Gu Immortal, Gu Gu Gu Gu Gu Gu

On the ancient road of the Chu State, a thin figure sat on the back of a giant deer, uncovered the black scarf covering his face, and looked towards the caravan camp not far away.

"I just spent some time to go to the secret territory of Chu State and got rid of the twenty black-armored soldiers who were following me. How come the Merchant Alliance has already sent follow-up caravans into the grassland now?"

Wu Yun gained a lot from this trip. At the cost of sacrificing the blood of twenty teammates, he obtained the general's relics in the secret realm of the Chu State.

This thing is much more powerful than the magic tools of the existing Gu Master system. After all, in a sense, it is the guardian item of Zhenling General.

Just as Li Changsheng used Shang Miaoyin and Ye Tianyu to contain the Tomb-Suppressing General and obtain many cultural heritages of the Chu State, what Wu Yun obtained was also the only one in the world, and it was an offensive magic weapon, which could be called a divine weapon.

He originally wanted to bypass the caravan and continue deeper into the grassland, but finally decided to go near the caravan.

He has been in the underground mausoleum for some time and has missed a lot of intelligence. Perhaps he can find out about recent major events from the people in the caravan.

"Who are you?"

As we approached the camp, several figures appeared in the dark.

Wu Yun raised his eyebrows and keenly heard the woman's low sobs in the wind. Looking at the few people, he also smelled the fresh scent of human blood.

"After being underground for so long, I finally met a living person. I was thinking of greeting you politely, but now it seems that you beasts in human skin are going to die in an uneasy and undignified way."

The eyes exposed above the black veil suddenly emitted a bloodthirsty red light.

The caravan guard's face suddenly changed, horrified by the change in Wu Yun's breath, but before he could open his mouth, he suddenly felt his legs go cold.

Surprised, he immediately looked down.

The gray and red mist passed close to the ground, passing over the withered and yellow grass, and all living things were wiped out wherever it passed.

"Witchcraft! Who are you?"

The caravan guards cried out in fear; their legs, drained of blood, were unable to support their strong bodies.

As their bones broke, they fell to the ground one after another, uttering weak and terrified howls.

In a flash, they shrivelled up like human skin, clinging to the ground, as if even their souls had been swallowed up by the gray and red mist.

"It is indeed worthy of being the divine weapon of the Chu State's Tomb Guardian. Even though the country has been destroyed for a hundred years, its power over the underworld is still so useful."

The bloodthirsty light in Wu Yun's eyes became even more fanatical. He had fused this weapon with his own bloodline. This action was equivalent to sacrificing this magical weapon to complete the Wu family bloodline.

It can also be considered a kind of unconventional technique of raising poisons, which allows the power to act on the bloodline, and its effect will be even more terrifying.

But at the same time, Wu Yun's own value of existence will inevitably become a foil and vassal of this weapon.

If Li Changsheng saw Wu Yun's appearance at this moment, he would definitely run away with the money immediately.

The villain has embarked on the road to his own destiny!

If you don't leave now, when will you leave?

The shrill wails and shriveled bodies paved a path for Wu Yun to move freely in the camp and easily found the caravan owner who was curled up in the corner and trembling.

"Tell me everything that has happened on the grassland recently!"

Wu Yun put his hand on the other person's shoulder and removed the black veil from his face, revealing an angular, handsome and unruly face.

When the shopkeeper saw this scene, he became even more frightened because Wu Yun's smile was full of joy and excitement.

For him, killing seemed to be a kind of relaxation and enjoyment.

Half an hour later, Wu Yun left the camp, and the firelight lengthened his back.

His eyes, which had become cold and calm again, looked towards the heart of the grassland.

There, Jade Mountain rises high into the sky and is still clearly visible in the night.

"Snow Mountain Alliance, please do not let the Tuoba clan or some nobles of Yan State destroy you, otherwise where can I find such a perfect divine power structure?"

The giant deer took to the sky and it seemed to suddenly grow dark.

As Wu Yun took action, the sky over the grassland was gradually covered by dark clouds.

……

The Snow Mountain Alliance's annihilation campaign against the grassland forces is still ongoing, and the gradual reduction of the encirclement has brought tremendous pressure to the medium-sized clans trapped in it.

The powerful people of these clans gradually turned to extremes when they had no one to turn to and no news could be spread.

They indulged in dark desires, slaughtered innocent people, and lived in luxury, trying to enjoy a final carnival before destruction.

This behavior aroused dissatisfaction among some small clans that originally supported the medium-sized clans.

Undercurrents surge, and acts of assassination and revenge are unfolding in secret.

The loyal warriors of the Snow Mountain Alliance, who were the creators of the encirclement, showed indifference towards this.

They neither helped the middle-sized clans to suppress the small clans, nor did they lend a helping hand to the small clans, nor did they provide funding or assistance in private.

They are like gods overlooking the world, watching the suffering and sorrow in the world with cold eyes.

Master Yuan was deeply frightened by this. After witnessing the soldiers' indifference, he no longer mentioned to Chang Xiao the agreement to spare the woman and child.

"Under the divine authority, the warriors of the Snow Mountain Alliance are invincible, but their hearts have become corrupted, cold-blooded and cruel, like demons in the abyss."

Red Hair led the men of the Snow Mountain Clan to successively capture the bases of two medium-sized clans, becoming the only team with captives, which made them be looked down upon by the Snow Mountain Alliance.

The red-haired man's ideal that he could prove his righteousness through fighting was shattered, and he found that the number of people who supported him, both in the light and in the dark, was decreasing.

The elders who followed Red Hair put away the secret letter with Master Yuan, and found Red Hair with worry on their faces.

"Commander, perhaps we should not take these prisoners with us anymore. Not only does this increase the burden on the baggage train, but it also makes our soldiers look down upon by others."

The red-haired man looked at the elders in confusion, but when he thought of their continued support, he suppressed his doubts.

"The current value of these captives may be very low, but as long as we can send them to the Snow Mountain Alliance, we can deter the core clans of the alliance..."

However, before he could finish his words, an elder interrupted him.

"Commander, as far as we know, other forces on the grassland have infiltrated the encirclement and spread the news. Even the Yan State caravan knows about the atrocities of the Snow Mountain Alliance. I think the counterattack from the free forces on the grassland is not far away."

An elder followed what Yuan Hao had taught him and gave Red Hair a strong dose of medicine.

"What? Someone has made this public?"

The red-haired man's face turned pale instantly. This meant that the reputation of the small clan would be ruined, and he was also a member of the coalition. Who would believe that he did not participate in the massacre!

For a moment, he seemed to have lost his goal. He had once promised his people that he would lead them to glory, but now it seemed that this was nothing more than a wishful fantasy.