Immortal Path to Heaven Chapter 742: Pictures

　　 "Master, this guy is dead." The voice of the sycamore wood came faintly, but there was no excitement. It seemed that he had killed a powerful venerable person, unlike ordinary spiritual beings such as gentlemen with poisoned swords. What difference.

　　 Ouyang Ming's mouth curled slightly and said: "I saw it."

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

　　 The vitality of the Zerg is undoubtedly the most powerful, but any Zerg being whipped into such an appearance is absolutely dead, and there is no possibility of resurrection anymore.

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

　　 Ouyang Ming knows that this is an expression of the steadfastness of the sycamore wood. 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 not come in until this moment, it should have given up the plan to enter, and waited outside the secret realm.

　　 The Venerable Wanzu was dead, but when he saw its body, Ouyang Ming's eyes flashed with strange brilliance.

　　 The corpse of the Venerable, this is a rare refining material.

　　 The three old Zerg Venerables including Ghost Claw were burned to naught by Feng Xiang, and nothing was left behind. Although it was Feng Xiang's anger and Liwei for Ouyang Ming, Ouyang Ming still felt a pain.

　　 How many magic weapons can be refined if the corpses of the three venerables are handed over to oneself.

　　 Today, when Sycamore Wood treated Venerable Wanzu, although the process was a little bloody, it was not as straightforward and easy as Feng Xiang, but at any rate the body of Venerable Wanzu was left behind.

　　, with a light cough, Ouyang Ming said: "Indus, what about these corpses for me?"

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

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

　　 Although due to the fire of the sky and phoenix, Wutongmu recognized him as the master. However, the strength of the two sides at the moment is far apart, and Ouyang Ming's attitude towards phoenix wood is also quite respectful.

　　 The tree roots around Ouyang Ming bend down together, like a human being bowing.

　　 "Master, everything about me is yours."

　　 Ouyang Ming hesitated, and said: "Wu Tong, what do you want from me?"

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

　　 Sycamore Wood was silent for a while, and said: "Master, I want to ask for a rebirth from the ashes."

　　 Ouyang Ming was startled, his face slightly changed. 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 Tianfeng? This seems to be a legendary or epic difficult task. Not to mention his current cultivation base, even if he has reached the cultivation base of the Venerable, he may not be able to do this!

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

　　 gave a wry smile, Ouyang Ming calmed his mind 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 deliberately, anyway, I've been waiting for so long, and I won't mind waiting for a while."

　　 Ouyang Ming gave a wry smile. In the time concept of phoenix tree, there is no difference between a hundred years and a human year.

　　 came to the head of Venerable Wanzu, Ouyang Ming narrowed his eyes, letting out his spiritual thoughts. After a while, he sensed what he wanted to find in the head of the centipede.

　　 It is a poison pill that grows deep in the mind of Venerable Ten Thousand Foot, and it has conceived a huge amount of energy.

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

　　 The manifestation of the power of the Venerable, can bring a huge impact to people, even the dead Venerable, it is not to be desecrated.

　　 Just as Ouyang Ming was considering how to remove the Poison Pill from Venerable Wanzu’s head without a problem, he felt a sudden flower in front of him, and the root of the tree that had been following him suddenly stretched out. It slammed into the head like a heavy hammer.

　　 Ouyang Ming's eyelids twitched, and he saw the centipede's head split, 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.

　　 squeezed out a smile, Ouyang Ming took the poison pill and said: "Thank you very much."

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

　　 Ouyang Ming flickered, opened the space bag, collected all the corpses of Venerable Wanzu, and stuffed it 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, leaving the entrance of the secret realm far away. Of course, when he was leaving, he also urged the phoenix tree to be ready at any time. If the blood shadow suddenly enters, he must not be allowed to leave.

　　 Although the blood shadow is unlikely to enter the secret realm again, it is safe to do so if you are prepared.

　　 came to a secluded place, Ouyang Ming took out the Poison Pill, and with another turn of his wrist, he also took out the Poison Pill that contained the spirit of the Poison Pill, which had become a world by itself.

　　The spirit of the poison pill immediately emerged. It twisted its body and hovered happily around Ouyang Ming's body. The look of joy and excitement could not be concealed anyway.

　　 Ouyang Ming smiled slightly and spread his arms flat. The poisonous pill spirit immediately jumped onto his arm. The intimate appearance made the sycamore woods who were secretly observing a bit tasteful.

　　 After playing with the Poison Pill Spirit for a while, Ouyang Ming also became happy. This little thing is unfettered, just like a piece of white paper, but it is extremely attached to him.

　　 gently pinched the neck of the Poison Pill Spirit, and Ouyang Ming moved it towards the Poison Pill of Venerable Wanzu.

　　 The eyes of the little thing suddenly lit up. In fact, when it appeared, it had already sensed this great poisonous thing. However, for it, playing with Ouyang Ming is the most important thing. Only at this moment, when Ouyang Ming put it in front of this powerful Poison Pill, it showed the color of yearning.

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

　　 "Like..." The Poison Pill Spirit nodded vigorously, sending out a wave of thoughts.

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

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

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

　　 With a flick of his wrist, Ouyang Ming sent the spirit of the poison pill over, and the spirit of the poison pill immediately rushed onto the poison pill of Venerable Ten Thousand Feet, his figure shook, and he actually entered it directly. .

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

　　 Poison Pill Spirit's performance when the Zerg attacked the mountain was remarkable, even the living Zerg Supreme could not help it, let alone the dead Venerable.

　　 Moreover, Venerable Wanzu and the spirit of Poison Pill are actually the same root, and they are both cultivated by Zerg centipedes, so it shouldn’t be a miracle that the spirit of Poison Pill inherits the energy of Venerable Wanzu.

　　"Master, this is the spirit!" The sycamore's voice sounded faintly: "You are so lucky to have the spirit!"

　　 Ouyang Ming's heart moved slightly, and said: "Indus, this poisonous pill spirit was born in a secret realm, haven't you found it?"

　　 Sycamore wood was startled and said: "Ashamed, maybe the old man was sleeping at that time, so I didn't find it."

　　 Although it has the ability to detect everything that happens in this secret realm, it must actively search for it. Generally speaking, the farther away from its main body, the less attention it will pay.

　　 When Ouyang Ming and the others first entered the secret realm, Sycamore couldn't think of the opportunity it has today, so naturally it was impossible to pay attention to these little guys.

　　 "Ahem, Master, since you have the 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 nobles."

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

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

　　 Ouyang Ming raised his eyebrows, his heart moved.

　　 is a world of its own. This is indeed the biggest change in the spirit of the poison pill. Although this world is slightly young, it is a world after all. As long as the power of the world can be released, how can the mere venerable contend with it?

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

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

　　 Ouyang Ming twitched the corner of his mouth slightly~IndoMTL.com~Good guy, I drew a pie for me, but I have to explore how to enjoy it.

　　 He shook his head, and suddenly remembered something in his heart, and said: "Indus, I found a treasure in the secret world last time, called the dragon coffin, and some rare treasures in the coffin. These things are from Where did you get it?"

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

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

　　 Fortunately, Wutong seemed to sense Ouyang Ming’s anger and immediately adjusted the way he understood it.

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

　　 Ouyang Ming's eyes were shining, and he said, "Where is that person?"

　　 "Dead."

　　 "Dead?"

　　 "Yes, he was seriously injured and was about to die. 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, so it is not worth exploring.

　　 Ouyang Ming smiled bitterly to himself. It seems that the dragon coffin has become an unsolvable secret.

　　

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