Sun Xiang and Huang Mao continued along the provincial road, and by noon, they were already approaching the outskirts of Songhe City. Along the line, civilians can already be seen working in the fields on both sides.

In a short time, two or three waves of civilians of about 100 people walked head-on. They were dressed in tatters, carrying farm tools, smelling all over their bodies, and looking very sluggish. Several low-level cultivators dressed in gray were pressing in front and behind the line. It's not so much about guarding against demons as it is about guarding against these civilians.

Seeing the yellow-haired vehicle, the cultivator led by him took a brief look and did not stop him.

Although it is not as close as Binhai to the front line against the demon clan, it is relatively close, and it stands to reason that it is impossible to be so lax. In the suburbs of the coast, a team of 100 people will have at least three military vehicles of the city defense army to suppress the formation, and the cultivators who lead the team must be even stronger.

Otherwise, the demons that infiltrate in front of you may cause heavy losses.

On the Songhe side, on the one hand, he didn't care about the safety of the lives of civilians, and on the other hand, under the command of the city lord Tu Peng, there were nearly a thousand cultivators above the strength of the blue cloth, and there were countless cultivators of ordinary strength.

This was the number of cultivators who could make Yu Xiaoyue go crazy with jealousy, so Tu Peng could do many things that Binhai didn't dare to imagine.

Sun Xiang raised his eyes and looked into the distance, and he noticed that whether it was in the fields, among the trees, or in the mountains farther away. From time to time, cultivators can be seen jumping up and patrolling. The patrol of these practitioners was led by one Tsing Yi and coordinated by at least four Blue Yi.

Because they are all powerful cultivators, there are no ordinary soldiers with flesh feet to drag them down. So these patrols don't need vehicles, and they're extremely fast. If you find a trace of a demon on the route, you will kill it on the spot. If they are defeated, the nearest patrol will immediately come to their aid.

There are nearly a thousand high-level cultivators in Songhe City, and they have to kneel when they are waiting for the idle demon to come. So they cleaned up the area around Songhe.

There are too many advantages of this kind of city defense force composed purely of cultivators, such as fast speed, strong defense, high attack power, and not afraid of injury - minor injuries can be recovered in a few days. Moreover, almost every practitioner is an all-rounder, able to deal with all kinds of strange situations in the Reiki era.

Therefore, Tu Peng, the lord of Songhe City, firmly controlled a large area around him, and he didn't have to worry about the demon clan wandering in the wild at all. Tu Peng can calmly carry out field production. Not only agriculture, Sun Xiang even saw smoke coming from the chimneys of several factories. In this chaotic era, Songhe has actually resumed some industrial production.

But all this is not without a price. Nearly a thousand high-level cultivators worked hard for Tu Peng, not because he was a true son of heaven or worthy of virtue, but because he gave enough benefits. You must know the preciousness of cultivators in this era, a cultivator with the strength of Tsing Yi can be at the top of any small city he joins.

And they would rather give up such a position and come to Songhe City to willingly do the work of low-level miscellaneous soldiers such as field patrols. One can imagine how much benefit Tu Peng gave them.

With so many cultivators gathered in Songhe, the supplies needed were even more massive. Don't think that cultivators rely on true elements for combat and don't need logistical supplies of guns and ammunition.

In fact, the logistical requirements for practitioners are even higher.

Their weapons, spiritual treasures, medicines, and even various spiritual power materials to assist in cultivation were all money, and they were much more expensive than the soldiers' munitions.

Even if there were so many cultivators in Binhai, they wouldn't be able to afford it now. Tu Peng, the city lord of Songhe, was able to do this, in addition to the hot sale of the special spiritual material refining yellow, it was more based on the bloody exploitation of the civilians of Songhe.

Songhe, a city of 5 million people, was demolished and rebuilt.

In addition to a few offices of the City Lord's Mansion, there are only a few hundred luxury villas and estates. These manors are carved beams and painted buildings, pavilions and pavilions, which are pleasing to the eye, and have the style of Wei and Jin relics.

These manors had all been rewarded by Tu Peng to his loyal subordinates, which was an important means for him to win over powerful cultivators. In a huge city, there is not a place for civilians to live.

"Guess where the remaining millions of civilians live?"

"Outside the city?" Sun Xiang asked.

"In the sewers. Yellow Fur sighed and revealed the answer.

The city lord Tu Peng established a hierarchical society in Songhe City, where cultivators and ordinary people were divided into two worlds that were incompatible, heaven and earth.

The most criticized class division in modern society has developed to the extreme in Songhe. Unclothed civilians huddled in the stinking water of the sewers, looking up through the gaps in the drainage covers, could see the cultivators' feet stepping over their heads.

All of the above are from the small talk of the driver Huang Mao along the way. When they approached the Songhe City Gate, the two saw stakes more than ten meters high erected on both sides of the road. Each has a corpse pierced on top. Like a street lamp, it stretches all the way forward.

The spike penetrates through the lower body of the corpse, relying on the body's own weight, and will slowly penetrate the entire body within two or three days, and finally protrude from the tip of the mouth.

In the process, the inmate will experience unspeakable suffering.

Most of the corpses worn on the top of the stakes had been dried in the scorching sun. But on the face of the dried corpse, you can still see the distorted facial features, like the evil ghosts of hell.

