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  This was the first time people in Ba Ling City saw Chen Jing Xian reveal his divine technique, without the grandeur of the other two gods. It didn't even compare to Zhong Li's city guardian, but he managed to save Zhong Li with just one move. However, Zhong Li directly left and disappeared, leaving everyone who witnessed this scene extremely disappointed.

  He stood above the city wall, shrouded in a layer of hazy clear light, very clear in the darkness.

  Everyone in the city looked at him with a calm and carefree appearance, full of confidence, with a mysterious aura that only gods had. But Chen Jing's heart was not calm at all, he suddenly realized that as a god, when gaining people's faith, he also had to be responsible for their lives.

  He saw the souls of the dead walking in the dark fog, and smelled the stench of death that lingered forever, a smell unlike any other in the world, one he had caught before in the underworld city of Qin Guang. His ears also picked up the distant and near howls, the resentful complaints of the dead.

  No one knew better than he the strength of Qin's Central Plains, and he also clearly understood that leaving now was his best option. However, he couldn't; if he left today, then he would no longer be himself.

  Suddenly, a person rushed out of the City God Temple, and that person's body shone with flickering light. It was Nalan Wangye, his face extremely pale. Chen Jing stood in mid-air above the temple, looking at him rushing out, meeting his gaze, and saw a thread of panic deep in his eyes. He only heard him shouting loudly: "Quickly seal this city, the yin demon is coming into the world."

  He finished speaking and flew straight out of the city, his body still radiating a brilliant light. The divine light that had shone brightly when he entered the city gate illuminated the shock and disappointment in the eyes of everyone in the city.

  Chen Jing didn't know if Nalan Wang's words were directed at him or the people of the city. He looked towards the city and saw that some people had already begun to flee in a desperate bid to escape, most of them from the north side of the city. Even more people, however, were staring at him with eyes that seemed like those of a drowning person looking at the shore.

  Four gods, two left, one fell into the city of Meng and never came out, and in the blink of an eye, only Chen Jing was left.

  Chen Jing silently sighed and suddenly rose into the air, but at this moment, a collective cry of surprise erupted from the quiet city. Amidst the cries, the roof of the City God Temple suddenly lifted, and a person rushed out from within. It was indeed the City God of Shouchun, but at this time, he was shrouded in a thick layer of dark energy, his face pale, eyes dull and lifeless, with a hint of evil hidden within. As soon as he burst out, he directly pounced towards Chen Jing in mid-air, his movement like plunging into water, creating an invisible ripple effect.

  Chen Jing had just sensed the danger and leapt into the air, and as he was in mid-air, he sensed the danger looming over his head. Before he could even lift his head, the dark iron-like hand of the guardian of Shouchun City suddenly appeared above Chen Jing's head, grasping towards him with a sound like shattering empty space, similar to the sound of a flying sword striking.

  The people in the city cried out in surprise, as if they had already seen Chen Jing being clawed by this paw with his brains splattered everywhere.

  Shou Chun Cheng Huan's hand pierced through the void and fell, Chen Jing was like being intimidated by this killing intent, without reacting, he was hit right on. Only to see Chen Jing under that hand, shattered into a ball of white light, swept up along Shou Chun Cheng Huan's hand.

  The people in the city did not see that under Shou Chun's palm, a butterfly had flown out. The butterfly flapped its wings and seemed to have an illusion floating on it. Shou Chun was slightly stunned, and in this moment of stun.

  A flash of sword light had silently cut through the air, sweeping across his throat.

  The entire city of Ba Ling was looking up at this moment, as if they could hear the sound of Shou Chun City's guardian being cut open. Under the shine of that sword light, Shou Chun City's guardian's head flew up, and not a single drop of blood appeared in the empty air. The sword light turned once in the dark sky, transforming into a light screen that enveloped Shou Chun City's guardian's head and body. In an instant, Shou Chun City's guardian was reduced to a pile of minced meat. The sword light transformed again into a flowing light that traversed half of Ba Ling city, falling onto the upper air of Jing He River God Temple. The flowing light expanded, transforming into a blue-robed man with black hair fluttering in the wind, his expression solemn, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, and his mouth tightly closed.

  The whole city let out a cheer, but this cheer was not one of joy, rather it seemed like a long-awaited sigh of relief after carrying a heavy burden for too long.

  Nan Cheng's guard Yan Zhong let out a sigh of relief and couldn't help but say, "I knew the River God wouldn't leave, he is a true deity."

  The other three were still immersed in the moment when Chen Jingyi killed Shouchun City's guardian with one sword, they could see that something was wrong with Shouchun City's guardian, but they did not expect that the river god who had been hiding his strength would be so powerful.

