The God of Strength’s face 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 domain!”

What shocked the God of Power was that the usually obedient Temple of Poetry did not give him any face. The God of Poetry hardly hesitated and said in a cold voice: "1.8 million 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 directly reached two million square kilometers of the fragments of the divine domain, 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 with 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 Temple of Poetry!

As long as you have him, as long as you learn his thoughts and learn how to temper your 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!

Naturally, 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, and 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 divine slave."

"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 yearning, "If I have the chance, I really want to meet him."

Zilu thought of his 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 rolling 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. The God-King wouldn't want 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's so similar..."

"

The God of Power also nodded slightly. He thought of 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 face 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. The wounded came out one after another. In the end, it was almost a protracted battle. 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 that it was sure of victory, but was shocked to find that although there was only one holy hand, the 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 just 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 very 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 that holy hand at the time could also perform surgeries.

But the technique is a bit rough.

He would always scrape the bones to heal the 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 enough!

The aura of destruction exploded instantly, the terrifying thunder surrounded the gun, and 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 suddenly dodged, 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 sure shot carries the divine power of the God King to destroy everything!

Enough to kill with one strike!

Seeing the thunder spear rapidly enlarging in his sight, Zilu felt desperate 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!

"Whoosh!"

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 considered a sure win, right?"

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

When he had hair, this 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, Zi Lu, even ties up his hair in a tight bun before every battle... The action you made just now is so similar to him."

Zeus smiled, raised his hand to recall the Eternal Spear, and said with a smile: "However, you are definitely not 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: "..."
To be continued...