Medical Sovereign

Now, Ding Ning's displayed strength and power made him dare not underestimate him, and he secretly worried that Ding Ning would have a grudge against Tianyin Temple because of this.

I purposely explained that I wanted to take this opportunity to express goodwill and repair the relationship. Besides, Wutong was able to break through the holy martial arts, thanks to Ding Ning's gift, which made him really grateful.

Although in Ding Ning's view, it seems that breaking through the holy martial arts is not a big deal, but for Tianyin Temple, which has not had a holy martial arts for a long time, it is a big event that caused a sensation in the whole temple. This kind of kindness, Tianyin Temple must pay attention.

"Son of Holy Light, do you need us to stay and help?"

The two red-clothed archbishops of the Holy See said respectfully, they are all old foxes, and it can't be seen that Ding Ning deliberately stayed here to deal with Millers.

As they are in the same situation as the Dark Council, they know the blood race better than ordinary people, lest Ding Ning not know the difficulty of the blood race and capsize in the gutter.

Ding Ning felt extremely troubled by the Holy See. His character is like this. Whoever treats him well, he can't wait to treat others with all his heart. Even if he feels that the Holy See is uneasy and kind, he is embarrassed to show kindness to him in order to get Liu Guang Reject people thousands of miles away.

So he refused in a milder tone, "No, it's just a vampire."

"Son of the Holy Light, the vitality of dirty vampires is very tenacious. Even if there is only a drop of blood left, it may be resurrected. Except for some special things, it is difficult to kill them."

A red-clothed archbishop seriously took out a glass bottle and handed it to him, "This is filled with holy water, which is full of holy power and can bring great harm to the blood race."

"Isn't holy water one of the seven holy vessels of the Holy See?"

Ding Ning was also polite, took the holy water and looked at it, and asked with interest.

The archbishop in red smiled gratifiedly: "Yes, the holy water is indeed one of the seven sacred vessels, but it is different from other sacred vessels. It is for the believers to pray and spread the Lord's faith, and for all believers to bathe in the light of the Lord. Existing holy artifacts are not unique, each of us carries them with us."

Only then did Ding Ning realize that emotion is not a limited edition, it can be wholesaled, and it is also something that can strongly restrain and kill dark creatures, because he has already felt a ray of holy power of light from the holy water.

"Good stuff!"

Ding Ning opened the bottle cap and felt it.

There was a look of surprise in his eyes, and he couldn't help admiring.

Unexpectedly, the Holy See really has some means. The water is actually just ordinary clear water, but the Holy See somehow integrated the holy light into the clear water, making it have the special ability to restrain dark creatures and eliminate all diseases for ordinary people. effect.

This made him very interested in this method. You must know that only tangible and intangible things cannot be preserved at all, but the Holy See insists on mixing these qualityless things into quality water for preservation. It is not an exaggeration to be a miracle.

"Of course, otherwise the holy water wouldn't be called a holy vessel."

The archbishop in red said proudly, smiling like an old chrysanthemum with the old folds on his face.

"That's fine, I will accept this holy water with a smile. I will visit His Majesty the Pope when I have time. You go first."

Ding Ning was terrified by his smile, waved his hands and said casually.

"Then we will sweep the couch and wait."

The two red-clothed archbishops smiled and nodded again and again as if they had received some great promise, and then gave a deep salute before turning and leaving with the paladins.

Ding Ning touched his nose speechlessly. If it was possible, he really didn't want to have anything to do with the Holy See, but when he thought about the holy water, he felt that he really had to find time to meet the Pope. At least he had to figure out what the holy water was. How it was "blended", figuring this out will be of great help to him in understanding the nature of the world.

In the past, if he was killed, he would not take the initiative to go to the Holy See, but now, he is no longer what he used to be, and he has no fear in his heart.

He has even seen top powers in the Three Realms such as Human Emperor, Immortal Emperor, and Underworld Emperor, and he really doesn't think the Pope will bring him any threat. Even the God of Light behind him, he doesn't think he can stand in front of Crane Zu What kind of advantage did he take, so now he is full of confidence.

He now has a vague feeling that others need to have a state of mind that can match his own state in cultivation, but he, there is no such thing as a bottleneck, and his state of mind is already sufficient, but he needs to understand the nature of the world in order to break through quickly.

Glancing at Milles, who was still fighting with the eight-striped ants, he had to say that the eight-striped ants were awesome. The tornado scared away all the ant colonies, but they were completely unmoved. It seemed that Milles' behavior of eating ants had completely angered them.

Ding Ning frowned, and found that after Millers swallowed two queens of six-striped flying ants, his strength suddenly increased, and even his shriveled body returned to normal. When the ants were fighting, they even gave him a provocative look.

This guy's strength has soared, and his self-confidence has also inflated. Ding Ning sneered disdainfully, unmoved by his provocation.

I'm really stupid, now all the flying ants on the scene have run away except for the eight-striped flying ants, and Millers has no flying ants to replenish.

Although the Eight-striped Flying Ant already possessed quite high intelligence, it would never consider the enemy's enemy to be a friend. Now that he joins the battle group, it will only make the Eight-striped Flying Ant think that he is provocative, and it would be strange if he didn't gang up on him.

Therefore, even if Ding Ning wished to kill this bastard right now, he had to be patient and see how long Millers could last.

