Extreme Eternal Demon

Chapter 106 Witch Sect

Although I am interested in Mei Changxu.

However, Li Wuyou hasn’t made up his mind for the time being as to whose house he should take.

After all, Martial Dao is outstanding, but still incomplete.

Li Wuyou doesn’t know whether an eunuch will have any influence on his cultivation Vajra Sutra.

He still needs to consider.

Or, look for someone else.

There is no need to worry about this matter at all.

There is less than a year to prepare.

The top priority is to solve Sang Boyun first.

The genius hope of the Wu Gu faction.

Early the next morning.

Sunlight filled the rainforest of southern Xinjiang again.

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

And Li Wuyou, who cleaned up Liu Tianming’s obedient posts, also received a new treatment.

He was sitting in a separate carriage.

No one bothers.

Following the convoy, slowly driving towards the depths of the southern jungle.

Such time passed quickly.

It was two days in a blink of an eye.

And as it got deeper and deeper into the jungles of southern Xinjiang, the surrounding situation gradually changed.

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

Instead, popularity began to appear gradually.

Some southern Xinjiang tribes also appeared around.

Some of them live in wooden houses with old trees, connected to the ground by a ladder.

It should be the leader of the tribe, or a higher clan.

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

Most of the clothes are ragged.

It’s like entering a super slum.

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

However, as it got deeper and deeper, the situation inside became stronger than the outside.

The number of tree houses is increasing.

The state and complexion of the tribe people are getting better and better.

At first glance, there is no shortage of food.

Moreover, many people have practiced martial arts.

While Li Wuyou casually observed these southern Xinjiang forms, the motorcade of Zhennan Palace gradually stopped.

He raised his head and looked forward.

I saw that there is a rare mountain here.

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

There are not even hills.

It’s an endless jungle of thorns.

And this mountain seems to stand out from the crowd.

Oooh!

With the gradual stop of the Zhennan Wangfu motorcade, a low horn sounded from the peak.

Gradually, a group of people from the southern Xinjiang tribe, dressed in uniform black clothes with bone chains wrapped around their necks, swarmed out from inside.

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

The tip is made of metal.

It’s also very good.

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

“Welcome you, my most distinguished guest.”

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

An elderly man walked out with a cane that didn’t know any bones.

His face was respectful.

“Great sacrifice, long time no see.”

Liu Tianming also quickly got off the carriage.

He and this high priest seemed to be very familiar with each other, and the two of them started talking together as soon as they saw each other.

“Sang Boyun, where is the genius of Wu Gu school?”

Li Wuyou didn’t care about the conversation between these 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 to the secret store of Guigu.

Li Wuyou was waiting in the car.

About half an hour later, Liu Tianming had already finished talking with the high priest, and both of them walked towards the top of the mountain together.

And then, the commercial fleet of Zhennan Prince’s Mansion also started moving inside one after another.

Li Wuyou naturally followed the caravan.

The road on this mountain is flat.

Even a convoy with heavy cargo is not strenuous.

Soon, the team arrived at the designated position.

Someone started loading and unloading goods.

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

“Younger, I have already agreed with the great sacrifice of the Wugu Sect. Tonight, when the goods transaction is over, they will hold a grand party to celebrate.”

“At that time, the young genius of the Wugu faction, Sang Boyun, will appear as a master.”

“Um.”

Li Wuyou nodded slightly, and then swept his eyes to the surrounding soldiers of the Zhennan Palace.

His meaning is clear.

Liu Tianming knows his own idea.

Kill Sang Boyun.

Once Sang Boyun was killed, the Wu Gu faction would never give up.

Do they dare to target Zhennan Wangfu?

But inevitable, all the soldiers involved in the transaction will be killed.

To vent anger.

“I only hope that the young man can take the old man away when the time comes. The old man promises that he will offer the cupped hands of Ghost Valley Gate.”

Liu Tianming knew Li Wuyou’s gesture, he bowed slightly and expressed his attitude.

These soldiers, in his eyes, are not that important at all.

“good.”

Li Wuyou nodded.

“Thanks a lot.”

Liu Tianming showed respect, and then stepped back again.

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

It’s a more luxurious wooden house.

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

Li Wuyou’s identity looks rather special, and Liu Tianming has given him a special account, so he lives alone.

In order to show their respect, the members of the Wugu faction sent two young and beautiful maids in southern Xinjiang.

Fourteen or five years old.

The rawness is exquisite and thorough.

The figure is also slim and slender.

“Wait outside the door.”

Li Wuyou was not interested in them, and directly drove them out.

He closed his eyes in Lotus Position.

Meditate and rest.

And, prepare for the next killing.

…

time flies.

The delivery of goods between the Wu Gu faction and the Zhennan Prince’s Mansion went smoothly.

Obviously, both sides have conducted such exchanges many times, and they have already become perfect.

It’s not yet evening.

Li Wuyou saw that on a clearing on the side of the mountain, the people of the Wugu tribe began to get busy.

They are raising a bonfire.

There are also many people slaughtering cattle and sheep here.

A lively situation.

And the soldiers who escorted the goods were all excited and their eyes burning.

They have all been here many times.

To travel a long distance and take some rest is definitely what everyone is looking forward to.

And more importantly, here, they are treated as VIPs by the people of the Southern Xinjiang Witch Gu faction, so…

Every time this kind of celebration, there are basically many young women from southern Xinjiang who come to wait on them.

They can choose any girl they like.

Then, take it back to enjoy 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 bubble!”

Watching this scene, Li Wuyou raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

Gloomy and full-bodied.

do not know why.

He gradually fell in love with killing.

I also like the feeling of destroying the beauty and hope of others.

When did it start?

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

After all, he was very talented, but he was tortured.

And those ordinary people, mediocre, but healthy.

He is not balanced…

“Kill!”