Press the needle as thick as an arm directly to the bottom, and a tube full of undiluted adrenaline will go straight into the body of this god of strength!
silence.
The gods held their breath, as if expecting something to happen.
The silence lasted for three seconds.
Nothing happened.
"That's it?" the God of Life sneered, "You dare to challenge the judgment of my Life Temple? Haha, it seems that this time, two of you God slaves will die..."
But the next moment.
"boom!"
A strong heartbeat sounded suddenly!
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The God of Life's expression changed, and he looked at the God of Strength in surprise: "Huh?"
"Whoosh!"
The God of Power suddenly opened his eyes. At this moment, his eyes were actually red, and his originally pale skin was also red!
The blood is surging wildly in the body, and there is no weakness in the whole body. He looked like he was dying just now, but now he seems to be full of strength!
"boom!"
The god of power lying on the ground suddenly jumped up from the ground, flew hundreds of meters into the air, flipped thirty-six times in the air, and landed perfectly!
"boom!"
After landing, the god of power didn't even have time to speak. He turned somersaults and ran away again, as if he had endless strength in his body!
"Hahaha!"
"I'm alive!"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
This scene made the gods fall into silence.
"What the hell is going on?" A god frowned, "I was clearly about to die just now, so why am I running wild now!"
"are you crazy?"
"This, this can be considered a recovery..."
"I don't know. The injury should be healed, but there seems to be something wrong with my brain..."
"What kind of medical skills is this? Even the treatment methods of the Temple of Life cannot make a dying god jump up in one second..."
All the gods looked at the God of Power who was running wildly in astonishment.
I have never seen this scene before.
It's so weird.
Just now I was lying on the ground, unable to breathe.
The next second, he jumped up on the spot, turned thirty-six times in the air, and then started running wildly.
"Corder," Zeus frowned slightly, "Are you okay now?"
"Hahaha, good! Not only good, it's great!" The God of Power kept running like a bull in heat and laughed: "I have never felt so powerful... Not only do I not have the slightest bit of power now...
I am weak, and I don’t have any pain like before. I have never been so refreshed!”
Sonorous and powerful!
His eyes were burning with blazing flames, the strong heartbeat, and the rushing blood made his whole body feel a force that he wanted to release urgently!
The muscles that were already withered are like dead trees blooming in spring, becoming taller and stronger!
The gods were silent. One god looked at Mr. Zhang, who was wearing a white robe, with a complex expression: "Is this guy's medical skills...so terrifying?"
It’s really scary!
I have never seen such terrifying medical skills!
This method was something that even that holy hand had never used before!
Mr. Zhang didn't change his expression, all this was expected.
Adrenaline is so scary, is it just a deserved reputation?
The secret of the God of Medicine!
As the saying goes, when you are indecisive, adrenaline!
In normal times, a few milligrams of adrenaline is enough for an injured soldier to stand up for ten minutes. A dozen milligrams of adrenaline can make a soldier with an injured leg jump up and sprint for 100 meters.
With that tube of undiluted adrenaline, even a dead person would have to climb out of the coffin and do some somersaults!
He is worthy of being a god of strength. He can actually withstand such a tube of adrenaline. An ordinary person's blood vessels would probably burst.
"You really cured him?" Zi Lu complained a little.
"Not entirely." Mr. Zhang scratched his head in embarrassment: "I just remembered that I accidentally forgot the cotton in his body just now. Alas, I am so forgetful as I get older..."
"Ah?" Zilu was stunned.
"Don't worry, there is nothing wrong at the moment. Look, he is still alive and kicking." Mr. Zhang whispered: "But after a while, the cotton in his body began to become inflamed and infected, causing septicemia. The toxins in the blood will cause damage to the organs throughout the body.
Necrosis..."
Zilu was silent for a moment: "Are you sure you forgot accidentally?"
"Haha," Mr. Zhang smiled: "I said, whoever I want to live will live, whoever I want to die will have to die!"
The God of Power, whose body can smash mountains, probably doesn’t know that in a while, he will become the first God of Power to die from a piece of cotton in the entire God Realm...
And this is not something that can be cured by some divine panacea. As long as the cotton is in his body, he will continue to be infected!
Zilu looked at the God of Power with pity on his face, thinking that it would be better for this guy to be beaten to death by his own book. At least he would die happily and clearly.
