There is a wasteland about seventy miles southeast of Xiongju, and here is the Garuk River. The Tucheng rises abruptly in this wasteland, and it feels awkward no matter how you look at it.

Tucheng is the common name, but people living in Tucheng don’t call it that. They call Tucheng the ‘dead city’!

The actual controller of the Dead City is called Liu Keyong. He is thirty-three years old this year. He is a survivor of the last round of Autumn Hunting. He was able to survive in the last round of hunting except because of his luck.

In addition to being really good, his own strength should not be underestimated.

Liu Keyong is a martial artist who is good at both internal and external skills. He is very good at both soft and hard skills. But a martial arts master like him is actually a scumbag when it comes to cultivators!

Liu Keyong came to Tucheng when he was fifteen years old. He spent eighteen years in Tucheng. He had experienced the previous round of hunting, and he knew the hunting better than most people in the city.

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At the Purana Shrine in Tucheng, Liu Keyong was kneeling on the ground. Standing in front of him was a thin monk. The monk was tall, wearing an earth-yellow earthen cloth cassock, and holding an iron rod as thick as a child's arm.

, there is an eight or nine-inch long scar on his face, which diagonally divides his face into two parts. One side is blue-black, and the other side is normal flesh color. This makes the image of this great monk's entire face very different.

The outside is ferocious.

Behind Liu Keyong, there were more than a dozen young and strong men and women kneeling. Like Liu Keyong, they were all extremely pious.

This is the actual management class of the so-called Tucheng, the seventeen generals of the dead city.

Master Kongjue (the great monk) looked at Liu Keyong, who was prostrate on the ground, and the senior officials of the dead city behind him. He felt neither sadness nor joy. Tomorrow was their end. Tomorrow, all the people in this city were about to face a crisis.

A shocking catastrophe.

All the people in this city, men and women, young and old, have to face a hopeless bloody battle. The earth city with millions of people will be slaughtered in this catastrophe, leaving this earth city with no hope.

The city has truly become a dead city!

"The door to the Shura Hell is about to open. Those demon cubs will arrive at dawn tomorrow. All donors, please get up. Life is just a distance from afternoon to dusk. When the tea is cold, there is no need to be persistent. Everyone, do your best and live in peace with your destiny."

Master Kongjue said softly.

Liu Keyong raised his head: "Master, I have no control over my destiny! Is it our own original sin to be born as a villager? Why are we the same people, some are born with wealth, fame and fortune. Some are born with fame and wealth.

When we come down, we have to work hard for three meals a day? And the villagers have to face this kind of unprovoked killing. Why is this? I don’t believe in past lives, nor do I look forward to the next life, nor do I believe in reincarnation! I am not willing to die in this life.

Such a tragic death..."

"Even if I committed the crime of murder in the first place, my child is still in his infancy and can't speak yet. What sin does he have?" Liu Ke asked in a sad voice.

Master Kongjue did not answer. He was used to seeing life and death. What kind of tragedy had not happened in Tucheng? Being born as a villager was an original sin in itself, and he had long looked down upon it.

In fact, like Liu Keyong, he was filled with sadness as he faced the upcoming Autumn Hunting Festival tomorrow.

"What you said earlier, 'My fate is up to me!' is very good, but praying to God and praying to Buddha cannot save your child's life. If you want to survive tomorrow's Autumn Hunting Festival, I want to hear

When your son calls you daddy, he must hold on to the sword and gun in his hand, fight hard, fight for his life, and find a way out!" came a sudden voice.

Several cultivators suddenly appeared in the sky above the Purana Shrine. This was said by one of the young cultivators.

This young monk is naturally Yuan Zhen.

"Demon bastard!" A young man who was kneeling on the ground suddenly stood up from the ground. With a wild goose feather sword, he brought out a ray of light and rushed towards the young monk who was still in mid-air like lightning.

Yuan Zhen and the others were seven or eight meters above the ground. This young man's light-weight skills were amazing. He was able to reach this height with just one move. The sword's light was sharp and the blade's cold light flickered uncertainly. This guy turned out to be a master of the family.

However, this martial arts master was still not enough to see in front of Yuan Zhen. With just one look, an inexplicable force of heaven and earth restrained the young man's whole body, making him unable to move. The young man felt as if he was out of control.

The whole body was thrown high, and then fell heavily from the air with a bang.

Liu Ke looked coldly at the midair, where five young monks were looking down at them with their spiritual wings spread out, and behind them there was a strange-looking puppet machine. His breathing became short, and the veins on his arms were exposed, gathering momentum.

Ready to go.

Five young monks guarded the cart puppet, fell from the sky, and landed in front of everyone.

"Sir, doesn't the autumn hunt start tomorrow?" Liu Keyong tried his best to control his emotions. He was extremely nervous.

The door of the car opened, and two cultivators, one tall and one short, walked out.

"Brother Wang, thank you for your great help this time. Xiao Yi will keep this feeling in mind. If there are any instructions in the future, our brothers will let Brother Wang run around." The short cultivator said loudly to the tall cultivator,

The short cultivator, if you look closely, turns out to be just a boy in his teens.

The tall young monk was extremely respectful to the short young monk.

"Young Master Ding, this is the Tucheng of Kailuchuan.

, Tomorrow's grand ceremony, we will come again to observe Master Ding's style, so I will take my leave first." Wang Shijie clasped his fists at Ding Yi, then saluted the others, jumped lightly, and transformed into a black spiritual wing, dancing gracefully

leave.

