Medical Sovereign

"What? My words as a servant of God are of no use, are they? If the master captures this island, he won't be able to come back in a short time. Now send me to Ninghai city immediately. With the speed of the flying boat, the round trip will only take half an hour at most. Things will never delay the business."

Ye Xiao's face darkened, and he said in a cold and extremely displeased voice: "Even if the master knew, he would not blame you. My servant will bear everything. If my servant is starved to death, you have to think about how to bear it." The wrath of the master.”

The two divine slaves thought the same thing. The divine servant is now a useless person without any cultivation. If he really gets hungry, they will have no way to explain to the divine son.

What's more, if they really offend this new servant of God, all they have to do is blow the wind in the ears of the Son of God, and their lives will be difficult in the future.

"Okay then, let's send the Servant of God to eat now."

The two slaves of the gods quickly made a decision. It would only take half an hour to have a meal at most. Master Shenzi and the others would definitely not come back so soon, so they quickly flew towards Ninghai city in the flying boat.

"You... don't come here. I'm just following orders. Every wrong you owes you a debtor. If you want revenge, don't come to me."

In a gloomy gray space, the small-eyed god slave was trembling all over. Looking at the old couple on the fishing boat who had just been killed by him, he shouted in horror.

He didn't know what was going on. He was about to rush to the island and start killing people, trying to show off in front of the Son of God, when his eyes flashed and he appeared in this ghostly space. He also saw the man he had killed before. An old couple.

"Hehe, this Yin-Yang Reversal of Five Elements formation is really interesting. This guy actually thinks of us as ghosts seeking our lives."

The old man said with a smile while stroking his neatly trimmed beard.

"Hmph, you are looking down on human life and killing innocent people indiscriminately. Scum like this should go to hell when they die. Stop waiting and kill them quickly."

The old lady stared angrily at the little-eyed divine slave and urged angrily.

Fortunately, they were husband and wife. If they were really ordinary fishermen, they would probably be dead by now.

"That's fine. This bullshit Temple of Death actually dares to chase you for more than forty years. I see my husband is venting his anger for you today."

The old man stretched out his hand and pulled out a large kitchen knife from nowhere. He looked at the small-eyed god slave as if he were looking at a pig or sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

"So you are not ghosts? Oops,

But it scares me to death. It’s okay if it’s not a ghost. It’s okay if it’s not a ghost. "

The small-eyed divine slave finally reacted, and instead of being surprised, he patted his chest with joy and almost cried with joy.

He is afraid of ghosts, not people. Although he is only the bottom of the temple, in the secular world, he is a god. What can a mere ant in the secular world do to him?

"Hehe, this kid is afraid of ghosts but not people. Doesn't he know that sometimes people are scarier than ghosts?"

The old man said with a smile, and walked towards the other party with a large kitchen knife.

There was a hint of ridicule in the eyes of the small-eyed God slave, and a terrifying aura suddenly emitted from his body. He raised his fingers proudly at the old man: "Old guy, the ant-like things actually want to kill the dragons in the nine heavens. Since you have been killed before, If you are not dead, then I will send you back to the west now."

"Well, the old man is tired of living a long time ago. You can send the old man to his death."

The old man wasn't bothered either, he was always smiling, with a harmless expression on his face.

Although the small-eyed god slave said it very easily, how could he not be careful when this old couple appeared in this strange place.

It's just that he has absolute self-confidence. The warriors in this world are only demigods at best. But in terms of the skills and combat skills they practice, they cannot be compared with those of the people in the temple, and their combat effectiveness is not on the same level at all.

What's more, this old man's steps are frivolous, and the spiritual power around his body is scattered and uncondensed. He must be practicing low-level skills. Not to mention that he cannot be a demigod. Even if he is a demigod, he cannot be his opponent.

"Go to hell, old man."

The small-eyed god slave's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and his fist was wrapped with a spiritual light ball. He hit the old man's face fiercely. It seemed that he had seen the other man's head shatter like a watermelon, and a trace of bloodlust appeared on his face. The evil smile.

The old man calmly waved the large kitchen knife, as casually as a cook chopping radishes, without the slightest hint of fireworks.

However, the expression of the small-eyed god slave changed. Just such a casual stab made him feel an overwhelming feeling of despair.

In his feeling, everything seemed to be still. Only the huge sword light that seemed to open up the world filled his entire mind with awe-inspiring power, making him so fearful that even his soul trembled.

"No, it's impossible. What kind of sword technique is this? I don't even have the ability to resist..."

The small-eyed god slave stared at the back of the old man who had sheathed the knife and turned away as if nothing was wrong. He roared unwillingly, but before he finished speaking, the voice stopped suddenly, and the whole person was strangely split in the middle. , the body split into two pieces and fell to the ground with a thud.

What was shocking was that it was not until the old couple supported each other and left tremblingly that the body with a very smooth cut suddenly began to bleed, and its intestines and internal organs mixed with white brains and blood flowed all over the floor.

"Grandpa is really... bloody."

In the hall of the main castle of Paradise Island, Ding Ning crossed his legs, smoked a cigarette and looked at the projections on the wall that were divided into countless parts, sighing with emotion on his face.

Behind him, the old man of the Crane tribe and many women were sitting on chairs as if watching a movie, watching the projection with relish.

