After entering the city gate, Mo Zhuoyu looked at everything in front of him, only to realize that he had imagined too beautifully.

Inside the city gate, there is no prosperous city as Mo Zhuoyu imagined.

Behind the tall and magnificent walls, there was only a barren land.

Countless shirtless men, who only covered their shame in straw skirts, were busy around the city wall.

As the beast moved forward, Mo Zhuoyu finally saw some long-lost green. Thin people, under the scorching sun, bothered to take care of their cherished plants in the field.

Mo Zhuoyu even saw that some people fell to the ground due to fatigue, but the crowd around them was still busy with their own things as if they hadn't seen it.

All this scene made Mo Zhuoyu a little flustered.

When Mo Zhuoyu's thoughts were confused, the riding beast had unconsciously arrived, a dirty street.

The muddy streets are lined with rows of low, dilapidated mud houses. The streets are scattered, in twos and threes, in a hurry.

The pedestrians here are closer in height and appearance to Mo Zhuoyu and the others, only the limbs seem to be more slender.

Mo Zhuoyu only remembered at this time that along the way, the people she saw working seemed to be more inclined to normal humans than the group of strong men around her.

But the people on the street, when they saw the return of this group of strong men, seemed to see some terrible beast, and they ran to both sides to avoid it.

Such a dodge proved sensible.

Because, the strong man and the others, until this time, did not have the slightest tendency to slow down the speed of the beast. The huge riding beast quickly rampaged through the streets.

Occasionally, one or two, who were a little sluggish, did not have time to dodge, and were instantly swept under the feet of the riding beast and trampled into minced meat.

The splash of blood made several monks who were accustomed to seeing blood feel slightly uncomfortable.

Not to mention, the moral that this act represents. At this time, several people already had a very bad premonition in their hearts.

Finally, in the anxious mood of everyone, the strong man and his party, riding the beast, came to a group of huge stone houses, and finally stopped at the square in the center of the street.

The neat streets, the majestic buildings, and the people who look very different from each other all show that these are almost two worlds different from the streets before.

The return of the strong man and his entourage quickly attracted people's attention. From time to time, a middle-aged man with a tall figure and a slightly old face led a group of people to greet him.

Seeing the middle-aged man and the returning strong men, they immediately got down from the riding beasts. Walk up and bow down.

Mo Zhuoyu couldn't understand what they were saying, only saw the middle-aged man say a few words to the strong men, and the strong men cheered one after another, and then saluted the middle-aged man again.

Subsequently, someone seemed to talk about Mo Zhuoyu and the others to the middle-aged man, because Mo Zhuoyu then saw that the middle-aged man looked over here.

His serious gaze, like a brush, looked Mo Zhuoyu and the others up and down several times.

Then, as if he had made a decision, he explained a few words to the strong man waiting in front of him.

After that, the crowd surrounded and moved away the meat of the giant beast that had been hunted back one by one.

Here, Mo Zhuoyu saw that the leader who brought them back waved his hand at the two strong men beside him.

The two men immediately stepped forward.

One person came to Yan Xing and the other three male cultivators, where they were riding beasts. stretched out his hand and unceremoniously dragged a few people to the ground. Then he acted rudely and ripped off all the clothes that were too gorgeous on several people. Gathered together in one place, respectfully presented to the leader beside him.

At this time, the male cultivators, who had lost their clothes, came back to their senses in disbelief.

The noble Yuanying Cultivators, it was unimaginable that such a rude thing could happen to them.

Although the Dusi Dalu is highly hierarchical, none of them who can cultivate to the Yuanying Cultivator has been talented since childhood. Except that before the age of ten, they did not detect the spiritual root and suffered some suffering, after embarking on the immortal path, they may have had all kinds of bitterness, but they have not suffered such humiliation.

The three male cultivators instantly let out a hoarse roar, and their faces turned red with anger and shame.

Two of them, the monks in the early stage of the Yuan Infant, couldn't help but rush towards the strong man.

However, the strong man didn't care about their emotions at all. With a heavy swing of his hand, he threw the two male cultivators who pounced on him to the ground.

The strong man seemed to be very dissatisfied with the outrageous behavior of the two, and after breaking the two apart, he was still very dissatisfied. With a displeased look on his face, he stepped forward, lifted his legs, and kept kicking at the two of them.

The two Yuanying cultivators, who did not have spiritual protection, were instantly kicked beyond recognition by his powerful force, and the blood flowed from their mouths, and they soon lost all the ability to struggle.

The brutal scene made Yan Xing's movements to get up slightly, and the expression on his face kept changing. Eventually, he bowed his head deeply, curled up, and remained motionless.

After coming over for a while, the opening of the leader here finally interrupted the strong man's behavior.

I saw that the strong man answered a few words, leaned over and picked up the three people on the ground, and quickly disappeared at the end of the street.

The encounter of the three male cultivators made Mo Zhuoyu and the others even more worried. They waited cautiously, fearing the same humiliation and abuse.

However, unexpectedly, everything that the two expected did not happen.

The leader gave a few orders to the other person, and the man stepped forward, picked up Mo Zhuoyu and the others, and walked towards a particularly large stone house next to the square.

He had long legs and fast feet, but in a few moments he came to the door of the stone house.

A tall, gray-haired, wrinkled old woman stood at the door and stopped him.

When the strong man saw the old woman, he bowed very respectfully. Then he pointed to Mo Zhuoyu and the two in his hand and said a few words to the old woman.

Hearing this, the old woman's eyelids, which had become a little collapsed because of her old age, lifted them slightly upward, and her cloudy eyes were on Mo Zhuoyu and the two of them, and after carefully patrolling for a while, she nodded slowly.

Seeing this, the strong man was overjoyed, and immediately put down Mo Zhuoyu and the others, and after saluting, he turned around and left.

The old woman said a few words to Mo Zhuoyu and the two, but Mo Zhuoyu and the two could only look at her with a confused face because of the language barrier, not knowing how to react.

Seeing this, the old woman frowned, beckoned, and after signaling the two to follow, she turned around and walked towards the stone house.

The stone house is unexpectedly large, and as soon as you enter the room, there is a very large hall.

In the hall, there were many poorly dressed women sitting densely, they were not as tall as the old women, but similar to the men who Mo Zhuoyu saw working outside.

When they saw someone coming in, they only glanced up, and then continued to lower their heads and get busy with the work at hand.

When the old woman took Mo Zhuoyu and the two of them through the crowd, Mo Zhuoyu saw clearly that the women in the hall were divided into several piles, each busy with different things.