  "He's just a River God, his divine position is several ranks lower than the City Guardian, yet he was able to kill the City Guardian. Has he broken through the divine prohibition?" The Western City Guardian said in surprise.

  "Nowadays, there are very few orthodox gods who have received the heavenly edict in the world. The divine way is already chaotic, and the divine prohibition may have disappeared." said the guardian of the east city.

  They naturally didn't know that Chen Jing was still enduring the stinging pain brought by the divine prohibition. He looked at the people who were kowtowing on the ground, looking at this familiar yet strange city. Slowly said: "Since everyone is unwilling to leave, then let's offer sacrifices and inform heaven and earth, from now on, I will be the only god of Ba Ling City. If I couldn't protect you when I was alive, after death, I will also guide you in the direction of reincarnation."

  No one knows more about the horror of the City God Temple or the terrifying ghost seal from Qin Guang Cheng in his hand. The City God of Shou Chun entered carelessly and ended up rushing out as a mere flesh that was about to be controlled by the yin spirits, only to be killed by Chen Jing Yi. Even the powerful Nalan King fled in disarray.

  Fortunately, Shou Chun Cheng Huang was not a orthodox deity and his magical powers were not high. Chen Jing's rich combat experience was unmatched by ordinary deities. When he was ambushed, he immediately counterattacked and killed him with this method. Although it seemed like just one sword strike, it was actually Chen Jing's swordsmanship and experience at work. In that instant, the "Misty Butterfly" divine technique was also employed, making it seem to Shou Chun Cheng Huang that Chen Jing had been struck solidly, which is why he lost his composure for a moment.

  Chen Jing naturally couldn't be arrogant enough to think he could protect the people of this city, but since he had already stayed behind, he would do his best to protect them. The reason he asked them to inform heaven and earth and offer sacrifices was because in this city, Chen Jing was like a rootless water lily, with weak magical powers.

  The only way is to become the true and only deity of this city, as long as all the people in the city are of one mind and wholeheartedly worship him, he can continuously extract spiritual energy from the city. This is the only chance for survival, whether it is for Chen Jing or for the people of the entire city.

  Chen Jing stood on top of the temple, his body emitting a soft and gentle divine light, like a comforting lantern in the darkness.

  The four city guards squeezed through the crowd and arrived in front of the River God Temple. Unlike others, they did not kneel down. Yan Zhong said with a serious face: "If the River God protects us wholeheartedly, the lives of all living beings in Baoling City will be sacrificed as an offering to the spirits."

  Chen Jing looked at him, but it was as if he hadn't seen him at all, and instead was looking at the people of the entire city. The dark and silent city was devoid of even a single bird's cry, and even the wind seemed to have stopped waiting for his response. After a long time, Chen Jing closed his eyes and slowly said: "Each person's life and death are in their own hands, life and death depend on one's heart. If I must die, I will be the first to die." In his heart, he also said another sentence: "My life is also in your hands."

  Yan Zhong fell silent, the whole city was silent, and Chen Jing's words that were neither light nor heavy made everyone feel a cold and bloody atmosphere.

  "If we all die in the city, we will never be reincarnated for eternity and will be enslaved by evil spirits forever." Yan Zhong turned around and said loudly to everyone. As soon as he spoke, everyone looked at Chen Jing tightly again.

  Everyone's eyes are filled with panic, a kind of panic that has no place to rely on in life and no place to return to in death. They are afraid, and when the heart of terror arises, it cannot be restrained, so there is no longer any talk of faith, even if there is, it will be extremely weak, at that time, what awaits them is only death.

  Chen Jing stood quietly there, like a green long spear standing upright in the cold wind. He looked at the people in the city and slowly closed his eyes, saying in a low voice: "The soul is scattered today, how can it be reborn? The cycle of reincarnation is full of suffering. From now on, I will offer sacrifices to the souls of the dead with the flag of Ba Ling, and ten million ghosts will devour Yan Luo."

  Chen Jing's voice was low and solemn, his words falling like hammer blows on the hearts of all present. There was no killing intent in his tone, but it stirred up the deepest resentment within everyone.

  The city of Balin was as quiet as death, and even the faint sound of ghostly wailing had disappeared without a trace, as if intimidated by this silence, it did not dare to reveal itself.

  "Then, with the Lingling banner of Baoling, ten million souls will devour Yanluo... Ten million souls will devour Yanluo..." As he muttered this, a hint of resentment appeared on his face.

  He read on and on, suddenly he lifted his robe and fell to the ground, silent. The other city guards also fell to the ground, prostrating themselves, and at this moment not a single person was standing in the entire Baoling City, each one quietly falling to the ground.

  In the void, it seemed that a sentence was echoing: "Here lies the soul flag of Ba Ling, ten million ghosts biting Yan Luo..."