"It seems that this guy is bound to die." Zilu sighed.
"Not necessarily." Mr. Zhang smiled brightly, as if he had thought of something interesting, "I would like to see which one is more important to them, the dignity of the gods or their lives."
And the other side.
The God of Life looked at the God of Power running wildly, his eyes filled with disbelief.
"this……"
"Is this guy really alive?"
"Not only is he alive, he is also running wildly..."
"What kind of method is this?"
The God of Power was diagnosed with death by himself!
Death diagnosis, Life Temple has always been professional!
If you say it can’t be saved, then no one can save it!
But now...
"It's impossible. The vitality of the God of Power has been exhausted to the extreme. Even if the body is repaired, various organs have already begun to fail..." The God of Life was puzzled, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a ray of divine life force poured in.
Eyes.
His eyes instantly turned pure white.
Eyes of life!
The gaze of the God of Life!
Under the gaze of the God of Life, the vitality in the running God of Power appeared in the field of vision like balls of flames.
The vitality that was originally exhausted, like a flame about to go out, now grows like a raging fire!
"How is this possible..." The God of Life's scalp was numb!
This guy's condition is actually better than before the injury!
"This medical skill..." The God of Life suddenly looked at the white coat.
Recall the scene where the golden wheel of merit shines and the word "medicine" hangs high!
Although this person is just a being from the lower world.
But this man’s medical skills surpass those of the God of Life who possesses the divine power of life!
It can be called a living and dead person, flesh and bones!
The only ones who can do this are the masters from that plane!
And now...
"This person must be bought!"
"If this person can be brought back, the medical technology of my Life Temple will definitely be improved to a higher level!"
"By then, the status of my Life Temple in the God Realm will definitely rise again!"
"This is a treasure! A treasure not to be missed!"
The God of Life was extremely excited.
He was no longer angry at this guy for daring to save the God of Strength who had been sentenced to death by the Temple of Life.
He has real skills in his hands!
That medical skill is more powerful than the divine power of life!
Of course, if this human doctor failed to save the God of Power, then this matter would be a different matter. Even if the Temple of Power does not pursue the case, the Temple of Life will never let this human doctor go.
It was a provocation to the majesty of the gods.
But after being rescued...that's different!
This person is extremely important to the Temple of Life!
It’s about the rise of the Temple of Life!
Many gods watched in horror as the God of Power went crazy and ran wildly for half an hour before finally slowly stopping and barely suppressing the crazy power.
"Okay?" asked a god.
"Hoo, ho, ho," the god of strength gasped, wiped the sweat from his red face, and then laughed and said: "Happy, happy!"
“Not only was it cured, it actually made me feel so powerful!”
"Now that I have finally vented some of my anger...I can barely sit down and talk."
Having said this, the God of Strength glared at the God of Life, turned around and bowed respectfully to Mr. Zhang: "Logically speaking, I shouldn't thank you. You are a slave of the gods, and I am a god."
"But, without you, I would have died here today."
"So... thank you very much for saving my life... I owe you a favor. If anything happens in the future, just say hello!"
With sincere gratitude on his face.
After all, even the Temple of Life said just now that he would definitely die!
But this god slave actually risked the crime of "putting a god to death" and saved himself!
Of course thanks!
Mr. Zhang looked at the honest smile of the god of power in front of him, chuckled, waved his hand and said: "It's okay, it's just a little effort."
"It's a piece of cake for you, but it's a life-saving grace for me. If you have something to do in the future, just say hello, don't be afraid of trouble! It doesn't matter even if you go up mountains of swords and seas of fire. If I can't do it, the Temple of Power can do it!" The Power of Power!
God said in a deep voice.
Mr. Zhang nodded: "It's hard to refuse kindness. Okay, I will remember this favor from you. If you feel uncomfortable in the future, just come to me."
"Thank you, thank you!" The God of Power was very grateful. Of course he would not offend such a doctor! Even if the other person is just a slave of God!
This is a life-saving existence!
Zi Lu on the side had a complicated look on his face. Looking at the grateful God of Strength, and then at Mr. Zhang, he couldn't help but murmured in a low voice: "You really have to count the money after being sold..."
"Okay, since no one was killed and the patient has been cured, let's continue with the auction." Zeus interrupted, "Time is tight. In the afternoon, the representatives of the major temples still have things to do."
