The lord of Muge City was very unhappy. Yesterday, he asked He Xiaotian to chase the army he led and shoot for hundreds of miles.

Although not many people died, not to mention they were all cannon fodder, it didn't hurt. But it was embarrassing. He was the majestic lord of the city. When had he ever suffered such a humiliation?

He actually asked a living person to chase him and beat him all over his head.

What's even more annoying is that there is nothing he can do.

Last night, the leader of the arrogant people issued a warning and rebuked him severely.

Warn him that if he acts on his own initiative and attacks the present world again, someone will be sent to take his place as city lord.

He was also given a stern grounding order, and he was not allowed to leave the city for anything other than six months.

Otherwise, I will die as an apology.

In fact, this is not a punishment, because as the city lord, he will never leave the city casually if nothing happens.

It’s not too late to enjoy yourself in the city lord’s palace!

Who would have thought that an Akers would come out halfway, and by virtue of surpassing his speed, he would spin around and suffer a huge loss.

"snort!!"

After the messenger who came to deliver the message left Pastoral City, the angry city lord broke many porcelains that were usually precious.

Thousands of slaves, each and every one of them, are even more nervous.

For fear of upsetting the tyrannical city lord, he would be brutally beaten to death.

The guards who are responsible for the security inside and outside the city lord's palace, every one of them, has a straight back.

He Xiaotian sneaked in and stole a lot of secrets.

Strictly speaking, they are all guilty!

"Akers, just wait. Wait until my city lord's spies kill all your family. I'll see how proud you can be." After the words fell, the city lord picked up the wine jar and took a sip.

It's a pity that I can't go out of the city to take revenge myself.

The Lord of Pastoral City put down the wine jar and shouted loudly.

"Here comes someone!"

"City Lord, what's the matter?"

The guard quickly ran in and asked with his hands folded.

"This city is mainly closed, no one is allowed to disturb it."

"yes!"

The Lord of Pastoral City took out the gourd given to him by the envoy and poured out the pills inside which were as big as dragon eyes.

This elixir is red in color with lightning marks on it.

As long as he can refine all the elixirs in this gourd, he can reach a higher level.

Transformed from an ordinary mountain giant into a thunder giant.

At this time, speed will not be his biggest weakness.

There is thunder between the hands and feet.

Once attacked, it will be as fast as lightning.

"Akers! When our army from Pastoral City comes to the Magic City, you will be dead. No, it is too cheap to kill you directly! I will execute you by castration and serve me for the rest of your life. Look.

Play the flute with me every night."

The idea of ​​the Lord of Pastoral City is quite vicious.

As the old saying goes, asking you how much sorrow you can have is like a group of eunuchs going to a brothel.

Even if you are powerful, you can only drool while watching others galloping.

Having said that, I don't blame him for having such thoughts.

After all, when He Xiaotian cut off his children and grandchildren, he kicked an egg to pieces.

As a race of mountain giants, it is difficult for them to have children, and their members are few and far between.

Nowadays, it is even more difficult to be the city lord.

One egg is missing, and I don’t know if I can have a son in this life.

After swallowing an elixir into his belly, the Lord of Pastoral City quickly started refining it.

Beat a stick and give a sweet date, the leader's tactics are really slipping away.

"Within three days, I can be promoted again. I'm afraid it will take me a lifetime to repay this great gift." The strength of the Lord of Maduge City is around the seventh level. If he refines a gourd of elixir, he can easily make half of it.

Step into the eighth level realm.

For the rest, you can only rely on your own understanding, or use your long life to grind it out little by little.

"Eighth Grade!!"

Roger, on the other side, was already kneeling.

At this moment, he wished he could slap himself in the mouth, after telling He Xiaotian that the Lord of Maduge City was planning to investigate his identity and take action against his family.

This brash man with a bad temper directly carried the fifteen-meter-long battle ax and ran towards the Fissure Fortress.

In He Xiaotian's words, I plan to go to Pastoral City to pee and wake him up.

When Roger heard this, he immediately knelt down.

Brother, what's going on with you? Don't you have any idea?

If you were more capable than the Lord of Pastoral City, you would have chopped him up long ago, transported him back in batches, and sold them to us scavengers to earn spiritual energy crystals.

Why are you trying to be strong at this time?

In case the opponent is angered, they will send high-end combat forces to attack the rift at all costs.

Who can withstand this!

Anyway, Roger's attempts to persuade him were of no use, and He Xiaotian ran away with his ax on his shoulder.

After throwing down 1.6 million experience points, I finally found a reason.

If he didn't go to Netherworld and fuck the Lord of Pastoral City, could he keep him alive until the Chinese New Year?

The guards of the Rift Fortress originally planned to stop He Xiaotian.

If ordinary people want to enter, they must at least get notification from their superiors. If not, you can just come up with an approval slip.

But when they saw He Xiaotian carrying a fifteen-meter-long battle ax and looking as menacing as a dynamite barrel, they wisely kept silent.

This man can't be offended. It's said that he captures people from the underworld every two days and sells them to scavengers or energy research laboratories for research.

...

"call!"

He Xiaotian stepped into the land of the secluded world and took a deep breath.

In a different world without industrial pollution, the air is extremely fresh.

Magic City?

Needless to say, there are advantages to being a metropolis, but there are also disadvantages.

"Grandma's Pastoral City Lord, you are vindictive, right? Are you planning to kill my whole family? Today, I will kill you, you bitch!" After the words fell, He Xiaotian's whole body began to bulge. The terrifying muscles directly tore his shirt.

The golden body has no cover, and the bronze clothing protects the body. It chooses people to devour. Dragons and tigers protect the body, and the scorching sun shakes the sky.

Colorful lights flashed one after another.

With various BUFFs superimposed, He Xiaotian's entire body expanded into a little giant of 3.5 meters.

"Arhat cassock, gold jade clothes, the power of ancient elephants, the power of ancient dragons, three flowers gathered at the top, five qi toward the origin, Vajra blessing, Vajra is indestructible!"

A gold and red cassock is draped on the body.

Later, a garment of gold and jade was put on his body, providing him with strong defense.

The shadows of the giant statue covering the sky and the angry dragon disappeared in a flash, and He Xiaotian's muscles exploded again, and his height suddenly increased by about one meter.

Three lotus flowers appear on the top of the head, representing the three elements of essence, energy and spirit respectively.

Each flower attracts the blessing of the power of the sky, sun, moon and stars.

The qi of the heart, liver, kidneys, lungs, spleen, and five internal organs of the body shine brightly and circulate in a unified manner.

He only felt that he was mentally stronger and his height increased again, reaching five meters.

His exposed skin was quickly covered with confusing Sanskrit characters.

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He Xiaotian was confused, what the hell is this?
To be continued...