Extreme Eternal Demon

Although I am interested in Mei Changxu.

However, Li Wuyou has not yet made up his mind as to whose body he should take away.

After all, Mei Changxu was excellent in martial arts, but his body was still incomplete.

Li Wuyou didn't know whether a eunuch would have an impact on his practice of the Diamond Sutra.

He still had to think about it.

Or, find someone else.

There is simply no need to worry about this matter.

There is less than a year to prepare.

The top priority is to resolve the Sang Boyun matter first.

The genius hope of the witchcraft sect.

The next morning.

The sun once again filled the entire southern Xinjiang rainforest.

The soldiers of Zhennan Palace woke up one after another, packed up their carriages and horses, and started on their way.

And Li Wuyou, who had taken care of Liu Tianming, also received new treatment.

He was in a separate carriage.

No one bothers.

Following the convoy, it slowly drove towards the depths of the jungle in southern Xinjiang.

Time like this passes quickly.

Two days passed in the blink of an eye.

As we went deeper and deeper into the jungles of southern Xinjiang, the surrounding situation gradually changed.

The dense, lush, and wild feeling of the jungle began to weaken.

Instead, it began to gain popularity.

Some southern Xinjiang tribes also appeared in the surrounding areas.

Some of them live in wooden houses built in ancient trees, connected to the ground by soft ladders.

It should be the leader of the tribe, or a high-ranking clan.

Most people live directly on the ground, with no houses, only earth holes or tree holes.

Most of the clothes are in tatters.

It's like entering a super ghetto.

As a closed world, this place is really backward compared with the Central Plains of the Zhou Dynasty.

However, as we go deeper, the situation inside is actually better than outside.

There are more and more tree houses.

The condition, complexion, etc. of the tribal people are also getting better and better.

At first glance, there is no shortage of food.

Moreover, many people have practiced martial arts.

While Li Wuyou was casually observing the shapes of these southern borders, the convoy of Zhennan Palace gradually stopped.

He raised his head and looked forward.

I saw a rare mountain peak here.

The reason why it is said to be rare is that there are almost no mountains in the entire Southern Xinjiang territory of 100,000.

Not even hills.

They are all endless jungles of thorns.

And this mountain peak seems to stand out from the crowd.

Woohoo!

As the Zhennan Wangfu motorcade gradually came to a stop, a deep horn sound came from the mountain peak.

Gradually, a group of southern Xinjiang tribesmen wearing uniform black clothes and with bone chains wrapped around their necks swarmed out from inside.

They all held something similar to a javelin in their hands.

The gun head is made of metal.

It's quite sophisticated.

However, compared with the soldiers and equipment of the Zhennan Army, they are worlds apart.

"Welcome, my most distinguished guests."

These people were divided into two teams, leaving a broad road in the middle.

An old man came out, leaning on a crutch with an unknown bone.

His face was respectful.

"Great Priest, long time no see."

Liu Tianming also quickly got off the carriage.

He seemed to be very familiar with the high priest. The two hit it off immediately and started chatting familiarly.

"Sang Boyun, where is the genius of the witchcraft sect?"

Li Wuyou didn't pay attention to the conversation between the two people, and he didn't want to care at all.

He just wanted to finish killing Sang Boyun as soon as possible.

Then go get the secret treasure of Guigu Gate 1.

Li Wuyou was waiting in the car.

About half an hour later, Liu Tianming had finished talking to the high priest, and the two sides walked towards the mountain peak together.

Then, the commercial convoys of Zhennan Palace also headed inside one after another.

Li Wuyou naturally followed the caravan.

The road to this mountain peak is actually smooth.

Even a convoy carrying heavy cargo is not difficult.

Soon, the team arrived at the designated location.

Someone started loading and unloading goods.

Liu Tianming also came to the carriage where Li Wuyou was sitting. He cupped his hands and said respectfully,

"Young hero, I have made an agreement with the high priest of the Witch Gu Sect. Tonight, when the goods transaction is completed, they will hold a grand party to celebrate."

"When the time comes, the young genius of the Wu Gu sect, Sang Boyun, will appear as his master."

"Um."

Li Wuyou nodded slightly, and then glanced at the surrounding Zhennan Palace soldiers.

What he meant was clear.

Liu Tianming knew what he was thinking.

Kill Sang Boyun.

And once Sang Boyun is killed, the Wu Gu faction will never give up.

It is not certain whether they dare to target Zhennan Palace.

But it is inevitable that all the soldiers present participating in the transaction will be killed.

To vent anger.

"I just hope that the young hero can take me away when the time comes. I promise that I will hand over the secret treasure of Guigumen."

Liu Tianming knew Li Wuyou's gesture, so he bowed slightly to express his stance.

These soldiers were not that important at all in his eyes.

"good."

Li Wuyou nodded.

"Thank you."

Liu Tianming showed respect and then retreated.

After a while, Li Wuyou was sent to a special location together with these soldiers.

It is considered a more luxurious wooden house.

It was not built on a mountain, but on some rocks.

Li Wuyou's identity seems to be quite special, and he received special instructions from Liu Tianming, so he lives alone.

In order to show their respect, the people from the Wu Gu sect specially sent two young and beautiful maids from southern Xinjiang.

He looks about fourteen or fifteen years old.

Exquisite and clear.

The figure is also slim and slender.

"Wait outside the door."

Li Wuyou was not interested in them and kicked them out directly.

He himself sat cross-legged and closed his eyes.

Meditate and rest.

And, prepare for the next killing.

…

time flies.

The handover of goods between the Witch Gu Sect and the Zhennan Palace went smoothly.

Obviously, both parties have conducted this exchange many times, and practice makes perfect.

It's not evening yet.

Li Wuyou saw that in an open space on the side of the mountain, people from the Witch Gu tribe were starting to get busy.

They were building a bonfire.

There are also many people slaughtering cattle and sheep here.

A lively scene.

The soldiers who escorted the goods all had excited faces and burning eyes.

They have all been here many times.

After a long journey, everyone is definitely looking forward to taking a break.

And more importantly, here, they were treated as honored guests by the people from the Southern Xinjiang witchcraft sect, so...

Every time there is such a celebration, there will basically be many young women from southern Xinjiang coming to wait on them.

They can choose any girl they like.

Then, take it home and enjoy it in the evening.

This is an unwritten rule reached by both parties.

Therefore, these soldiers are already a little impatient and eager to try.

"Enjoy this final singing and dancing."

"When I kill Sang Boyun, everything you have will become a dream!"

Li Wuyou looked at this scene and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

Eerie and rich.

do not know why.

He grew to love killing.

I also fell in love with this feeling of destroying other people's beauty and hopes.

When did it start?

Perhaps, he had this hobby from the moment he was tortured by sepsis.

After all, he was gifted but tortured.

And those ordinary people are mediocre, but they have good health.

He is unbalanced...

"Deserves to be killed!"