In the afternoon, there is a low-level divine treasure thousands of miles away from Lengcui City waiting to be explored.
These temple elders who came with the juniors obviously came here for this reason.
"Okay, let's continue with the auction." Lin Fan looked at the God of Power with concern and pulled Zi Lu over: "You should have seen his power."
"Are you satisfied? If not, try again?"
Looking at Zilu's harmless scholar appearance, the God of Power shuddered violently, recalling that horrific scene again!
If he hadn't experienced it personally, he wouldn't have believed it to death that this scholar actually had that kind of power!
"No, no, no, I won't come." The queen of the God of Power touched the sutured wound in fear, her voice trembling: "Just now, the book almost hit me to death, and if I come again... by then, I'm afraid I will really become a god.
A joke!”
He is no longer as unruly as before.
That scene was really terrible!
The scholar in front of me has become the nightmare of the God of Power!
"That's right..." After Lin Fan said this, he turned to look at Zilu and scolded: "Bold slave, don't think that because the god is not dead, you are not guilty!"
"You dare to attack the gods, and even almost kill them!"
"This crime deserves death as well!"
Lin Fan put the trident against Zilu's throat, turned around and said to the God of Strength: "This slave offended you before. Although you are not dead, you... deserve to die!"
"I'll kill him right now to vent your anger!"
Zilu did not resist, but looked at the God of Power with an honest and guilty look: "Yes, I deserve to die! Kill me!"
The trident thrust forward.
But he was suddenly grabbed by the God of Power!
"Huh?" Lin Fan frowned slightly, "Your Excellency?"
"This divine slave..." The God of Power looked at Zilu, although his eyes were frightening, but also filled with incomparable love: "You can't kill him!"
"Not killing?" Lin Fan was stunned: "What do you mean?"
"This divine slave is indeed born with divine power, and is suitable for my temple of power!" The God of Power actually began to plead for Zi Lu, who had almost killed him with a book before, and said in a deep voice: "And before, I forced this divine slave...
In fact, he is very honest!”
"Look, he still feels so guilty that he just wants to die!"
The God of Power said, looking at Zi Lu with a somewhat moved look on his face.
What an honest slave of God.
In order to calm down his anger, he wanted to die.
Thinking about it carefully, this god slave was unwilling to take action before, and even warned himself repeatedly to remind himself that it was not all because of him who forced him!
"It's all my fault, not this slave! Please don't kill him!"
"My Temple of Power is willing to buy this divine slave!"
The God of Strength said with a firm voice.
He has experienced the power of this divine slave!
Different from its own pure power.
The opponent's power is not pure!
That’s not brute strength that comes from just training!
In addition to the brute strength he has developed, this person's body has also been tempered by other things!
It is also the kind of tempering... that makes this person's strength and body purer than my own!
That’s right, purity!
Although he was only at the tenth level, he still crushed himself and almost beat himself to death with one punch, all because of his purity!
That is not purity that can be polished by smashing mountains, that is purity that can be polished by another method!
In the face of that kind of purity, he, the eleventh-level god of power, could crush a thousand-meter-long body of a mountain, like a huge ball of cotton!
The other person is just a weak human being, but he is like an indestructible diamond!
Their temple of power relies on body and strength!
And this human being's polishing of body and strength is even more powerful than the temple of strength that only knows how to exercise muscles!
Must win!
This is related to whether the Temple of Power can go further!
"Forget it, since you said so..." Lin Fan seemed a little embarrassed: "Then don't kill him."
"How much do you bid?"
Lin Fan looked at the God of Power.
The God of Power did not hesitate at all: "One and a half million square kilometers of fragments of the divine domain!"
"hiss!"
Youshen took a breath, it was true that this god slave was only a tenth level peak, but he was actually worth the price of a twelfth level high level god slave!
But some gods nodded slightly. After all, this god slave almost killed the god of power in an instant!
It's really worth the money.
Lin Fan smiled: "In that case, congratulations to the Temple of Power, this divine slave is..."
But it's not over yet.
"I, the Temple of Poetry, are willing to give away 1.6 million square kilometers of divine domain fragments!" The God of Poetry, who had been silent before, suddenly stood up!
The God of Power was stunned for a moment, turned to look at the God of Poetry, gritted his teeth and said, "How dare you snatch the Temple of Poetry from my Temple of Power?"
