Shanfeng City, one of the gateways of the north of the God of Fufeng.

Over the past few years, the southeastern expedition of the Supreme Demon Kingdom sent Yinwujiu to command the army and launched a full-scale attack on the Fufeng Divine Dynasty. Shanfeng City was the first to be attacked by Yinwushuang's vanguard army, with extremely heavy casualties.

If Yin Wushuang hadn't suddenly led the army to Wuguo to cause trouble, with his offensive strength, Shanfeng City would have been destroyed in more than a month.

Wu Tie, who had changed into a long burlap robe and made a sour and corrupted Wensheng costume, carried a small package and an oil-paper umbrella, and trotted all the way to the outside of Shanfeng City.

The sky was drizzling, and the plains north of Shanfeng City had already been messed up by years of fierce battles. The black and red ground was barely grass growing, and the rain made the ground muddy, and a faint smell of blood and rotten smell floated in the air.

After years of fierce battle, God knows how many lives the Yinwushuang vanguard army lost under the city. The bodies of the soldiers who died in battle have been activated, but their blood has soaked the earth.

Stepping on the thick mud, Wu Tie mixed among a group of fleeing people and stood outside the dilapidated gate of Shanfeng City.

A group of tall and large-scale physical men shouted loudly, carrying a gate that was more than ten feet high, five or six feet wide, and three feet thick, slowly walked over from the city with an alloy lever as thick as a bowl.

Dozens of strong men waved their hammers and smashed the broken city gate from the city wall bit by bit. There were skilled weapon refiners and formation masters busy on the city gate, strengthening the city wall where the city gate was located, outlining the formation, and resetting the door shaft and other objects.

Dozens of soldiers with thin faces, covered in blood, ragged clothes and armor, and gaps on the blades of weapons stood outside the door, shouting loudly at the refugees coming.

"Don't be messy, don't be messy, everyone goes here to register."

"Only by reporting your identity and registering your cultivation level, and receiving your identity card can you enter the city."

"The ugly thing is ahead. If there is a demon cub who wants to sneak into the city, get out of here."

"If the identity of the demon cub spy is found in the city, it will be hard for you to die!"

Next to the main entrance that was busy renovating, under a broken gap in the city wall, dozens of officials in green hats sat behind a row of wooden tables, and large groups of refugees gathered in front of the wooden tables, shouting loudly.

A brass mirror with a faint light flashed with a light of inspiration was suspended on the gap in the city wall. The mirror was as bright as the moon, constantly sweeping across the wooden table and loudly reporting the refugees who knew their identity.

Under the light of the mirror, various colors of light flashed from time to time on these refugees.

Wu Tie lined up in the crowd. With his cultivation level, it should be not difficult for him to sneak into the city by hiding these small officials and the soldiers at the gate of the city.

But Wu Tie keenly realized that in Shanfeng City, there was a breath that made him feel a faint threat.

The aura was vast, thick, and as fierce as the scorching sun. It was not the aura of a creature, but a kind of spiritual treasure fluctuation generated by the world. Moreover, this fluctuation was faintly connected with everyone in Shanfeng City, guarding the entire city.

If you can persist for so long under the crazy attack of the Supreme Demon Kingdom, Shanfeng City, or Fufeng Divine Dynasty, of course, has their trump card.

There is still a large formation of torchs and fires in the Sui Dynasty, and Wu Tie dares not underestimate the foundation of the Fufeng Divine Dynasty.

So Wu Tie calmly restrained his breath, accompanied him as a refugee, mixed in the crowd, and lined up to the wooden table step by step.

I just listened to the identities and origins reported by many refugees. These refugees were lucky enough to escape from the north of Shanfeng City, a Zhouzhizhong who was washed away by the army of the Demon Kingdom.

Wu Tie also remembered several place names, and with his huge spiritual power, he learned the dialects of these refugees in a very short time.

He casually fabricated the origin of a casual cultivator family for himself, and slightly released a trace of Buddhist aura.

In the treasure mirror hanging from the gap in the city wall, a warm golden light flashed across Wu Tie's body.

The minor official who was copying Wu Tie's origin report suddenly raised his head and took a deep look at Wu Tie: "Buddhist martial arts?"

Wu Tie bowed to the little official and said calmly: "By luck, I obtained a Buddhist scripture in the deep mountains and had some cultivation."

The identity waist cards distributed to other refugees were all made of Tiemu. However, after hearing Wu Tie admit that he had practiced Buddhist techniques, the minor official who gave him the information of becoming a throne took out a bronze waist card, pinched the sealing hand, and printed the word "Wu Tie" on the bronze medal.

He handed the bronze medal to Wu Tie, and a very slight smile appeared on the numb and stiff face of the slight official: "The Buddhist technique and the cultivation level of the Fetal Treasure Realm are very good... Shanfeng City needs someone like you."

"If you have no life, or want to avenge your relatives, consider it."

"In the face of national crisis, the risk of the city defense force is extremely high, but the salary is extremely high. As long as you make contributions, you must send out excellent elixirs to help you cultivate thousands of miles a day. It is not difficult."

Wu Tie took the bronze medal, and saw the clerk not speaking, and walked towards the gap in the city wall that entered the city without saying a word.

The little official turned around again and looked at Wu Tie and said in a deep voice: "Remember, after entering the city, you outsiders can only live in refugee camps in the northeast corner. If you walk around and get caught, you will not be charged with being punished for spies in the demon country."

"At the time of national crisis, you think you are a good man... It may be a good way to join the army."

Shaking his head, the little official turned around and looked at the men who were squeezing up behind Wu Tie.

He said in a deep voice: "If the war is unfavorable, you will be forced to recruit. The soldiers who are just forced to recruit will be treated not as good as heroes who voluntarily join the army."

Wu Tie weighed the bronze medal with a faint fluctuation of mana in his hand, and said without looking back: "I know, thank you, sir, I will consider it... I'm surprised, is the war really bad for us?"

This little official and several colleagues around him all heard Wu Tie's words.

They grinned at the same time, and started to laugh bitterly silently.

Shaking their heads, they continued to devote themselves to the intense work. There were more and more refugees queuing up, and there were still more refugee teams rushing towards the mountain wind city.

"The world is difficult." When Wu Tie entered the city, he stood by the gap in the city wall and kept looking at the refugees in the city. One of the big man with one arm was whispering in a low voice.

In Shanfeng City, soldiers patrol the streets and alleys.

Foreign refugees like Wu Tie have auxiliary soldiers supervising them not to walk around, but gathered in the northeast corner of Shanfeng City along a specially marked avenue.

This place was originally a large and active house, but the war razed it to the ground.
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