There was a lot of resentment there.

People are easily affected and deeply trapped in it.

Only people with extremely powerful souls can survive.

More importantly, it is said that there is a sea monster that likes to devour resentment and corpse energy.

I also like to feed on people.

Extremely cruel.

Therefore, the problem of taking seeds is extremely difficult.

The second is planting.

With seeds, it is also very troublesome to plant the nine-layer corpse tower.

Three conditions must be met.

First, in the extremely yin place, there is no light and shadow all year round.

Second, nine hundred and ninety-nine corpses, using the flesh and blood of the corpse and the soul as nutrients, to provide seeds from the nine-layer corpse tower with germination.

Third, the nine masters' bodies are used as nutrients to provide the buds of the nine-layer corpse tower to grow.

These three conditions.

One is more difficult than the other.

"It's useless to do things one by one."

The sunset light poured in from the window.

The entire inn house was dyed into a faint red color.

Li Wuyou retreated from his cultivation.

Then, he opened his eyes.

He looked out the window, the dark night that was about to come again, smiled slightly, and said to himself,

"Begin with the blood of the innate Great Perfection Warrior."

"Although the world is vast, there are many martial arts people."

"However, if one hundred people with innate great perfection go to search for one by one, it will be difficult to get all of them."

"We have to think of a way to gather these people who meet the requirements and then kill them in unison."

These thoughts flashed through Li Wuyou's heart, and his eyes began to flash.

"It's best, you can get these nine hundred and ninety-nine corpses by the way."

"To die so many people at once?"

"It's a bit troublesome."

While thinking, Li Wuyou leaned against the seat and frowned.

For a moment, he couldn't find a very simple and effective way.

"The leader."

"Sectors have a letter to report something."

Just as Li Wuyou racked his brains to think about his methods, outside the door, the third elder's somewhat nervous and solemn voice came.

Li Wuyou raised his eyebrows and said,

“Come in and talk.”

"yes."

As the door of the house was pushed open with a creaking sound, Lu Zhongyun quickly walked to Li Wuyou, and then hurriedly handed over a letter.

At the same time, he said nervously,

"The leader, something happened in Jiangnan. Recently, there are remnants of the Blood Demon Sect that year, and they are in trouble."

"Blood Demon Cult?"

When Li Wuyou heard this, his pupils suddenly contracted.

He seemed to have thought of a solution.

If the Demon Sect appears, will there be a battle between the right and the demons?
Chapter completed!