Xu Yichen stood in the only gap, watching the evil souls like demons dancing around spreading like tides.

Perhaps these unjust souls were all the people of the Peacock Kingdom who died tragically on the border back then, but for hundreds of years, they have been influenced by the resentment of the last Peacock King before his death. These souls, which may have been innocent or kind, have completely become monsters that are addicted to resentment.

They can no longer remember their appearance back then, nor their names, the style of their homeland, the appearance of their lovers, and the flowers blooming on the fertile land.

All memories are preserved at the last moment of life. It was an endless city wall, and behind them were monster-like pursuers. Their king begged the soldiers of the Tang Kingdom in front to open the gate, which was the only way to live.

But they were rejected, and the door that symbolized life had not been opened, and the fire falling from the sky completely condensed them together.

The Peacock Kingdom no longer exists, they are the last remnants of the Peacock Kingdom.

The city walls and gates have a different meaning to these unjust souls. When Wangxiangcheng was building a city, the alchemist who was in charge of supervising the worker added the ashes of the monks of Yingchan Temple.

Using the unique Feng Shui knowledge of alchemists, he designed such a cage that can completely trap the souls of wronged people, and all of this was kept in the dark by Lord Li, the first city lord.

From the beginning, Wangxiangcheng was a cage, and most of the residents here were migrated from the border poor. Criminals from all over the country, even Lord Li's family, were demoted here.

The meaning of looking at the hometown in the town is to say that the hometown in the town where Yan Mo kneels down, rather than the hometown in the Song people looking at their hometown from afar. The residents in the city are just what Yongye says, and they are all victims.

Before the Song Empire was on the verge of collapse due to surrounding pressure, Wangxiangcheng had already started to be built. This is the most cost-effective way to deal with the people in power.

This method has made the residents of Wangxiangcheng City suffer. For decades, three generations of old, middle-aged and young have been trapped in this cage of ghosts and living a life of black and white that is inconsistent.

At the same time, it also allowed "Yanmo" to be suppressed. The boundless resentment and hunger made the power of "Yanmo" drop to the lowest point.

The generals responsible for suppressing it also became weaker and weaker as they grew older. During the Tang Dynasty, while the generals suppressed Yan Mo, they could also occasionally go home to check out.

In the Song Empire era, he could not even get out of Yingchan Temple. After moving to Wangxiang City, the old monk could not leave the "Yan Mo", otherwise cracks would appear in the seal.

The general sat next to "Yanmo", guarding it, looking at it, waiting for him to die, or its resentment dissipated first, and this sitting lasted for decades.

At this time, the city wall that had been imprisoned for decades finally had cracks due to the blast of green skin. These evil spirits who were almost hungry also felt the prosperous popularity outside the city wall!

They need fresh, unprepared creatures to attract popularity!

There are too few people in Wangxiang. Although they are their favorite Tang people, those people have been trained by time and are experienced survivors. They are hard to eat!

Only the people outside are the best food. As long as they can eat it happily, they can cross the ocean and return to the cursed empire.

They want to return all their despair and resentment to each other.

Then, the head-on soul saw a dark-haired and dark-eyed Tangren blocking it.

It starts with you!

The facial features of the wronged soul, which had long been blurred, formed a ferocious expression, as if celebrating his good luck.

Xu Yichen also smiled and watched his prey come to the door enthusiastically. The big sword in his hand didn't even move, and stretched straight in front of his chest.

"Puff!"

The remaining intelligence of the wronged soul cannot understand, how could the mortal weapon cause harm to itself, but the companions behind it were already pushing its corpse and continuing to move forward.

The great sword of the Demon Hunter swept left and right, and those bodies of unjust souls with no weight were simply the best targets. The guy who was hacked to death would dissipate in a few seconds, turning into a wisp of black smoke, leaving only a few grains of black fine sand in place.

The dead souls will not leave corpses, and will not affect the killing efficiency of the demon hunter. For example, when I killed insects in the mission space last time, Xu Yichen often needed to change positions to prevent the insects from building stairs with their bodies.

Thousands of troops bravely breaking into the single-plank bridge is probably the current situation of the wronged soul. There is only one passage to the outside world, which is blocked by Xu Yichen.

Each time, there can only be three to four unjust souls in parallel, which is not enough for him to deal with it with one sword.

However, the vast team of unjust souls almost filled Xu Yichen's sight. The unjust souls seemed to be a little afraid of the city wall and were unwilling to get close to the city wall. They spread along the main street, endlessly!

Because he is not affected by physical buildings, the demon hunter cannot see how many evil spirits are hiding in the ruins of the buildings. He estimates that there may be no less than 100,000 people gathered here.

Xu Yichen felt that he had taken on a big job and worked harder.

The fine black sand left after the soul of the wronged disappeared was small. In less than a quarter of an hour, a small pile of sand formed, which penetrated downward along the cracks of the collapsed city wall, dyeing the slopes on the inner side of the city wall black!

On the city wall, the samurai finally aimed at the approximate position of Brother Dot with the help of Ranger. Because the distance was too far, Ji Wanbing had to calculate the thrust of the gunpowder and the curvature of the shells to complete this ultra-long range shell bombardment.

However, given the artillery and gunpowder technology, the possibility of this thing hitting the target is infinitely small, and it is more of a fun game.

Vitoria, who was extraordinary, easily held the cannon, and her strong body allowed her to offset the recoil generated when the cannon was fired, which increased the accuracy of this attack by a little.

"Are you ready?" The Ranger knocked on the female warrior's helmet, got a positive answer, and then lit the cannon's fuse: "Quick, raise thirty-two degrees, and fifteen degrees northward!"

The Ranger looked at the moving route of Dotzi in the distance: "Another northward, move slowly, maintain the current hand speed, three, two, one!"

"Boom!" The overloaded cannon in the female warrior let out an roar, and the solid shells flew towards the Green Skin camp with huge potential energy.

"Did you hit it?" The samurai's tall body stood on the city wall like a target, looking at the flying shells in the distance: "I feel that this gun feels good, it should be stable."
Chapter completed!