At this time, the entire Holy City was under martial law, and countless Imperial City guards secretly guarded the main roads in the Holy City, and the seventh block was even more impassable.

It's just that the guards didn't enter the interior of the seventh block, and they all stood outside waiting for orders.

The Seventh Block is nothing special to the average Sanctuary residents and players, just one of the many neighborhoods.

But the vast majority of hero-level powerhouses know that the water in this block is very deep, even if you are at the top of the hero-level and mortal level, it is best to be a man with your tail between your legs in this block.

You must know that there are two true gods in the seventh block on the bright side, and as for the pseudo-gods and demigods, no one can figure out how many of them are calm under the water, and how many thousand years of Wang 80,000-year-old turtles have been lying underneath.

Duncan Sr. had retracted his vision before entering the Seventh Block, and had reverted back to his greasy old postman's appearance.

It's just that the many strong men who came to help behind him were still trembling, after all, the existence of a true god was standing in front of him, and even if it was a hero, they didn't dare to be disrespectful.

Regardless of the surface or the underground world, the existence of the true god cannot be directly offended, and the only ones who can look directly at the true god are the pseudo-gods who are also gods, and even the demigods need to retreat for three points.

Demigods are lucky enough to get godheads but have no specific godhood, they are much stronger than mortals, god-level bodies are almost immune to any attack of mortals, and only the top mortal powerhouses of the hero rank can be worthy of hurting their fur.

False gods have both godheads and partial priesthoods, I don't know how many demigods envy them, but this priesthood is mutilated and incomplete, such as the Holy Hammer Longbeard, he is an obvious representative of the false gods.

After completing the feat of killing the gods, the Holy Hammer Longbeard obtained the godhead and the position of half of the forging god, but this divine position is incomplete, the full name is "the forging god of the underground world", and all the forging activities on the surface have nothing to do with it, and he cannot interfere in it.

However, this is not to say that false gods are necessarily weaker than true gods, but their authority has certain limitations, and true gods can fully stimulate their own combat power at any time.

The hierarchy of mortals is relatively simple, ordinary - captain - elite - brave - hero.

These are just hero-level women and midwives who followed Duncan with their tails between their legs and entered the station.

At this time, the post station was almost a mess.

Over there, the pseudo-god-level dwarf blacksmith is boiling hot water pot after pot, and here another pseudo-god-level god scarab, the corpse-eating insect protector of the underground world, and their returning queen Lady Mary, is in the room with the big-bellied Aunt Lu.

In the corner over there, the true god-level immortal archon and the desert emperor Uncle Hall was preparing bandages one by one, in addition to cotton swabs, hemostats and other various utensils were neatly placed one by one, and as soon as the helpers brought by the old Duncan came, they could be used directly.

And there are other neighbors who spontaneously rushed to the post station after learning the news, some of the big guys are carrying a basket of red eggs, some are carrying a handful of handmade wooden cribs, and the big guys are standing outside anxiously waiting.

And Yuan Di, the descendant of the Eternal Lich, who was unaware, rummaged through the pile of objects he had carried.

This scene happened to be watched by the royal stables who followed the old postman in.

"That's a dragon egg? Oh my God, when did all the dragon eggs come in baskets? ”

"I'm not blind, it's a crib made from the branches of a demigod-level war tree."

A group of hero-level mortals were secretly surprised in their hearts.

When they saw Yuan Di picking and picking in the garbage heap left by his father, a group of people couldn't help but exclaim.

"When did the World Sapling count in the bundle? Is that the core of the Fire Elemental King? What a god! Is that jar the blood of an ancient black dragon? Could that broken horn be the one that broke off the Demon Lord's head? ”

All the foreign royal stables behind Duncan were stunned.

These things are all god-level materials, and now they are all thrown to the ground by the skeleton boy like a pile of rags, muttering in disgust while checking through them:

"What kind of rags did Daddy leave behind? Why do you keep all the broken stone sauerkraut soup, doesn't it take up too much space? ”

After speaking, Yuan Di sat on the ground decadently.

Seeing that the big guys were either busy doing things or waiting outside with gifts, Yuan Di hugged his head irritably.

"Why isn't there any one useful? I'm going to be a brother, and I don't even have anything to take it into. ”

At this time, the old Duncan didn't care about Yuan Di, and wanted to break into the house as soon as he rushed up.

Seeing this, Uncle Hall immediately stopped him:

"What are you doing, are you doing you a disservice by going in? Mary is inside, you tell these stable women to hurry in, and you wait for me outside! ”

Old Deng Tou could not listen to it at this time, and he was going to break free from Hall with his arm.

The confrontation between the two true god powerhouses began with a huge storm in the small courtyard, if it weren't for an old neighbor standing in front of Yuan Di, he would also be like those stable women who were blown around.

"Enough!"

Aunt Mary's voice came from the room.

"Old Deng, you should wait outside, there are us inside, and there are dead ghosts, don't make trouble, stay there!"

Aunt Mary, who poked her head out, beckoned Wen Po, who had fallen to the ground, into the room, and after glancing at the two men fiercely, she slammed the door shut.

The two men squatted on the ground stupidly, and the two powerful true god-level powerhouses glanced at each other, and immediately turned their heads away.

"That, I'm sorry, I'm a little messy."

Uncle Hall chuckled:

"I have nothing to say to your old boy, when the child is born, I will accompany you to fight, Mary will not go, she has to take care of her younger siblings."

Duncan touched his head and was about to say something, when he saw Yuan Di sitting on the ground in a daze.

So the old postman walked over and gently kicked Yuan Di's ass:

"Arise, and sit on the ground and weep? Your father has been dead for two years, and you are crying on the day of Lao Tzu's great joy. ”

Yuan Di's eyes flickered a little, and he lowered his head and did not speak.

At this time, Hall also felt that something was wrong, and got up and walked over.

"What's wrong kid, why are you so upset?"

As soon as he stretched out his hand, Hall actually felt wet marks on Yuan Di's low face.

"What's wrong baby, don't cry." Hall crouched down and asked, "Is there any grievance?" Someone bullied you? ”

Hearing this, not only did Lao Deng frown, but the other neighbors also put down their things and surrounded them.

"Uncle Hall, am I too useless, everyone came with things, but I'm too useless, empty-handed, and I can't help at all......"

As soon as the words fell, Hall and the others laughed.

Old Duncan was a little moved, squatted down and touched Yuan Di's smooth skull and whispered:

"Silly boy, how can you come with such a large number of good things empty-handed?"

Yuan Di raised his head, sobbed and said:

"It's all a pile of rags, I don't know why my dad has to keep it, it's all garbage, and nothing can be used!"

Duncan bent down to pick up a bottle containing liquid from the ground and said to Yuan Di:

"Do you know, this alone is very valuable, the blood that your father has concocted, a great supplement!"

After speaking, he put away the bottle of ancient black dragon blood that had been blended.

After helping Yuan Di up, the two men sat in the distance and whispered:

"This kid can, it's not in vain, but he cried because he couldn't send a gift."

"That's, I don't look at who educated me in the past two years, but you really dare to give my younger siblings something that my old poison has concocted?"

Hall asked, puzzled.

"Heh, who dares, but this thing is the least valuable, look at the pile on the ground of that kid that is not more valuable than this thing, I really want to take the things of the juniors, why am I still messing around in our neighborhood, if you don't talk about others, you kid will have to look down on me."

Time passed minute by minute, and just when people were waiting anxiously, a loud cry suddenly came from the room:

"Ho ho ho 。。。。。。"