For the old city officials from the border city, in Xuantian City, those who can get along with the gods are worthy of his respect. In fact, he has to be respected if he has nothing to do with God. But this time is different from the past, this big-tailed wolf, he wants to be the head. Didn't you see those gods on the edge of the square, looking here? That attitude that was not salty and indifferent also made the old city officials at a loss for a while. Otherwise, he would not have sat in the pavilion and not come out. Whether it's Grandpa God or Grandma God, you have to give us a step down, don't you?

Now well, there is a god, this is the sloppy god in the legend of the border city - Duan Wangye. Even if you are a mortal, even if you can't tell how many clan gods there are, you can't tell all their names, but you can tell many deeds of Lord Duan.

Duan Wang Ye is a god who can enter the hearts of mortals, and even the wild dogs on the roadside dare to compete with him for food. Such a god never unleashes his strength on the weak, and at the same time, he can help those who are in need. Some people say that Duan Wang Ye has all the creatures in the Forget Worry Mountain in his head. If you really can't live anymore, or if you can't live anymore, if a miracle suddenly appears, don't think about it, it must be Duan Wangye!

In the eyes of the old city officials, this matter is a bit evil. He believed that Duan Wang Ye was a human being, but he couldn't understand where Duan Wang Ye came from so much time. Isn't God spending a lot of time cultivating?

When the old city official thought of this, he was shocked. That's right, it's the clan god who walks beside him, no matter if he is superior or not, the god is not a human after all, is he? So, he had to bow to Duan Xing on the ground.

Duan Xing smiled playfully, his divine sense had always been on the old city official, where did he not know what the old city official was going to do? What he was interested in was why this old city official was pretending to be a clan god. It stands to reason that this is a capital crime, but he thinks that if the old city official has a good reason, he can intercede for him, and there are not many such people in Xuantian City.

When the old city official's hand was about to touch the ground, he suddenly woke up. Secretly, where am I an old city official? I'm just a big-tailed wolf called an old city official. So, in an instant, the old city official fell forward, but fortunately he was supported by Duan Xing's divine soul power. The old city official smiled embarrassedly: "When people are old, this leg and foot will be disobedient." What it wants to do is not the same thing as what I want to do. ”

Duan Xing took a step back, bowed his hand, and said, "Duan Xing, thank you for your advice." Don't worry, your legs are inconvenient, Duan Xing is willing to do it for you!"

The old city official shook his head and said: "The road ahead of the old city official is not smooth, every step is the death of the dead, Duan Wang Ye is noble, how dare I let you go to danger? Besides, the danger is beyond your reach, and you can't see it." It's right around you!"

Duan Xing frowned slightly, and his divine consciousness dispersed like an ocean. In a moment, Duan Xing said: "Sure enough, as you said, Duan Xing is blind. I don't know, how to solve Duan Xing's difficulty?"

The old city official shook his head and said, "Leave the city, you can solve it!"

"But this—100,000 city citizens?"

The old city official stretched out his severed finger and said, "It's okay, if you point to this point, what you see is not true." ”

Duan Xing's divine sense observed on that finger for a long time, and said, "But this, it is indeed invisible!"

"But—" The old city official stretched out his left hand and stroked it above the index finger of his right hand. This move made Duan Xingxing inexplicable at first, and then he felt a chill down his spine. At this time, he had a feeling that all the actions of this old city official just now were testing himself. Just as the master said back then, ghosts cultivate souls, spirituality, and demons, and they also say that immortals are retreating! Retreat to the extreme, visible to the illusory rule. How is this possible? This is obviously a mortal! How can he understand the rules of the void? That is the rule of the Great Dao, not to mention that it is difficult to find such a person in the curse dome now, even outside the spell dome where the rules are incomplete. The rules are not complete, because the void is extremely damaged, otherwise how can there be no immortals in this world?

"The juniors are a little puzzled, and please ask the seniors to solve their doubts!"

The old city official blinked his eyes and said in his heart, what do you mean, I am a fool - I am easy. Didn't I just say that there is a power in this city that you can't discover? Thinking of this, the old city official said with a difficult face: "The old city official can't use mana, I don't know if Duan Wang Ye knows the way of the gods?"

Duan Xing shook his head blankly. He really hadn't heard such a word.

The old city official sighed: "Cultivators have all become gods and cultivate immortals, and all gods are the beings with the most feelings for this land." Cultivating immortals is for eternal life, but mortal gods are going to die!"

"Turning bones into immortals?" Seeing that the old city official frowned, Duan Xing guessed again: "Corpse immortal?"

