Xu Yichen stayed in the only gap, watching the demons dance like a wave of unjust souls spreading like a tide.

Maybe these unjust souls are the people of the Peacock Kingdom who died tragically at the border back then, but for hundreds of years, influenced by the resentment of the last Peacock King before his death, these souls who were once innocent or kind have completely become monsters addicted to resentment.

They can't remember what they looked like, they can't remember their names, the appearance of their homeland, the appearance of their lovers, and the flowers that bloomed on the fertile land.

All the memories are kept in the last moment of his life, which was an endless wall, and behind him were the monstrous pursuers, and their king pleaded with the soldiers of the Tang State to open that gate, which was the only way to live.

But they were rejected, symbolizing that the door of life had not been opened, and the fire that fell from heaven brought them together completely.

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

The city walls and gates have a different meaning for these unjust souls, and when Wangxiang Castle was being built, the priests in charge of overseeing the work added the ashes of the warrior monks of the Shadow Entanglement Temple.

and used the unique knowledge of feng shui of the monks to design such a cage that could completely trap the unjust souls, and all of this, Lord Li, the first city lord, was kept in the dark.

From the very beginning, Wangxiang City was a prison cage, and most of the residents here were poor people from the frontier who had been relocated, and criminals from all over the country, even Lord Li's family had lost power in the court and were relegated here.

The meaning of Wangxiang City is to say that 'Yama' bows down to worship the hometown, not the Song people's hometown from afar, and the residents of the city are just the victims of the eternal night.

Long before the Song Empire was on the verge of collapse due to the pressures around it, Wangxiang City had already begun to be built, and it was the most cost-effective way to deal with it for those in power.

For decades, three generations of the old, middle and young generations have been trapped in this ghost-infested cage, living a precarious life in black and white.

At the same time, it also kept 'Yama' in a state of suppression, and the boundless resentment and hunger made 'Yama''s power drop to the lowest point.

The generals who were responsible for suppressing it also became weaker and weaker with age, and during the Tang Dynasty, the generals could occasionally go home to see while suppressing Yama.

In the era of the Song Empire, he couldn't even get out of the Shadow Entanglement Temple, and after moving to Wangxiang City, the old monk couldn't leave the 'Yama' for half a step, otherwise there would be a crack in the seal.

The general sat beside Yama, guarding it, looking at it, waiting for him to die of old age, or for his resentment to dissipate first, and this sat for decades.

At this time, the city wall that had imprisoned 'Yama' for decades finally cracked due to the blasting of the green skin, and these unjust souls who were about to go crazy with hunger also felt the peak popularity outside the city wall!

They need fresh, unsuspecting creatures to suck popularity!

There are too few people in Wangxiang City, although they are their favorite Tang people, but those people have been tempered by time, they are all seasoned survivors, and it is difficult for them to have a good time!

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

They want to give back their despair and resentment to each other.

Then, the head of the wronged soul saw a black-haired and black-eyed Tang man standing in front of it.

It starts with you!

The soul's already blurred facial features were combined into a hideous expression, as if celebrating their good fortune.

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

"Poof!"

The only remaining intellect of the unjust soul could understand how a mortal's weapon could inflict damage on itself, but the companion behind it was already pushing its corpse forward.

The Demon Hunter's sword swept left and right, and the weightless bodies of those unjust souls were simply the best targets, and it didn't take a few seconds for the hacked guy to dissipate, turning into a wisp of black smoke, leaving only a few grains of black sand in place.

Dead souls will not leave corpses, and it will not affect the killing efficiency of demon hunters, like the last time he killed insects in the mission space, Xu Yichen often needed to change positions to prevent the insects from using corpses to build steps.

Thousands of troops bravely entered the single-plank bridge, which is probably the current situation of the unjust souls, there is only one passage to the outside world, which is blocked by Xu Yichen.

At most, he could only run parallel to three or four souls at a time, which was not enough for him to clean up with one sword.

It's just that the mighty team of unjust souls almost filled Xu Yichen's line of sight, and the unjust souls seemed to be a little afraid of the city wall, unwilling to get close to the city wall, and spread all the way along the main street backwards, boundless!

Unaffected by the physical structure, the Demon Hunter couldn't see how many unjust spirits were hiding in the ruins of the building, and he estimated that there might be no less than 100,000 people gathered here.

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

In less than a quarter of an hour, a small pile of sand was formed, seeping down the cracks in the collapsed city wall, staining the slopes on the inner side of the city wall black!

On the city wall, the female warrior finally aimed at the approximate location of the pip brother with the assistance of the ranger, because the distance was too far, Ji Wanbing had to calculate the thrust of the gunpowder and the curvature of the cannonball to complete this ultra-long-range shelling.

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

Vittoria, who was of extraordinary strength, easily held the cannon, and her strong body was enough to counteract the recoil generated when the cannon was fired, making the accuracy of this attack somewhat more accurate.

"Are you ready?" The ranger tapped on the samurai's helmet, received an affirmative answer, and then lit the arquebus of the cannon: "Quick, raise thirty-two degrees, fifteen degrees north!" ”

The ranger looked intently at the movement route of the pip brother in the distance: "Two more degrees to the north, move slowly, maintain the current hand speed, three, two, one!" ”

"Boom!" The overloaded cannon in the samurai's hand let out a roar, and the solid cannonball flew towards the greenskin camp with a huge amount of momentum.

"Did you hit?" The tall body of the female warrior stood on the city wall like a target, staring at the flying cannonball in the distance: "I feel that this cannon feels good, it should be stable." ”