But very soon, Ding Ning's face changed after seeing Milles grabbing an eight-striped flying ant and stuffing it into his mouth. He dreamed that he had been fooled. Millers deliberately provoked him, not because he wanted to Using him to share the pressure, he was making himself suspicious, so as to buy time for him to digest the energy of the six-striped flying ants.

Now that the energy has been digested, his strength has skyrocketed again, and he has the ability to hunt eight-striped flying ants.

"go to hell!"

Ding Ning's face was gloomy, and he was so ashamed that he was tricked by this stinky bat, and he shot directly in anger.

"Quack quack, do you think that I am still the one you slaughter me? It's not that easy to kill me."

Millers' figure flashed, his speed was as fast as a ghost, he easily avoided Ding Ning's fist, and said with a wild and strange smile, his cold eyes were full of jokes.

Ding Ning's heart sank. He didn't expect Millers' speed to become much faster again. Now the ordinary speed has reached the speed when he burned the blood essence, which is already on par with his speed. If he burns the blood essence, even he might I can't catch up.

The most frightening thing is that the speed increased after digesting the energy of the six-striped flying ant, and he just swallowed an eight-striped flying ant, if he waited for him to digest all the energy, what kind of terrifying speed could he reach? He couldn't imagine it.

Of course, if he turned into a Jinpeng and displayed the real speed of Tianpeng, it would be impossible for Milles to match his speed, but, if it was not a last resort, he really didn't want to transform into a monster to expose his body.

"Hmph, it's just a little faster. With these eight-striped flying ants blocking me, let's see where you can escape."

Ding Ning won't be at a disadvantage verbally, but there is also a hint of temptation in the dark.

Milles didn't doubt that he was there, feeling the earth-shaking changes in his body, he laughed triumphantly and said, "Hahaha, speed is just one aspect, after I digest the energy of this eight-striped flying ant, I can evolve into a Duke, when the time comes, it will be your death."

Ding Ning's heart trembled, but disdain appeared on his face: "Even if you evolve into a vampire duke, so what, you're still my defeat."

"The defeated general? Quack, you think too highly of yourself, Duke of the Blood Race, but you are equivalent to an existence in the early stage of the Holy Martial Realm. Even if you will be suppressed here, it is not something you, a kid with the most Divine Martial Realm, can compete with."

Millers looked fanatical, and his aura once again rose steadily.

Ding Ning secretly heaved a sigh of relief in his heart, Nima, he thought the duke was so powerful, so it turned out that his cultivation base was equal to his own in the early stage of the Saint Martial Realm, but don't forget, he is the physical body of the peak Saint Martial, still occupying the Absolute advantage.

But what Millers said next made his heart sink: "The Duke of the Blood Race is not comparable to you stupid human warriors. From the Marquis to the Duke is a natural barrier, but as long as you break through, you will reach the sky in one step. Your strength is huge." Your Human Saint Martial Realm is more than ten times that of the initial stage."

"So what? Since I said I would kill you, you will definitely die today."

Ding Ning said coldly, stretched out his hand to hold an eight-striped flying ant that came to attack him without knowing life or death, and cut its shell with his fingers like a knife to squeeze out the blood. He forcibly signed a master-servant contract, and conveniently put it in the medicine spirit ring .

"Hey, storage ring?"

Millers gasped in surprise, and saw the greedy look in Yao Lingjie's eyes. It's no wonder that he didn't have enough vision. The main reason is that Western warriors don't have weapon refiners at all. He has been greedy for Eastern warriors' storage rings for a long time. How could he? Thinking that there are storage rings that can store living things in this world.

"Do you want it? I have a lot of them, obediently recognize me as master, and I will reward you two."

Ding Ning triumphantly took out a storage ring and weighed it in his hand to show off, then grabbed another eight-stripe bar and forcibly signed the master-servant contract.

Millers' eyes were red, and he said with a sinister smile, "Okay, very good, when you die, these will all be mine."

"Daydreaming!"

Ding Ning kept grabbing the Eight-striped Flying Ant to sign the master-servant contract like a stroll in the courtyard, while fighting against Milles, lest this guy would devour the Flying Ant and evolve to a higher prince level.

But obviously, he was over-concerned. The promotion of the rank of the blood race requires an ancient ceremony to coronate the title. That is to say, Millers can evolve to the current duke level at most here. Even if the eight-striped flying ants lined up to give him the title of duke, it is impossible for him to surpass the prince.

Therefore, among blood clans, breaking through to a title is very difficult. Most blood clans may not be able to break through to one title for hundreds of thousands of years, and breaking through to two titles in a row is even more unique in the Arabian Nights.

Millers' aura gradually stabilized, and his overall aura was at least twice as strong as before, which made Ding Ning feel a faint threat.

But it was just a threat. He really didn't pay attention to a mere duke. Of course, if Millers kept running for his life, it would be enough for him to have a headache.

Therefore, Ding Ning could only pretend that he was not his opponent, and fought with him extremely "difficultly", looking for an opportunity to take him down in one fell swoop, lest Millers turn around and run away when he saw the situation was not good.

Those eight-striped flying ants were not fools either. Seeing that their companions were either eaten or taken away, they finally realized that these two people were not to be trifled with, so they simply turned around and dispersed.