The old city official said angrily: "Lord Duan, this is difficult to explain, I came to the clan city to ask for death in your opinion." For example, I would - die under the sacred tree. ”

Duan Xing said in surprise: "I understand, it is soul transformation, and it is also one of the ways to become an immortal!"

The old city official was stunned for a long time, waved his hand and said: "I am a mortal god, and I am not the same thing as an immortal." I have feelings for this land and I miss the people here. So, even if I die, I'm going to die here, you understand?"

Duan Xing said blankly: "However, if you say that, it has nothing to do with Cheng Xian." ”

"I didn't say it has anything to do with becoming an immortal, I'm a mortal god!" the old city official was a little impatient. At this time, Duan Xing was not a clan god at all in his eyes, but a snob, who became an immortal with his mouth closed. If everyone can become immortals, then how can there be so much suffering in the world?

Duan Xing was dumbfounded, this mortal god is really good, his strength is not great, and his temper is quite big. Whoever let himself take it over must have a beginning and an end. It's just that he still can't figure out what the difference is between the cultivation of this mortal god and the cultivation of immortals.

Perhaps, this is the purpose of the old city official, to reassure everyone and make everyone ignore why he came to the clan city. If it is as usual, I am afraid that I am already talking to the executioner. He didn't feel very happy to live for this moment, because what he had to accomplish was too big! It was not something that these clan gods could understand, and even if they participated, it would not be possible to steal chickens and rice.

After hearing the nine bells, the old city officials concluded that something big would happen in the clan. Most likely, this big thing has something to do with you. Originally, he died, and it was a hundred things, but, coincidentally, this saliva monster of the cursed heavenly clan also came to the clan city. He thought, that saliva, I'm afraid I'm hiding in the shadows and staring at myself now. So, he straightened his waist and tried to make himself look empty-eyed and unstoppable.

What the old city official didn't expect was that the action of straightening his waist alone filled him with strength. He said indifferently: "Lord Duan, who is the god of defending the city in the clan?"

This topic seemed to change a little quickly, even beyond Duan Xing's understanding. You're a mortal, and you have a lot to worry about. It was precisely because of the preconceived ideas, coupled with the dumb obsession of the old city officials before, that Duan Xing had not turned this corner.

Duan Xing smiled bitterly: "In the clan, the clan gods are exhausted, and there are no gods." ”

The old city official's face was relieved, and he said, "That's good, that's good-"

At this moment, the Xuanguan rushed over, as if there was something urgent. Who would have thought that the old city official would not look at it, but stretched out his severed finger hand and pointed it to him.

With a click, Duan Xing heard it clearly, and the sound of broken bones came from Xuanguan's body. He was stunned and hurriedly used his divine sense to probe Xuanguan's injury, and to his surprise, Xuanguan actually broke a rib. Duan Xing shook his head and sighed: "I don't understand the rules of the clan, and I offended you twice-uh, mortal gods!

Xuanguan just nodded his head and said yes.

A figure suddenly appeared in front of the old city official, and Feng Ge said angrily: "Say, why do you want to hurt Brother Xuanguan!"

Duan Xing said helplessly: "Fengge, this is the rule of the clan, the clan god is within ten zhang, slow down." Seeing the wind and singing, he turned his head to the side, and said to Xuanguan: "What is the report?"

Xuanguan said bitterly: "The pastries that Miss Weixiang wants are ready!"

Wei Xiang was very surprised, and just wanted to ask when he wanted the pastries? When he went out, his father explained that when he went to the clan city, he must not lose the face of the city of mercy and grace. She is the princess of the City of Mercy and Grace! She was about to confess, but was stopped by Grandpa Fuming's hand.

The old city official ignored the bewildered Duan Xing, waved his severed finger hand, and said loudly: "Okay, the soul of the cake sacrifice clan, send the gods to the expedition!"

Yun Ling was a little surprised, this mortal act made her feel weird. The Xuantian clan has always sacrificed the divine tree with the blood of the gods, how did they change the pastry?

Yun Ge said: "There are customs in the border city, and the blood of warriors can only be squandered on the battlefield, and it is unlucky to sprinkle it in the city. Grandma, do you mean that?"

Yun Ling suddenly said indifferently: "Originally, I didn't approve of this divine blood sacrifice to the divine tree. But the people didn't think so. In this way, from now on, I will completely change that hurtful behavior!"

Yun Ling said in a loud voice: "What the gods say is extremely true, point soldiers!"

The old city official walked straight to the pastry, and there was some nostalgia and some relief in his eyes.

At this time, Xuantian City, which was in a hurry, was the clan city that belonged to him. When the gods are gone, he, a mortal god called the old city official, will turn the tide and save the city from fire and water...... For this is his city, and the hundred thousand people of the city are—his people!