All the muscles in Liu Ke's body were tense, and everyone behind him stood up, holding the weapons in their hands tightly, staring at the six young monks who had suddenly arrived like hungry wolves.

"Boss Xie, do you say it or should I say it?" Ding Yi asked Xie Feidao.

Xie Fei pursed his lips and made a gesture of invitation.

Ding Yi stopped being polite and stepped out.

"We are cultivators from the Liuhua Continent, which you people from the Tianyuan Continent look down upon. We came to Qianlu River just for a task, the task of guarding Tucheng! This matter can only be done by those of us who are stupid and have a lot of money in the subcontinent.

will do!

Many of you will think, are these fools from the subcontinent here to die with us? Let me tell you, you are wrong. Even if you all die, we will not die."

Liu Keyong's face flashed green and his eyes narrowed slightly. He was not here to listen to Ding Yi's entertainment.

"'It's better to rely on yourself than to seek help from others.' The original brother said it right. 'My destiny is not up to me.' If you want to survive, you mainly have to rely on yourself! And we are here to help you and deal with those people.

, to kill your cultivators."

"Many of you will think that you cultivators will not really help us fight. It is us villagers who will die. You are here just to witness our killing, and it is useless to the entire situation.

...Here, I want to tell you that we voluntarily jumped into this big fire pit that no one is optimistic about. We are not full of food, have nothing to do, are idle and bored, and come to you like a bird that does not lay eggs.

I’m a Jedi, come and see your jokes.”

"Qinglian Competition, some of you may have heard of it. The six of us are Liuhua Continent. The team that went to Tianjing this time, we are considered to be the best among the younger generation of cultivators. We made it through all the way.

You have no doubt about our strength until we reach the championship game. We are not here for vacation and leisure, but to save the millions of people in your city."

"Before coming to Gaolu River, I have obtained the consent of the head of the Xiongzhou Wang clan. This battle is a battle of your life and death, and it is also a battle of defense for your descendants. As long as you can survive, you, and you

The descendants of our descendants will no longer have the crisis of the Autumn Hunting Festival and the massacre of the city. Let me make this clear to you first, you are not fighting for us, you are fighting for yourself and your descendants!" Ding Yi first released this

good news.

Liu Keyong and others' breathing became a little rapid.

Ding Yi continued: "The team coming to attack the city is very powerful. They have a total of one hundred and seventy-six people, and there are as many as seventy-four cultivators above the spiritual level. Any one of them can easily defeat you."

The group of guys were reduced to rubbish... In the face of such a formidable enemy, you are still panic-stricken and can only pray to gods and worship Buddha. In my opinion, this is no different from praying for death. Instead of asking for help from gods, you should think carefully now.

How to face the fight tomorrow."

Liu Keyong suddenly asked: "The cultivators in the empire all belong to the same family. If you come here, who knows if you are working together to trap us and others."

Ding Yi glanced at Liu Keyong and said nothing. He walked directly to the car, opened the back cover of the car, and took out a storage bracelet.

After Ding Yi became a cultivator, he studied and practiced diligently every day. Although he was not a physical practitioner specializing in physical skills, his arms could lift a thousand kilograms of heavy objects. But this small storage bracelet, he

Taking it out of the car was extremely laborious.

After pouring out all the contents of the storage bracelet, the storage bracelet contained hundreds of weapons and tens of thousands of arrows.

Ding Yi repeated this action, walked back and forth several times, and took out several storage bracelets, which contained various weapons and iron tools.

"We can't do anything wrong. We should cooperate inside and outside for your sake. You really think of yourselves as some great people, bah!" Zhang Guozi said with a careless sneer.

Liu Keyong exchanged glances with the people behind him, and it was obvious that they still chose to believe in Ding Yi and his group.

Liu Keyong walked to Ding Yi and knelt down on his knees. A dozen men and women behind him also knelt down.

Ding Yi looked at Master Kongjue coldly. Among the villagers present, he was the only one still standing.

"I kneel before the gods and Buddhas, and before my ancestors. There is no reason to kneel down as a cultivator!" Master Kongjue said loudly.

Ding Yi said: "You have personality and I like it, so just stand by it."

Liu Keyong said: "We are willing to obey the orders of these adults. As long as we can save the people of Hecheng, we will be smashed to pieces."

Ding Yi said: "Okay, since you are all willing to believe me, we have to prepare hard. To be honest, the defense of your earth city is just a fake. If tomorrow comes, just rely on the current defense

, it is estimated that if the other party charges, you will all be finished."

Liu Keyong said: "Please show me, sir."

When they learned that Ding Yi and the others were really here to help them defend the city, these people felt as if they had fallen into the water and were about to drown.

When people see driftwood floating in front of their eyes, there is no reason not to hold on tightly.

Ding Yi briefly introduced themselves and asked Liu Keyong their names.

Then he ordered: "Rentuzi, I order you to find all the craftsmen in the city immediately. Huo Sanlang, you immediately lead 50,000 people out of the city and go to the jungle ten kilometers northwest of Tucheng. Zhang

Guozi, Lord Long Yan will coordinate with you to cut down the trees. Bring all the wood to me into the city. Monk Kongjue, you lead fifty thousand people and Lord Yuan Zhen will assist you. Your task is to demolish the house for me.

Don't be reluctant, this city is ruined, everyone is dead, what's the use of this house... Black lady, you gathered all the old, weak, women and children, now is not the time to pray to gods and Buddhas, nor is it the time to care about one family or one household.

When the time comes, organize everything for me..."
To be continued...