Two purple beams of light burst out of the eyes of the demon corpse, and his body softened, Wang Mu only felt a rumbling sound in his head, and severe pain spread throughout his body.

Among Wang Mu Zhihai, there was an extra general wearing purple gold armor, who was holding a big knife in his hand, and frantically stirred Wang Mu Zhihai.

This is the remnant soul of the demon corpse, and judging from his appearance, he was also an extremely powerful figure during his lifetime.

The sun and the moon hang above the sea at the same time, and now it is like a real world, especially the giant tree growing in the center, which is always releasing vitality for this world.

The remnant soul of the demon corpse obviously still had some wisdom, and he could see the preciousness of the giant tree in the center at a glance, and slashed it with a big sword.

Wang Mu didn't have time to stop it at all, so he hurriedly gathered two big knives with his soul power and slashed at the demon corpse.

The demon corpse ignored this and slashed at the tree wall. But what is unexpected is that such a ferocious knife not only did not cut a little of the tree wall, but instead caused a layer of ripples in front of the tree wall.

The ripples passed, the broadsword turned into flying ashes and dissipated, and the remnant soul of the demon corpse opened its mouth and let out an invisible roar.

All this happened so fast, Wang Mu hadn't reacted yet, and there was no trace of the demon corpse in the sea of knowledge. He walked to the giant tree in a daze, touching his bark. It's almost like a real tree, even more real than a real tree. The breeze encircles the trees, and the green leaves sway.

After a long time, Wang Mu let out a sigh.

It was a treasure mountain, but he didn't know how to use it.

That's his distress, there's so much uncontrollable stuff in him. Although Star-Eater was a very ancient powerhouse, he had never seen such a strange person as Wang Mu, so he could only ponder while watching. It can be said that Wang Mu's face is a thorn, and only with the strongest will can he cut out a piece of the avenue to heaven.

The body of the demon corpse had lost a little movement, Wang Mu turned the black flame into the blade, cut off one of his arms and kept it for alchemy, and the rest was devoured as nourishment.

At that moment, the voice of the star-devouring rang out.

"Boy, don't worry, I'm still useful for this demon corpse!"

Wang Mu stopped and threw the demon corpse to the ground. Star-devouring is well-informed, and since he said so, there must be some truth to it.

"All living spirits dissipate after death, with a few exceptions, such as the pitch-black demon bones you have seen, or the demon corpses in front of you. They all have a common characteristic, that is, the soul dissipates, and the hatred is recorded in the body, and after 10,000 years, the body contains the spirit again. ”

Wang Mu looked at one of the arms in his hand, his eyes were confused, and he didn't find anything special.

Devouring Star seemed to see Wang Mu's doubts and explained.

"This corpse is considered an excellent puppet material, and if you plant Psychic Consciousness in their casts, he will be able to fight alongside you. Moreover, their bodies have been cultivated for 10,000 years, and their physical strength is completely different from that of ordinary corpses, almost inferior to swords and guns. ”

Wang Mu really had no opinion on this, if he didn't use the black fire, he wouldn't be able to cut off the demon corpse's arm at all. Immediately, he moved his mind and left a spiritual seed in the Demon Corpse's Seal Hall.

Under the spiritual consciousness planted, the body of the demon corpse changed, and it began to slowly absorb the spiritual energy in the cave.

Wang Mu knew that the first step had been successful, so he withdrew with his arms.

Ao San had been waiting outside the cave for a long time, and at first he thought that Wang Mu had a chance of winning, but the cave suddenly fell silent, which made him lose hope.

A demon corpse is a demon corpse after all, how can a little dragon be his opponent.

Just as he was about to leave, a sound of wind came from the cave. A few traces of hatred erupted in Ao San's eyes, and a dark green flame appeared in his hand.

But then he reacted that the person who came was a pitch-black scale armor, and it was Wang Mu who he had never hoped for!

"You really took off one of the demon corpse's arms!" Ao San's eyes widened, not believing his own eyes at all.

Wang Mu nodded, brought a huge stone to block the entrance of the cave, and then took out the demon grass he had picked and put it together with the demon corpse arm.