The God of Power was very angry at this time.
Damn it, I was optimistic about that monkey who was born with divine power, but it was snatched away by the Beast Control Temple!
Now that you have taken a good look at this strange scholar, has your poetry temple emerged?
This made the God of Power feel angry from the bottom of his heart. Then the Beast Control Temple and the Power Temple are just a matter of competition. After all, the Beast Control Temple still has some strength, but your Poetry Temple only has one mouth left and has no fighting power. You
At what level do you dare to snatch a divine slave from my Temple of Power?
"What does robbery mean?" The God of Poetry smiled politely, "This divine slave is not yours yet."
"No, you are sick!" The God of Power scolded angrily: "Don't you see that this scholar has so much strange power that he is not suitable for your Temple of Poetry! He is obviously suitable for my Temple of Power!"
"You bunch of sour scholars, what do you want from such a weird scholar?"
"Haha." The God of Poetry chuckled and looked at Zilu with fiery eyes.
At first, he just thought that the scholar was a good guy who was good at showing off and spoke well.
But that battle just now.
He witnessed with his own eyes that the scholar's literary aura actually poured into his body and turned into strength!
The terrifying skill of turning culture into power!
Moreover, as the god of poetry, he realized that although this scholar was gentle and gentle, he possessed a secret of terrifying power.
This scholar polishes his body with literary spirit and tempers his strength with his thoughts!
This scholar possesses the skill of using his thoughts to hone his body!
Moreover, he also has a terrifying thought that can temper his body to such an extent!
This is something that the God of Power and other gods did not notice. Only he, as the God of Poetry who also possesses literary talent and is dedicated to the pursuit of ideas, notices this.
The god-slave in front of me looks very much like those strangely powerful scholars who spoke of benevolence, justice and morality, but used their muscles to reason!
In that battle, the Temple of Poetry was in great disgrace.
They are both scholars, but the scholar opposite is capable of both literary and martial arts. The God of Poetry who is capable of scolding and scolding cannot open his mouth. The God of Poetry who is capable of scolding cannot open his mouth. The God of Poetry who is capable of uttering a disagreement rolls up his sleeves and smashes the God of Strength. However, they cannot even be scolded by the God of Poetry, let alone beaten.
Unable to defeat them, they were simply the cheerleaders of the Allied Forces of the God Realm, and they became the laughingstock of the God Realm for a time...
Their poetry temple also wants to be like those scholars.
But it’s really impossible to learn!
And now, I have finally found another scholar with strange power who has mastered this kind of thinking and tempered his body!
In this way, this scholar-like divine slave has a completely different meaning to their poetry temple!
Once you have this scholar, you can learn from him how to polish your body with your thoughts, and you can even learn from him those terrible thoughts!
Until then……
Their god of poetry can also possess such a pure body and possess the power tempered by thoughts!
In the future, who dares to say that the God of Poetry is useless!
Who dares to say that the God of Poetry has only one mouth left!
Until then.
In the Temple of Poetry, everyone burst into tears if they disagreed!
All of them are powerful scholars!
Just like the heavenly group of three thousand disciples led by Saint Kong, who in the entire divine world dares not to listen to the beautiful poems recited in their poetry temple?
With such pure power, even the Temple of Power has to be defeated!
What kind of temple of power? Their temple of poetry is the real temple of power!
As long as you learn that kind of thinking and temper your body with that kind of thinking... By then, the Temple of Poetry, which has the lowest combat power, will directly become a prestigious and terrifying temple in the God Realm, and Zeus will have to consider their faces!
This divine slave is already related to the rise of the Temple of Poetry!
Beautiful poetry will spread all over the divine world!
"It's no use talking more, just make a price!" The God of Poetry looked at the God of Power, with flames burning in his eyes, and said without any doubt: "Today, even if my Poetry Temple goes bankrupt, I have to capture this divine slave!"
The God of Power's face became more and more disbelieving. Looking at the God of Poetry who was usually obedient but now dared to go against him, he said angrily: "Aren't you, the Temple of Poetry, afraid of the revenge of my Temple of Power in the future?"
The God of Poetry sneered: "Haha, it's just the Temple of Power... When our Temple of Poetry captures this slave, it's not certain who will bully whom."
