"Roar"

Three heaven-shattering dragon roars, roaring out from the three huge dragon heads, although they are not as terrifying as the roar of the real Lawson Demon King a thousand years ago, they are still extremely domineering.

The huge dragon body was constantly stirring the huge wings in the void, and Bai Mei was standing on top of the head of the dragon head in the middle, stroking a trace of black hair on his shoulder with satisfaction.

From a distance, it looks like an ant standing on top of a giant's head.

Tang Wuming drove the black cold, flew up into the air for the first time, and looked at the white eyebrows on the dragon's head: "Done?"

Bai Mei looked at Tang Wuming with a smile, his mood was still extremely excited at this time, and he finally nodded after a long time: "It's done, this dragon corpse puppet should have reached extraordinary strength, but it needs a lot of spiritual energy to urge, and now there are more than two thousand spirit stones in this puppet's body, which can only last for about an hour at most." ”

"Sure enough, the puppet is a huge spirit stone consumable, and a puppet with extraordinary strength actually consumes so many spirit stones. ”

Looking at the dragon corpse puppet in front of him, Tang Wuming looked a little dazed, he still remembered that his father Tang Chen had once refined a puppet, which was made of the corpse of a real divine beast, and it was almost at the level of Nirvana after becoming a puppet, and according to Tang Chen back then, this kind of immortal-level body before his death, if he wanted to use it after refining, he would consume at least a thousand spirit crystals every day, and that kind of terrifying consumption rate would not be able to withstand even ordinary royal families in the territory of the Barbarian Emperor.

One thousand spirit crystals, converted to one million spirit stones, maybe the entire Luoling plus Nanling can't get so many spirit stones in total.

Tang Wuming also knew how valuable this spirit stone was at this time, so he immediately asked Bai Mei to get down from the dragon corpse puppet, put it into the storage bag first, and then take it out and use it when he entered the immortal tomb.

Bai Mei nodded, took out the storage bag that Tang Wuming gave him, and prepared to put the dragon corpse puppet into the storage bag.

But at this moment, the puppet that had been suspended in the air without any movement suddenly roared, and then the three dragon heads swung rapidly, throwing the white eyebrows that had been standing above its head from the air.

"What's going on?"

Tang Wuxing was startled, and hurriedly pulled out another black cold and threw it at Bai Mei, catching it.

Bai Mei stabilized his body, and his face was also shocked, looking at the dragon corpse puppet that suddenly went out of control in the air, his face changed dramatically in an instant: "It's not good." ”

"What's wrong?"

"The corpse of this Lawson Demon King is too powerful, even if he has been dead for a thousand years, but he still retains a trace of the dragon soul in his body, if he has been existing in the form of a corpse, maybe the dragon soul will be completely extinct in a few hundred years, but now he has been refined into a puppet. ”

"Stop him. Bai Mei shouted in horror: "The only remaining remnant soul must have absorbed the yin qi in the Immortal Fire, intending to regain control of his body through the twelve Immortal Flames. ”

Hearing Bai Mei say this, Tang Wuming's face changed, at this time, the puppet had just become a puppet, and the overall strength had not fully exploded, but it would not be long before that trace of dragon soul completely controlled the dark fire, and it would reach extraordinary strength, with the current Tang Wuming and Bai Mei's cultivation, it was impossible to control the other party.

Tang Wuming knew the powerful relationship between this, and directly sacrificed the natal primordial god, and performed the regretful divine technique, and in an instant, the thirty-zhang tall natal primordial god appeared, and slapped a palm on the huge dragon corpse puppet.

The Regret Divine Technique was originally the magic power of the Demon King of Lawson during his lifetime, maybe he would never have imagined until he died that a thousand years later, his corpse would actually be crushed by Tang Wuming with his own divine power.

was slapped with a palm, and the dragon corpse puppet roared again, and had to admire the strength of its body, this palm went down, it was as simple as a roar, and the body was not hit too hard.

He is just a puppet, even if there is only a trace of the dragon soul left, it is only in a state of imminent annihilation, even if it successfully controls this body today, there is no special chance, when the spirit stone in his body is exhausted, he still can't escape the fate of the dragon soul annihilation.

However, it was impossible for Tang Wuming to give him this opportunity, the dragon corpse puppet was the only means for him to enter the immortal tomb and find a way out of his life, how could he let this trace of dragon soul destroy his hole cards.

The phoenix bloodline awakened instantly, and Tang Wuming drove the black cold directly to the top of the dragon corpse puppet's head, and then sacrificed the remaining seven black colds in the sword box, and through the cooperation of the natal primordial god, he successfully stabbed the first black cold into the puppet heavenly spirit, forcibly controlling the dark fire in the jade bead.

Immediately afterwards, Tang Wuming successively smashed the remaining six black colds into it, successfully suppressed the seven dark fires, and then shouted at Bai Mei on the side: "Is there a sword yet?"

"Yes. ”

Bai Mei responded, and instantly sacrificed five white bone swords, and also flew high into the air with the black cold, stabbing the five swords into the spine of the puppet dragon's tail at the same time.