A little cold sweat oozed from Huang Mao's face, not because of these tragically dead corpses, but because of Sun Xiang next to him. He felt that some kind of violent force was stirring in the big man's body.

"Grandpa, calm down. Huang Mao persuaded under tremendous pressure, he was really worried that Sun Xiang would go berserk in the next second, "When I came here before, I didn't have these...... Don't get excited, I'll ask about the situation. ”

As a carefree practitioner, Huang Mao was equally indignant at Matsukawa's brutal execution of civilians. But as a businessman, he is here to do business, not to administer justice. In order to get the entrusted goods, he was almost empty. He didn't want Sun Xiang to fight in a rage, then his investment would be all wasted.

It's a big deal that I won't come to Songhe after this ticket, it's too infiltrating, there are at least a few thousand corpses along the way. Isn't the city lord Tu Peng afraid of making resentful spirits?

At this time, they were already close to the city gate, where three cultivators were guarding. Unlike the guards of other cities, they are beautifully dressed, and all kinds of accessories are faintly flowing, and what they wear is extraordinary.

One of them was like a leader, and a string of warm-colored jade beads hung from his belt, and Sun Xiang looked at him more.

Perhaps noticing Sun Xiang's gaze, the leader made a look, and the other two walked towards the yellow-haired jeep.

"Grandpa, in short, calm down, someone is here. Huang Mao persuaded bitterly.

Master Sun grinned: "I'm fine, don't worry." ”

This smile made Huang Mao panic, and he always felt that something big would happen.

There was nothing wrong with his guess. Because when the head of Sun Da really made up his mind to massacre, he was all smiling.

The powerful guards who came up stood in front of the windows of the two people, one on the left and one on the right. Huang Mao let go of the steering wheel and spread out his hands, gathering a red spiritual fire at his fingertips.

Huang Mao's work is a way to show his identity as a practitioner. There are many people who are proficient in the art of breathing, and are often mistaken for ordinary people. Sometimes you need to show your identity as a practitioner to avoid causing trouble.

For example, in this Songhe City, only cultivators are allowed to walk in the open.

The guard looked at the spiritual fire in Huang Mao's hand and nodded. The color of the spiritual fire can roughly reflect the strength of the cultivator. The yellow-haired spiritual fire is red and yellow with a slight hint of green, and he is a good hand.

The guard lowered his guard and asked politely, "Why did my friend come to Songhe?" ”

The yellow-haired hippie made a gesture of counting money with a smile on his face, and the guard understood that this was a traveling merchant. Theoretically, the Ocene would crack down on all the traveling merchants, and all the city lords would have to cooperate, but most cities would turn a blind eye at all.

"Is there anything good?" asked the guard eagerly.

"Are you sure you buy it here?" said Huang Mao with a smile, "three times out of the city." ”

"Hush. The guards didn't want to spend money in vain, "Are you going out at night? ”

Huang Mao pointed at the guard: "I remember your face, if you don't come at night, I'll come here tomorrow to trouble you." ”

The two laughed and high-fived each other. Huang Mao is really a profiteer with all sides.

Sun Xiang's exchange here is not friendly.

The guard who examined him was armed with a heavy sword of pure black and gold, and his limbs were stubby and powerful. Seeing that Sun Xiang didn't light up the spiritual fire like yellow hair, he clasped his hands and didn't say a word anyway. This heavy sword guard released his divine thoughts, but he didn't feel Sun Xiang's strength at all, he was unhappy in his heart, and said coldly:

"It's a practitioner, please show your identity. If it's a pariah, get down!"

In the end, the three words "get down" are already scareless.

Sun Xiang was unmoved, and glanced at him lightly. After a while, he spoke: "It's not easy to show your identity." I'm afraid that if I light up a little, your life will be gone. ”

The heavy sword guard was already in a bad temper, and when he heard such an arrogant provocation, he laughed angrily: "Boy, it's ridiculous that you haven't seen the world when you step on a horse, do you think this Songhe City is your poor ravine?"

The unique treatment of Songhe City attracted a large number of cultivators, and many of them were once the top local powerhouses, so it was inevitable that they would be arrogant.

They all thought that they were once in a thousand years cultivation geniuses, until they were slapped in the face by reality.

The heavy sword guards regarded Sun Xiang as this kind of cultivator who had just come out of a small place and didn't know the height of the sky.

At that moment he raised his heavy sword and spun it in a circle with one hand. This heavy sword of his, the Xuanjin veins are mixed with Xuanjin veins, and it is tempered with nine miles of cold ice. But in terms of weight, there are thousands of pounds. But he can hold it in one hand, and even hold a light sword sword. This kind of strength is by no means idle.

And as his momentum climbed, the body of the heavy sword's door-like sword shook with a corrugated cyan aura. The yellow hair was still separated by Sun Xiang, and he felt that the cold hair on his whole body stood upright.

With such power alone, even in Tsing Yi, this heavy sword guard is also a top skill.

"Poor Ravine ......"

Sun Xiang thought of all kinds of coastal areas, thought of the civilians in the coastal area, poor and lively, and couldn't help but sigh: "It's indeed a poor ravine......

The Sky Slashing Sword strikes instantly!

"Be careful!"

The leading cultivator who had been standing in place shouted that it was not good, and the jade bead on his waist shot out.

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