Myth Invasion: I Kill the Gods on Earth

The God of Power's expression became increasingly ugly, he glared at the God of Poetry, and said coldly: "One million seven hundred thousand square kilometers of fragments of the Divine Realm!"

What shocked the God of Power was that the usually obedient Temple of Poetry did not give him any face. The God of Poetry said in a cold voice without any hesitation: "One million eight hundred thousand square kilometers of fragments of the divine domain!"

In just an instant, two temples that normally couldn't reach each other were bidding frantically for a god slave!

The two temple elders made crazy bids!

In the end, the price reached 2 million square kilometers of divine domain fragments, which were acquired by the Temple of Poetry.

This price can almost buy a fourteenth-level high-level divine slave, breaking the previous price record of Monkey and Daji in one fell swoop, setting a new high.

"Your Poetry Temple is really crazy. You are actually willing to spend so much money to buy a mid-level divine slave..." The God of Power looked ugly.

The God of Poetry sneered: "Haha, I'm happy to do it, do you care?"

Not only did he not feel any distress in his eyes, but he looked at Zilu with even more excitement.

This is a divine slave who can change the entire structure of the Poetry Temple!

As long as I have him, as long as I learn his thoughts and learn how to temper my body with his terrible thoughts...

The entire Temple of Poetry will undergo earth-shaking changes!

From now on, the God of Poetry, who used to have only one mouth, will become a powerful scholar with explosive combat power!

This is why even though the Temple of Poetry is extremely poor, it still wants to capture this divine slave at any cost, even overtaking the Temple of Power.

For the Temple of Power, the method of tempering the body possessed by this divine slave is just the icing on the cake.

There is the best, not the most is just a pity.

As for the Temple of Poetry, the method mastered by this god slave can be said to be able to completely transform the entire temple!

Of course I have to get it at any cost!

"Everyone, this divine slave belongs to my Temple of Poetry." The God of Poetry pulled Zilu over. He became more and more happy as he looked at her. He smiled and said, "Come back to the temple with me and meet the Lord God."

"Don't worry, the Lord God will never treat you badly, nor will the Lord God treat you as a slave of God."

"You are extremely important to my Temple of Poetry now. The Lord God will definitely treat you as a guest! Even if we elders die, we can't let anything happen to you! As long as you work for the temple with peace of mind, no divine books or artifacts will matter. You will be missing!"

Zilu nodded and said with a smile: "In my position, I will pursue my own affairs. Since I am yours, I will naturally do good things for you."

"Good sentence, good sentence!" The God of Poetry quickly wrote it down, admiring more and more the good idea in front of him.

He is truly a fellow of the pretense way of the God of Poetry!

Not only does this person have the ability to temper his body with his thoughts, but he also has such pretentious skills. Yes, very good!

"Don't misunderstand, these are my teacher's original words," Zilu did not dare to take it as his own, and said quickly: "I am just repeating the teacher's words."

"Teacher... is there such a wise person in this lower world?" The God of Poetry looked longingly, "If I have the chance, I really want to meet him."

Zilu thought of the teacher's terrifying body and nodded slightly: "Yes, if you see my teacher, you will definitely be very happy."

The God of Poetry smiled yearningly, then said goodbye to the gods, and was about to pull Zilu away.

suddenly.

"Wait a minute." Zeus, who was sitting in the corner, suddenly spoke, his voice like thunder, not angry but powerful.

The gods were stunned.

"Does the God King have something else to do?" The God of Poetry asked with a frown, feeling uneasy in his heart. Damn it, this God King is not trying to rob his own God slave.

"It's okay. I'm happy for you that you can buy this kind of divine slave in the Poetry Temple." The God King said this, but his eyes were looking straight at Zilu, his brows furrowed: "It looks like it, it looks too similar... "

The God of Power also nodded slightly. He remembered the terrifying scene just now and the body that overlapped with the original figure. At this time, he also felt that something was wrong: "Indeed, it is too similar."

God King Zeus looked at the human doctor again: "He also looks like the Holy Hand from back then..."

The God of Life's expression changed slightly, and he couldn't help but nod: "Indeed."

That holy hand from back then was still fresh in their memory in the Temple of Life.

That battle was so brutal, with the wounded coming down one after another. In the end, it was almost a protracted battle, and it was about which side could hold out longer.

The importance of doctors is self-evident.

It can be said that whoever has more doctors will win.

The Temple of Life, which was born with the divine power of life, thought it was sure of victory, but was shocked to find that although there was only one holy hand, its speed and ability to treat the wounded crushed their entire God of Life in the Temple of Life!

Especially the golden wheel of merit...

"This is all a coincidence." Lin Fan said quickly, "Uncle, I told you that the plane I discovered in the Ocean Temple is equivalent to a parallel plane that is a weakened version of the original plane."

"There are the same doctors and similar scholars...Isn't this reasonable?"