Twelve sharp swords, twelve dark fires, completely fused at this moment, Tang Wuming and Bai Mei each used their own means, and then forcibly controlled the dragon corpse puppet.

After nearly half a pillar of incense, finally, the dragon corpse puppet that was constantly resisting gradually quieted down, and finally Tang Wuming and Bai Mei stood at the head and tail of the dragon corpse puppet respectively, and let out a long sigh of relief.

"It's dangerous. Bai Mei wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, still feeling palpitations, and almost collapsed.

"Put this puppet away first, I lost a lot of spirit stones in this accident just now, and now there are almost two thousand spirit stones left in the puppet's body. Tang Wuming said for the first time: "Of the twelve dark fires, seven of them are controlled by my black cold, and the remaining five are controlled by your bone sword, and when you enter the immortal tomb and meet the yin general, I control the dragon head and dragon body, and you control the dragon tail." ”

"Good. ”

Bai Mei immediately took the dragon corpse puppet in, and then looked at Tang Wuming, a trace of expectation appeared on his face: "When do you plan to enter the Immortal Tomb." ”

Since learning that Tang Wumei's true identity is a powerhouse who has reached the level of Nirvana, Bai Mei's overall perception of Tang Wuming has long since changed, and now this Tang Wuming is no longer the simple teenager he was back then in Bai Mei's opinion, and he can even make Bai Mei call his senior.

However, although this Tang Wuming has always been much more indifferent than before, he still retains his friendship with him, and he has always called him grandpa, which still makes Bai Mei quite pleased.

Tang Wuming thought for a moment and said, "If the tomb you once entered is really an immortal tomb, then it must have been hidden by some special large arrays set up around it, and it was completely lucky that you were able to find it back then." ”

"You're right. Bai Mei said: "Until now, I don't know how I found that fairy tomb, if it wasn't for the crazy old man, I would have died in it a long time ago, and I wouldn't have been able to get out at all." ”

"Yes. Tang Wuming secretly called up the Void Sky Star Map and observed it for a while, and found that the smallest landmark marked on it was the Wasteland, and there was no detailed marking on the inside of the Wasteland, so the Void Sky Star Map did not play any role at this time.

"It seems that we have to find a precise method for ourselves. ”

Tang Wuming guessed the time for a while, and said: "It's probably been a long time since midnight now, and it's already early in the morning, and it's impossible to lure out the Yin soldiers at this time, and it's even more impossible during the day, so I plan to leave tomorrow night." ”

"Do you want to use the Yin Soldier to find a way to enter the Immortal Tomb?" Hearing Tang Wuming's plan, Bai Mei suddenly gasped, such a method is indeed a bit too bold, but after thinking about it, this is the only way.

"Well, just take advantage of the daytime to prepare well, you also go back and have a good rest, and I will gather here with you in the evening. ”

"Good. Bai Mei responded, returned the black Han at Hei Han's feet and the storage bag to Tang Wusheng, and then drove a three-foot-long bone sword towards the direction of the barren mountain.

However, Tang Wuming did not return to the quicksand tribe, for him, it was impossible to have time to rest at all, the legendary Yin soldiers borrowed the way is not something that can be seen by seeing, if you want to lure them around the immortal tomb, you must have some special means, some bloody means.

He first hid the dragon corpse golem in a hidden place, vacated the storage bag, and flew in the direction of the Black Lawson Prison.

This day was the most terrifying day for those demon beasts or little demons on the periphery of Black Lawson's prison, because on this day, there was a man with white hair and a black sword box on his back, holding two black iron swords, and launched an extremely crazy massacre in this large demon beast forest.

For a whole day, from day to night, the man seemed to be crazy, killing the beasts when he saw them, then putting their corpses in a storage bag, flying to the barren mound, dumping the bloody corpses into a huge mass grave inside the mound, and flying back to the Black Lawson prison to start a new round of massacre.

Throughout the day, this man went back and forth between the barren mound and the Black Lawson Prison hundreds of times, each time he would hunt hundreds of demon beasts or small demons, and by midnight, the total number of demon beasts that died in his hands exceeded thirty thousand.

And in that huge mass grave, at this time densely piled with the corpses of all kinds of demon beasts, the blood even soaked the entire pit, forming a pool of blood full of corpses, the crimson blood spread to the soil everywhere, soaking a large area of land around it red, and next to it, there were mountains of corpses that made people's scalps numb one after another.

The strong smell of blood filled the entire air, and even spread all the way to dozens of miles around, covering almost half of the barren mound, and it wasn't until midnight that Tang Wuming stopped this crazy slaughter, cleaned up the storage bag, and put the dragon corpse puppet in again.

At this time, Bai Mei had already flown over with a bone sword, and when he saw this scene, he suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

Because of the wrong soul cultivation, Bai Mei's heart has gradually become violent, and he has also slaughtered many demon beasts and even living monks, but when he saw this huge mass grave and corpse mountain, Bai Mei also felt a trace of fear.

"Wusheng, this, this is what you did?" If Bai Mei is violent, then compared to him, Tang Wumei is completely brutal.

Tang Wuming didn't answer, but pulled up his white eyebrows and hid in a hidden place not far away: "Don't make a sound." ”