Myth Invasion: I Kill the Gods on Earth

Another temple has extended an olive branch to the Ocean Temple!

Could it be that the Ocean Temple is selling such outstanding divine slaves this time to win over other temples?

That's for sure!

Otherwise, why not keep such an excellent divine slave!

"The Ocean Temple may really rise this time."

"This Young Master North is really resourceful. He actually uses this method to win over other temples."

"But I have to say that people are willing to sell such excellent divine slaves... Each of these divine slaves has a quality that is rare to see in a hundred years."

"Then Poseidon really didn't train Young Master North in vain. Is the Ocean Temple really going to prosper in his hands?"

The temple representatives discussed in low voices one by one, and some temple representatives have already begun to consider the future changes in the structure of the God Realm.

The layout of the divine world has not changed for tens of millions of years. Zeus, as the king of the gods, rules the gods, and the strength of the temples in each party has basically been fixed.

But tens of millions of years later.

The gods of the older generation are either getting older or have no intention of fighting, and just want to cultivate to a stronger state.

Many temple masters have begun to consider letting the next generation take over.

And the next generation will take over... By then, whether the various temples can stabilize their current status, whether they become more powerful or weaken, all depends on the younger generation of young temple masters!

The structure of the divine world is about to change dramatically!

And now, before the young masters of other temples have made public appearances, young master North has begun to win over other temples by selling outstanding divine slaves.

This is a conspiracy!

"This is definitely not what Poseidon had in mind. Poseidon is arrogant, reckless, selfish and short-sighted. He would never have such a scheme, let alone sell his own outstanding divine slaves to win over other temples."

"According to Poseidon's character, he has so many outstanding divine slaves, how can he be willing to sell them to other temples? He will definitely hold on to them, even if these divine slaves are not suitable for his Ocean Temple at all."

"This auction must be Young Master North's plan."

The thirty-six elders of the Sword God Temple whispered.

"This boy is so terrifying." Another god sighed: "Compared with my young master, this young master North is really talented and a heroic young man."

The thirty-sixth elder of the Sword God Temple nodded: "Yes, it seems stupid to sell out one's outstanding god slaves. But think about it carefully... these god slaves are not suitable for his Ocean Temple at all, and they stay in his Ocean Temple. There’s no way to grow at all.”

"Moreover, the Ocean Temple is now in decline. If so many powerful divine slaves remain, the Ocean Temple will not be able to completely control them."

"It's really better to sell it to other temples in exchange for resources. On the one hand, it can win over people's hearts and establish good relations with other temples. On the other hand, it can rely on the exchanged resources to quickly increase the strength of the Ocean Temple..."

The thirty-sixth elder became more and more frightened as he spoke. Finally, he took a deep breath and said word by word: "With this son here, the great success of the Ocean Temple will be imminent!"

The other gods also frowned when they heard this, looking at Young Master North in horror, and their hearts were shaken.

"I never expected that Poseidon would actually cultivate such a young master."

"This Ocean Temple was almost destroyed in the hands of Poseidon, but I didn't expect that such an outstanding young master would appear now, and his rise in the future is inevitable!"

"Either make friends with this son as soon as possible, or kill him directly... But killing a young master of the temple is not a small matter? Not to mention that his father is Poseidon, and his uncle is the God King Zeus. And looking at it like this, it seems to be right. This nephew loves it very much, otherwise he wouldn’t come here to take charge personally.”

"Destroy? Are you kidding? If you dare to lay a finger on him, Poseidon and Zeus will destroy your temple overnight."

"We must make good friends with this son as soon as possible. In the future, he and the Ocean Temple will definitely have a place in the God Realm!"

Many gods were increasingly shocked. Compared with their young masters who had not yet appeared in public, this young master North was so outstanding!

As soon as he appeared, he shocked the palaces!

In this auction, it seemed that the Ocean Temple had lost an outstanding divine slave, but in fact it made a huge profit and even attracted other temples!

Conspiracy!

You must report this matter to your palace master, so that your palace master can make friends with this young master North as soon as possible!

Even God King Zeus couldn't help but nod his head and said: "You should be like my nephew North when you give birth to a son!"

On the other side, Lin Fan watched the seventy-two elders of the Beast Control Temple leave with the Great Sage and Daji, then turned around to bring in another divine slave.

"Don't be angry, the three hundred and eighty-fifth elder of the Temple of Power," Lin Fan said with a smile: "This divine slave is very suitable for your Temple of Power."

"This is specially prepared for you by this junior."

As soon as these words came out, the God of Power, who was still sulking before, his eyes lit up: "Seriously?"

"Of course it's true." Lin Fan pointed at Zilu and said calmly: "Although this person is only at the peak of the tenth level, his strength is very powerful."