"What kind of strength does grandpa have? How come a demigod-level powerhouse is as helpless as a little chicken in his hands?"

Zique'er asked with deep awe and curiosity in her eyes. She was confident that she could easily kill the demigod, but she would never be able to do it as easily and comfortably as the old man.

Even the elders of the Crane Clan had a look of shock in their eyes, because they could see that Grandpa Ding Ning’s sword did not exceed the scope of a demigod-level strongman, but it could kill a strong man of the same level in an instant. They asked themselves what if If the suppressive cultivation level is also in the demigod realm, it is absolutely impossible to be his opponent. The control of power has reached the peak level in seconds.

"What kind of strength? To be honest, even he himself may not know it. Anyway, I only know that even if he is an immortal-level powerhouse, he may not be incapable of fighting. I really don't know the specific cultivation level."

Ding Ning said with a wry smile.

"Husband, isn't he that crazy old man? How did he become your grandfather?"

He Ling'er had seen the old man show off his power in the Wulun Valley, and knew that he was very powerful, but she couldn't figure out that such a terrifying master was actually Ding Ning's grandfather.

"This is a long story. I'll tell you later when I have time. Now, if anyone wants to try it out, you can tell Xi and ask her to let you enter the formation."

Ding Ning did not elaborate on the process of getting to know his grandparents, but said enthusiastically.

"I want to try it."

He Ming, who had just come back after a long journey, was gearing up, his eyes sparkling with eagerness to try. He had traveled more than half of China and understood the nature of heaven. He already had a vague feeling of taking that step, but he still lacked the temper of battle. These people in front of him were The demigod-level expert in the trapped formation is his best opponent.

"I'm going to try too."

Zi Que'er's eyes lit up. She had been feeling itchy for a long time, but Ding Ning didn't speak and she couldn't figure out his plan. She never had the nerve to bring it up. Now that Ding Ning spoke, she naturally wouldn't miss this opportunity.

"Me, and I, I also want to practice my skills."

Kong Lei and He Ling'er both raised their hands excitedly and took the initiative to save their lives.

Although Bai Xun'er and others also wanted to sign up, they knew that the strength gap between them and the people in the temple was too big. Going in was not to temper themselves, but to die, which made them frustrated.

"It doesn't matter, you can go if you want. Xi can control the formation to suppress them and his strength is at the same level as yours."

Ding Ning saw their frustration and said pleasantly.

"Really? Then I want to sign up."

Ling Yun was the first to jump up and cheered, "This girl has become a fighting madman after the big fight in the Uulun Valley. Her hands are itchy if she doesn't fight for a day, and she almost gives psychological trauma to the men of Qingyun Security." .

"I, I also want to fight."

Although Bai Xun'er looked quiet and calm, the fighting factor was still there in her heart, and she raised her hand to sign up without hesitation.

"I, I want to participate too."

"I'll sign up too."

"And I, Xi, I want to fight too."

…

This was a great time. Except for the three Miao Miao sisters, all the women of the Yao clan raised their hands and asked for a fight. They seemed to have been holding back a lot during this period.

Women from the demon race are so brave, and there are no human women who are willing to show weakness. Except for two pregnant women, Ye Duxing and Ding Qianlie, and Luo Xue, who dislikes fighting the most, even Yingying raised her hand timidly and strongly requested to fight to sharpen herself.

Ding Ning looked at Du Mosheng, Guan Shilin and Qing Yun who also raised their hands, and couldn't help but said in a fit of laughter and tears: "Forget it about you guys, alchemy is your main business, fighting and killing is not suitable for you."

"Sister Xun'er can fight, why can't we?"

Du Mo Sheng is quitting this job now. This girl has always been so strong. She will do what Bai Xun'er can do.

"Yes, hubby, didn't you once say that alchemy in ancient times was all for warriors? Although alchemy is our main business, we are also warriors at the same time."

Qingyun said softly, but her tone was full of determination.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I want to become a chivalrous and righteous heroine like Sister Yun."

Guan Shilin's little head nodded like a chicken pecking at rice and she kept echoing.

She doesn't worship anyone now, only Ling Yun. After all, like them, she has grown from an ordinary person to a powerful warrior.

"Xi, can you ensure their safety?"

Ding Ning was still unsure and asked Xidao, who personally presided over the formation.

"No problem. At most, I'll be injured and suffer some punishment, but no one will die."

Xi replied calmly.

Ding Ning felt relieved: "Well, since you are asking for trouble, then go and give it a try."

"Yeah! Long live my husband, long live sister Xi."

Guan Shilin immediately cheered and shouted happily, which made Xi Qingleng show a faint smile. She was very happy to be recognized by her sisters from the bottom of her heart.

Ding Ning watched the girls preparing for the ceremony with great interest, and couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly. He really didn't want these wives to suffer.

But the flowers in the greenhouse can never grow into towering trees. Strength comes too easily, which can easily lead to slackness. Suffering a little hardship can actually help their cultivation.

Since there was such a rare opportunity, Ding Ning simply called Angel and Li Enxi and asked them to teleport over to experience the feeling of fighting.

Of course, it is on a voluntary basis, and if they are unwilling, he will not force it.

But as expected, neither woman hesitated at all, and the message was transmitted within ten minutes after hanging up the phone.

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