The demonic grass felt the demonic energy, and its roots danced like earthworms, and soon it burrowed into its arms.

Wang Mu waved his arm, and the black flames instantly devoured them. In his cognition, the black fire was made by mixing a variety of flames, and some of them must have been infected by demonic energy.

The demon grass twisted in the flames, and soon turned completely into the demon corpse's arm.

Wang Mu frowned, the demon corpse's arm showed no signs of crystallization at all, but it kept turning into ashes and scattering.

He used all his strength to feel the demonic energy in the black flames, gradually separating him from the other flames.

Yellow and red flames flew out, and the color of the black flames became deeper and deeper, and finally turned into extremely delicate pitch-black flames.

Wang Mu's forehead was covered with sweat, and he carefully placed him on the arm of the demon corpse.

It's like gasoline meets fire.

The demonic fire swelled instantly, and the demonic corpse's arm was enveloped by her in an instant, and a disgusting burnt smell came out.

Wang Mu clenched his nose and shook the remaining remains of the demon corpse. An amber-like object fell out, translucent jade enveloping half of the pitch-black leaf. It's the remaining leaves of the magic grass.

I don't know if this is the legendary Demon Heart, but he doesn't make a heart-pounding sound anyway.

Wang Mu loaded him up and took Ao San back to Yanlong Mountain.

Along the way, Ao San's eyes were full of admiration when he looked at Wang Mu, if the mother dragon was afraid that he would not say something like "having a monkey with you".

When passing through a forest, Wang Mu suddenly shivered, and hurriedly grabbed Ao San and flew forward.

A scorching flame flew out of the forest below, and Wang Mu vaguely remembered this feeling, and spat out a dark fireball at him.

Hey?

Someone exclaimed.

A brilliant firework exploded in the air, and Wang Mu was rushed out dozens of meters away, only to feel that the scales and armor all over his body were about to crack. Ao San was even more unbearable, and directly spurted out a mouthful of blood, if it wasn't for Wang Mu to resist for him, I'm afraid he would have to take his life this time.

Wang Mu galloped forward, even if he thought about it with his knees, he knew that this was a killer sent by the Second Elder. As long as they return to Flame Dragon Mountain, they will be given temporary safety.

But will they really be able to go back?

Just three hundred miles?

It took him more than a day when he came, but they wouldn't last a quarter of an hour!

Another blazing flame erupted, which was even more terrifying this time, and everything in its path was reduced to ashes, creating a scorched path.

You can't be beaten, you can only dodge. Wang Mu used the transformation fan, and instantly opened the distance. Flames flew past his scales.

The one in the forest was a little surprised, and then showed a mocking smile.

He scratched his fist and clenched his fist.

Endless flames appeared out of thin air, as if taking over the sky. A face made purely of flames appeared in the sky, and he looked down at Wang Mu with a cat-and-mouse smile.

Wang Mu didn't know who he was facing, so he could only keep rushing towards Flame Dragon Mountain, using Metamorphosis again and again.

The giant face in the sky showed a surprised expression for the first time, he didn't expect Wang Mu to have such profound skills in his body, and for the first time he felt that things were beyond his expectations.

But it doesn't matter, he has left behind.

A metamorphosis is a distance of half a mile, and Wang Mu doesn't know how many times he has used it. In the distance is a green peak, which looks a little ordinary, but in Wang Mu's eyes, this is the hope he was born with.

"Boy, where can you run, go back and make a loach!"

An unruly voice came, and the flame dragon with fire scales flew out, and two dragon whiskers fluttered in the wind, and he crashed into Wang Mu.

Wang Mu was taken aback, wasn't this guy Ao Xuan, one of the three dragons who attacked him at the beginning.

He sneered, spun around sharply, and kicked him in an uncanny position.

The second step of nine steps to the sky, Zhengang.

It was like two invisible blades inserted into Ao Xuan's body, and he fell into the cloud with a miserable howl.

Wang Mu looked back, and there was endless coke behind him, and he didn't know how far it stretched.

Finally, he glanced at Ao Xuan on the ground and entered the Flame Dragon Mountain Enchantment.