Hearing Lin Fan's words, the elder of the Temple of Life also nodded slightly: "It is true that this human doctor is indeed different from the original holy hand. Not only does he have acupuncture, but he also has wonderful injections that the original holy hand did not have. Able to skillfully disembowel..."

Even though the holy hand from the beginning could also perform surgery.

But the technique is a bit rough.

Scraping bones at every turn to heal wounds.

Zeus nodded, but still stared at the scholar.

Zeus whispered: "But it's still too similar..."

Lin Fan wanted to say something else, but the next moment, the Eternal Spear shot out!

This shot was just a casual blow from Zeus!

Perhaps not even 10% of his strength has been used.

But it’s terrifying!

The aura of destruction exploded instantly, and the terrifying thunder surrounded the gun. The entire Eternal Spear was like an unstoppable thunder! !

"boom!"

Even the air was shattered under that dazzling thunder light!

The pressure far exceeded that of the higher gods. Even the gods present felt their souls trembling. This attack was almost beyond the scope of gods!

Go straight to Zilu!

"This guy……"

Zilu's scalp was numb and he evaded suddenly, but the eternal spear followed Zilu directly, like a poisonous snake that was eyeing Zilu and would not give up until it achieved its goal!

The only characteristic of the Eternal Spear is that it must hit!

It doesn't seem like much.

But this one shot that is sure to hit carries the divine power of the God King to destroy everything!

It's enough to kill with one strike!

Seeing the thunder spear rapidly enlarging in his sight, Zilu felt despair for a moment. He had a feeling that this spear seemed to be locked on him, across space and time. No matter how he avoided it, he would be hit by it. One shot!

And right here in this flash of lightning.

"Snapped!"

Lin Fan suddenly pulled Zilu, and Zilu suddenly dwarfed!

"Uh-huh!"

The eternal spear pierced through the hair and nailed the long black hair to the wall!

Zilu showed his bald head and looked back with a confused expression, only to see the Eternal Spear nailing his wig to the wall.

But he didn't turn around and came back. He was stuck straight on the wall with a wig tied up in a bun.

Zilu touched his cold scalp and looked at the wig nailed to the wall. He felt extremely scared and said happily: "This, this is a sure win, right?"

"A wig?" Zeus was stunned for a moment, and then looked at the dazzling bald head in front of him. He felt that it was very strange...it was nothing like the figure with long hair in his memory!

When he had hair, the scholar was gentle and elegant.

Now it seems that he is just a bald gangster with a fierce look on his face!

"It seems I'm overthinking it."

"Those literati in those days paid special attention to their hair."

"One of them is named Zi Lu. He has to tie his hair tightly before every battle... The action you just made is so similar to him."

Zeus smiled, raised his hand to recall the Eternal Spear, and said with a smile: "However, you must not be him, because the one named Zilu... is not bald."

"Besides, with that Zilu's care for his hair, he will definitely not shave his head."

Zilu: "..."

Zilu was extremely lucky at this time to shave his head!

Zilu suspected that if the wig hadn't blocked him, the "sure-hit" eternal spear would have killed him, right?

In fact, Zilu really values ​​​​his hair.

Originally, everyone shaved their heads in order to sneak into the divine world, but Zilu believed that he would have no strength without hair, so he insisted on wearing a wig and combed the wig into a bun.

This made Zeus feel very familiar...

Lin Fan said quickly: "This god slave has been bald since he was a child. He wears a wig out of low self-esteem. He also has to tidy up the wig before every battle for fear that the wig will fall off."

"This caused uncle to misunderstand..."

Zeus waved his hand and said with a smile: "I'm overthinking it."

The God of Poetry said quickly: "Now that the misunderstanding has been resolved, God King, I will take this God slave away first. My Lord God must be very eager to see this person."

After saying that, as if he was afraid that Zeus would be impulsive again, the God of Poetry directly pulled Zilu to leave.

"After you go, do your best, you know?" Lin Fan finally warned.

Zilu looked like he had drawn a clear line with Young Master North, and said coldly: "Don't worry! I will serve my temple well! You don't need to worry!"

The God of Poetry looked satisfied with Zilu's loyalty, but he still pulled Zilu's hand, and politely clasped his fists at Lin Fan: "This divine slave sold by Young Master North may bring about earth-shaking changes in my poetry temple."

"If my Poetry Temple rises in the future, I will definitely not forget the help of the Ocean Temple."

"If you need help from Ocean Temple in the future, just ask."

After saying that, he suppressed his inner excitement and pulled Zilu away quickly.

The temple of poetry will surely rise!

Those temples that look down on us, just wait, wait for me, the Lord God of Poetry, to appear in front of you with a group of strangely powerful bald scholars!

"You're welcome, let's go slowly." Lin Fan watched Zi Lu being led away by the God of Poetry, then looked at the God of Strength with an ugly expression, and said with a smile, "Actually, you don't have to be angry."

