."
Ouyang Ming nodded slightly and said, "Thank you very much."
Although because of the Tianfeng Fire, Wutongmu recognized him as his master. However, the strength of the two sides at the moment is very different, and Ouyang Ming's attitude towards Wutong Mu is also quite respectful.
The tree roots around Ouyang Ming bent together, like humans bowing in salute.
"Master, everything I have is yours."
Ouyang Ming hesitated for a moment and said, "Wutong, what do you want from me?"
Although he possesses arms, he is not a real Phoenix tribe after all, and he does not understand the true desire of the sycamore tree.
Wutongmu was silent for a while and said: "Master, I want to be reborn from the ashes."
Ouyang Ming was startled and his face changed slightly. When he thought of the figure occupied by the sycamore tree, he felt as if his head was as big as a bucket.
Want to use the fire of Tianfeng to burn the sycamore wood? This seems to be a legendary or epic difficult task. Not to mention his current cultivation level, even if he reaches the cultivation level of the Venerable, he may not be able to do this!
In the past, the sycamore tree once said that it would take thousands of years to fulfill its wish. Now it seems that there is no exaggeration in this sentence.
With a wry smile, Ouyang Ming calmed down and said, "Okay, Wutong, I will work hard to fulfill your wish as soon as possible."
"Thank you, Master, but you don't have to be mean. Anyway, I've been waiting for so long and I won't mind waiting a little longer."
Ouyang Ming smiled bitterly. In Wutong Mu's concept of time, there is probably no difference between a hundred years and a human year.
Arriving at the head of Lord Wanzu, Ouyang Ming narrowed his eyes slightly and released his spiritual thoughts. Not long after, he sensed what he was looking for in the centipede's head.
It was a poison pill that grew in the depths of Venerable Wanzu's mind, and contained extremely huge energy.
When Ou Yangming sensed this energy, he actually felt a sense of awe.
The manifestation of Venerable-level power can bring huge impact to people, and even the deceased Venerable cannot be desecrated.
Just when Ouyang Ming was thinking about how he could take out the poisonous pill from the head of Master Wanzu safely, he felt a sudden flower in front of him, and the tree root that had been following him suddenly stretched out, like a flower. It hit the head like a heavy hammer.
Ouyang Ming's eyelids twitched, and he saw the centipede's head split open, and the end of the tree root had rolled up the poison pill and brought it to him.
This sycamore wood is too sensitive and direct.
With a smile on his face, Ouyang Ming took the poisonous pill and said, "Thank you very much."
The tree roots swayed slightly, expressing sincere kindness to him.
Ouyang Ming flashed, opened the space bag, collected all the corpses of Master Wanzu, and stuffed them into it.
These are extremely precious materials, and he doesn't want any to be wasted.
After doing all this, Ouyang Ming turned around and left the entrance of the secret realm far away. Of course, before he left, he also told Wutongmu to be ready at any time. If the blood shadow suddenly entered, he would never be allowed to leave.
Although it is unlikely that Blood Shadow will enter the secret realm again, only by being prepared can you avoid danger.
Arriving at a secluded place, Ouyang Ming took out the poison pill, turned his wrist again, and took out the poison pill that contained the spirit of the poison pill, which had become a world of its own.
The poison pill spirit immediately emerged, twisting its body and happily lingering around Ouyang Ming's body. The look of joy and excitement that could not be concealed no matter what.
Ouyang Ming smiled slightly and spread his arms flatly. The Poisonous Pill Spirit immediately jumped on his arm. The intimate look made Wutong Mu, who was secretly observing from the side, feel a little disgusted.
After playing with the Poison Pill Spirit for a while, Ouyang Ming became happy. This little thing is unrestrained, like a blank piece of paper, but it is extremely attached to him.
Gently pinching the Poison Pill Spirit's neck, Ouyang Ming moved it towards Venerable Wanzu's Poison Pill.
The little thing's eyes suddenly lit up. In fact, when it appeared, it had already sensed this hugely toxic good thing. However, for it, having fun with Ouyang Ming is the most important thing. It wasn't until this moment that Ouyang Ming put it in front of this powerful poison pill that it showed a look of yearning.
Ouyang Ming chuckled and said, "Little guy, this is a gift for you, do you like it?"
"I like..." Poison Pill Spirit nodded vigorously and sent out a wave of thoughts.
Ouyang Ming was slightly startled, with a strange look in his eyes.
No matter what he said in the past, when the poisonous pill spirit wanted to express it, it would be conveyed in the form of mental fluctuations. However, at this moment it spoke directly.
This was an improvement in ability, which surprised Ouyang Ming.
With a flick of his wrist, Ouyang Ming sent the poisonous elixir spirit over. The poisonous elixir spirit immediately pounced on Venerable Wanzu's poisonous elixir, shook his body, and actually entered it directly.
Ouyang Ming's heart tightened slightly, but he immediately relaxed.
The performance of the Poison Pill Spirit when the Zerg attacked the mountain was remarkable. Even the living Zerg Supreme could not defeat it, let alone the dead one.
Moreover, Venerable Wanzu and the Spirit of Poisonous Pill actually have the same origin. They were both cultivated by Zerg centipedes. Therefore, it should not be a surprise that the Spirit of Venomous Pill inherits the energy of Venerable Wanzu.
"Master, this is a spirit!" Wutong Mu's voice sounded faintly: "You are so lucky to be able to get a spirit!"
Ouyang Ming's heart moved slightly and he said, "Wutong, this poisonous elixir spirit was born in the secret realm. Didn't you find out?"
Wutong Mu was startled and said, "I'm ashamed. Maybe I was in deep sleep at that time, so I didn't notice it."
Although it has the ability to detect everything that happens in this secret realm, it must actively search. Generally speaking, the farther away it is from its body, the less attention it pays.
When Ouyang Ming and others first entered the secret realm, Wutongmu could not have imagined that he would have the opportunity he had today, so it was naturally impossible for him 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.
"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 of its own. How difficult is it to deal with them with the power of the world?"
Ouyang Ming raised his eyebrows, his heart pounding.
A world of its own, this is indeed the biggest change in the spirit of Poison Pill. Although this world is a little immature, it is a world after all. As long as he can release the power of the world, 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. Master, you need to try this yourself."
Ouyang Ming twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, "Good guy, you have drawn a big cake for me, but you have to figure out how to enjoy it yourself."
He shook his head, and suddenly remembered something in his mind, and said: "Wutong, I found a treasure in the secret realm last time, called the dragon coffin, and there are some rare treasures in the coffin. Where did I get these things? of?"
Wutong 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 explanation method.
"Master, someone entered the secret realm thousands of years ago and brought these things in."
Ouyang Ming's eyes brightened slightly and he said, "Where is that person?"
"died."
"died?"
"Yes, he was seriously injured and on the verge of death. I didn't care about him, so he died soon after entering the secret realm." Wutongmu said calmly.
In its eyes, life is not a great thing, especially a human being. It is dead when it dies, and it is not worth exploring.
Ouyang Ming smiled bitterly to himself. It seemed that the dragon coffin matter had become an unbreakable secret.