"Just him?" The God of Power frowned slightly and looked at Zilu with disdain, somewhat disbelieving.

It's just Zilu's appearance, it doesn't look like he has any power.

Wearing a long gown and long hair tied into a bun, he looked elegant.

He was also holding a heavy book in his hand.

He looks weak and weak, and has the air of a formal scholar, with just the words "powerless to bind a chicken" written on his face.

There was no sense of danger at all.

Factors like strength are actually easy to judge.

The bigger the body, the more powerful it is!

Among those powerful gods of strength, which one is not hundreds of meters or even thousands of meters high when showing its divine body?

With one punch, the mountain will be smashed!

What use is the little plaid dress of the scholar in front of me?

"Hahahaha!" The God of Power touched his bald head, looked at the weak scholar in front of him and laughed: "That's it? Are you kidding me! Is this called powerful?"

"Zi..." Zi Lu was about to say something when he suddenly felt something was wrong and quickly changed his words: "Master once said that people cannot be judged by their appearance, and sea water cannot be measured."

The one hundred and ninety-sixth elder of the Temple of Poetry, who was also holding a book and wearing a spotless white robe, suddenly brightened his eyes: "This guy actually speaks volumes... A person cannot be judged by his appearance, and the sea water cannot be measured! What a sentence! What a sentence! Remember. It’s mine once it comes down, and you can use it to show off in the future!”

He quickly took notes and wrote them down, but he also had some thoughts in his mind. This man was dressed as a scholar. He seemed to have no ability to restrain a chicken, but his eyes shone with wisdom. He spoke well and was good at pretending. , seems to fit in perfectly with their poetry temple!

At the same time, the elders of the Temple of Poetry were a little confused... He was obviously a powerless scholar, and maybe he was also the God of Poetry from the lower world. Why did Young Master Naos want to sell him to the Temple of Power and say he was very good? Have power?

"I don't understand what Hai Du Quan is talking about! Are you bullying me for being uneducated?" The God of Strength waved his hand impatiently.

"Master God, what I'm saying is that you can't judge a book by its appearance." Zilu showed a shy smile, "Although I don't have a body of several hundred meters, but... I can be considered relatively powerful."

"You are worthy of talking about strength!" The God of Power suddenly stood up, "You, a lowly being with no power to bind a chicken, are you worthy of talking about strength in front of me, the God of Strength?"

"What I despise the most are you literati! You are all literate and fake!"

The one hundred and ninety-sixth elder of the Poetry Temple's face darkened: "What did you say? Are you talking about our Poetry Temple?"

There are also some innately bad relationships between temples.

For example, the Fire Temple, Ocean Temple, and Winter Temple are inherently at odds because of the opposing elements.

The Temple of Power and the Temple of Poetry, which are known for pure power, and the Temple of Calculation, which uses the brain, are also at odds. The Temple of Power feels that the literati are formal and fake, while the Temple of Poetry and the Temple of Calculation feel that the Temple of Power is a group of reckless men with only brute force and no brains, and everyone looks down on each other.

"Why, you still need me to explain to you? If you don't accept it, go and go out and have a fight!" The God of Power didn't look good at all.

The one hundred and ninety-sixth elder of the Temple of Poetry gritted his teeth, but in the end he snorted coldly and said politely: "Only reckless men with no brains resort to violence when they disagree. We are reasonable..."

He also wanted to use some cultural words like "people should not be judged by their appearance" like that god slave, but he had too little poetry accumulation in the god world and couldn't find any suitable words...

The one hundred and ninety-six elders felt so wronged.

Having said all that, in fact, I just can’t beat it!

They pursue the truth in poetry and the brilliance in culture. How can they defeat these gods of power!

When a scholar meets a soldier, he can't explain it at all. No matter how good they are at the Poetry Temple, these reckless men on the other side will never beep with them!

In front of so many temples, under the low-pitched ridicule and sarcastic gazes of those temples, the elder of the Poetry Temple could only say a few weak words and swallow this grievance as he had done for thousands of years in the past. and angry.

In fact, the Temple of Poetry is a famous temple in the divine world that only has its mouth.

Combat power?

Almost zero!

"Humph, you are a sour scholar. You talk about literate things all day long to show off. If you don't accept it, just beat him. You are a coward." After the God of Strength finished speaking, he was too lazy to talk to the God of Poetry and turned to look at the God's slave who was also dressed as a scholar. He sneered and said: "Okay, you dare to say that you have power in front of me, the eleventh-level god of high power, right?"

"It's okay..." Zilu said modestly.

The God of Strength sneered: "Then do you dare to punch me?"

Zilu frowned and glanced at Lin Fan, as if he was afraid of the other person's identity as a pure-blooded god. He said with an honest look: "This, it's not good..."