"Why am I not angry! I fell in love with the God's slave twice and was robbed twice!" The God of Strength cursed angrily: "I was also beaten and almost killed, but I didn't buy anything. Who are you provoking?"

"I, the Temple of Power, have a bad mind, but you can't bully me like this!"

The God of Power's mentality almost collapsed.

Lin Fan smiled and pointed at Mo Zhi: "How could I let you return empty-handed? Our Ocean Temple has been prepared for it."

"Although this divine slave is only at the peak of the ninth level, his strength is not as good as the one just now."

"But he comes from the same sect as the divine slave master just now, and his physical strength is also extremely strong."

"This is specially prepared for you. If you don't believe it... will you try it?"

As soon as these words came out.

The God of Power suddenly looked ugly, looked at the equally gentle Mo Zhi with some fear, and said in a trembling voice: "I won't try anymore, I won't try anymore!"

But then, the God of Power suddenly became excited: "Is this really a scholar with the same strange power as the guy just now? Mastering the method of that terrifying strange power?"

Lin Fan nodded: "Of course."

"That's great, that's great, thank you so much, Master North!" The God of Power was very grateful and said cheerfully: "Although it is only the ninth level...but our Temple of Power is willing to give away 1.6 million square kilometers of fragments of the divine domain!"

Perhaps it was too miserable to see the God of Power, or perhaps the other temples were really not interested, but no other temple raised the price this time.

Lin Fan smiled and said: "Deal."

For a moment, the God of Power almost cried!

Finally it was not in vain!

"Thank you, thank you!" The God of Power presented the space ring, pulled Mo Zhiwen over, and bowed respectfully to Lin Fan: "I, the Temple of Power, have taken note of the Ocean Temple's help to us!"

"If you need anything in the future, just ask!"

Then, the auction went extremely smoothly.

Needless to say, Mr. Zhang's terrifying medical skills turned into human flesh and bones, and all the temples were there for all to see.

That is the medical skill that surpasses the God of Life!

In order to buy him, many temples almost came to war.

After all, who doesn’t want a life-saving doctor in their temple?

However, under the supervision of Zeus, many temples still did not dare to mess around and could only bid obediently.

In the end, it fell into the hands of the Temple of Life that was most suitable for Mr. Zhang. Mr. Zhang was really important to the Temple of Life!

Other temples have Mr. Zhang, which is just an extra doctor. But with Mr. Zhang in the Life Temple, the healing ability of the entire temple will increase by leaps and bounds!

The other gods of Great Xia have also been bought by the temples that are most suitable for them.

Just as Lin Fan expected, Mr. Dao Wanqian was accepted by the most suitable formation temple.

Gongshu Ming just made a wooden bird that could fly out of thin air on the spot. The organ temple shouted that it was the reincarnation of the original Lu Ban and bought it directly.

Starry Night was purchased by the Assassin Temple.

Lu Bu, who was riding a zebra, was bought by the Temple of Knights and given the name Lu Xiaobu. His terrifying charge was so much like the original Lu Bu.

The military god Situ Hong was taken under the command of the Order.

The Yellow Wind Monster was naturally bought by the Storm Temple, and it was considered a professional counterpart.

And although these god slaves still have some characteristics that are very similar to the Eastern Martial Gods from that plane, they have never aroused the suspicion of other temples.

After all, the appearance has changed so much that even the red rabbit horse has been dyed into a zebra, and the devil Lu Bu has become the zebra knight Lu Xiaobu...

Besides, Young Master North has said that the plane they discovered is equivalent to a parallel plane that is a weakened version of the original plane. Since they are all parallel planes, isn't it normal for some similar existences to exist?

"The Temple of Power, I know you have suffered a loss this time, but don't worry, I have specially prepared a divine slave for you this time." Lin Fan sold several divine slaves in a row, and suddenly said: "Look at this!"

Lin Fan pointed out his hand.

The God of Strength even stared with wide eyes, full of excitement.

His expression suddenly became strange.

"This little brat... Young Master North, are you kidding me?"

What Lin Fan was pointing at was a little bald man!

He is just a harmless child!

He looks like he can be smashed into meatloaf with one punch!

"Don't look at this child's young age, but his body is very strong..." Lin Fan reminded.

The equally bald God of Strength laughed again: "Hahahaha, your body is very hard, can you be stronger than me?"

"I am the eleventh-level god of power!"

Mr. Zhang, who had just been bought by the Temple of Life, sighed when he heard these words. He looked at the God of Power sympathetically as if he had foreseen something, and whispered: "Are you here again..."

With that said, Mr. Zhang took out his medical bag and made preparations in advance.

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It was originally planned to end in three chapters.

But there could be one more chapter, because there are still some interesting Bactrian gods.

For example, the silver horn is regarded as the "Aladdin's bottle wishing genie", or the First Emperor who gave it to Zeus. These auction processes will be quite interesting.

I will speed up the pace and try to finish the auction in one chapter.