Chapter 1153 Please believe in my expertise

The God of Power couldn't speak at all. He lay on the ground with his eyes closed, blood spurting from his mouth. His strong body withered quickly, and his face turned pale instantly.

His life was draining away rapidly, and as the god died, the divine realm also began to collapse. The earth shook and shattered, and the sky thundered and lightning flashed, creating a picture of the end of the world.

Seeing this scene, the giants of strength who were blown away all wailed in shock.

"this……"

"Lord God!"

"Lord God, are you okay?"

"How is it possible that the Lord God was seriously injured... The great God of strength was defeated head-on by a weak human being!"

"Lord God, wake up, don't you want to perform miracles! Don't you want us to witness the true power!"

"Lord God, wake up and save us from this broken world!"

These giants of power simply couldn't believe the scene in front of them. After all, that was the great God of Power with supreme power!

And even for such a powerful god of power, he was beaten to death by a weak human being, and even... this divine domain, and their followers, would also be buried with the god!

In the sky, many gods were equally shocked.

"How can it be……"

"He's just a weak scholar. How can he have such terrifying power?"

"His body shape is just that of an ordinary human being!"

"I almost hit this God of Power to death with one punch. No, it was obviously a piece of cake..."

But there are also happy ones.

The God of Poetry looked at Zi Lu, who was once again wearing a Confucian robe and was elegant, and then looked at the God of Strength who was smashed to the ground and did not know whether he was alive or dead. His face gradually turned red, and his eyes actually radiated excitement.

"This son, this son... actually has such power!"

"His strength doesn't just come from his body."

“It comes from thoughts!”

"He has the ability to transform thoughts into strength and use his thoughts to temper his body!"

"What a terrifying thought it is to be able to forge such a body...just like those scholars back then!"

The God of Poetry's eyes became more and more fiery, and if it weren't for the fact that the God of Strength, who was also a god, did not know whether he was alive or dead, he would almost laugh out loud at this moment.

This divine slave has the path to the rise of their poetry temple!

But there were also gods with complex expressions. Thinking back to the scene just now, they noticed something was wrong and frowned: "This man looks very much like the scholar from that plane back then... that three thousand disciples group..."

Zeus frowned slightly, but now was not the time to doubt the identity of this god slave.

What matters now is...

"Corder, are you still alive?" Zeus looked at the god of power and whispered.

The sound was like rolling thunder.

But the God of Power still closed his eyes.

For a moment, the faces of all the gods looked ugly.

"This god slave...killed a pure-blooded god?"

Invisible murderous intent permeated the air.

God slave, killed a pure-blooded god?

In the world of gods, this is extremely disrespectful!

If a god's slave dares to kill other gods, it will be a capital crime!

"Slave!" Lin Fan also noticed that something was wrong and scolded Zilu in a cold voice: "The elder just wants to see your strength, how can you kill him! I asked you to keep your hands, keep your hands... you..."

"When I go back, see how I deal with you!"

After Lin Fan finished speaking, he turned to the gods and clasped his fists and said: "Uncles, I have failed to discipline this god's slave. After I return, I will definitely teach him a lesson and tell him not to seek death but to live."

"But you have also seen that I, the God Slave, didn't want to take action originally. It was the elders of the Temple of Power who forced him to take action. It's not enough if he doesn't take action... He also said, don't be polite, hit here, hit hard... Yes Yes, he also said that if something happens, you will be responsible for all the consequences..."

"Therefore, my sin as a slave of God will not lead to death."

Lin Fan said quickly.

This matter is really too serious.

God's slave, God's slave!

How can you kill a god!

In the God Realm, any god slave who dares to kill a god must be put to death!

This is the bottom line for noble gods!

If not, the entire God Realm would be in chaos.

Zilu also knew that the matter was serious at this time, and rushed to the God of Power, knelt directly in front of the God of Power, pressed the God of Power with both hands, and prayed with a trembling voice: "Wake up! , open your eyes!"

"Please don't die!"

"I beg you, please don't die!"

Zi Lu was filled with grief and anger, as if the god of power in front of him was his father.

Cries of begging echoed throughout the sky.

The one hundred and ninety-six elders of the Poetry Temple who wanted to keep Zilu listened to Lin Fan's words, looked at the sad and angry look on Zilu's face, and interceded on Zilu's behalf: "The God of Power did say so. , Moreover, the God of Power can be regarded as a god who knows everything."

"He said that after one punch, the god slave will definitely kneel down and beg."

"As expected... In this way, everything was predicted by the God of Power. This God's slave does not deserve to die."

"What's more, the god slave also knows that he did something wrong, and now he regrets it very much. In the final analysis, it was just an accident. I wonder if I can be tolerant..."

"But if this slave is not killed, where will the majesty of our gods be." Zeus said softly: "This matter is no longer about this matter, but involves the majesty of my gods."

The gods are silent.

This sentence has already determined Zilu's fate.

And just as Zeus said, no matter what the God of Power said before, no matter how excusable the circumstances were, as long as this slave of the God dared to kill the God, even if it was just an accident... it would be absolutely unforgivable!

How can a noble God be killed?

How can it be killed by lower life forms?

If this matter spreads, wouldn't gods become living beings like other species, capable of bleeding, getting injured, and dying?

If this god slave is not killed, no one will dare to kill the god in the future!

"Nos, do it." Zeus said softly.

Lin Fan froze on the spot: "Uncle...do something?"

"My nephew Nos," Zeus whispered again, "I know that you are reluctant to give up. This divine slave is indeed very good..."

"But, for the majesty of my god."

"You, the master, must kill this divine slave yourself."

"This is also for your own good. If you don't kill him, this slave of God who dares to kill gods will be sent to the hands of the Temple of Power and will suffer endless torture. He may even bite you back."

Lin Fan turned around and looked at Zi Lu, his hands trembling and his eyes confused.

Kill Zilu?

To kill or not?

Zilu, the returning ancestor!

He is also a comrade fighting alongside him!

The two of them have been fighting side by side since Clyde woke up. If there is no way out, Daxia will suffer heavy losses just the second time the gods come!

But if you don’t kill...

Nowadays, everyone has sneaked into the God Realm. If they don't act from the God's point of view, everyone will be in danger!

The most important thing is that if Zilu is sent to the hands of the Temple of Power, even death will be a luxury!

In case of failure, he may even be sent to the Temple of Thought for examination!

As for everyone taking action together... Not to mention rescuing Zilu, with the God King Zeus holding the Eternal Spear, all the gods of Daxia will probably have to stay here!

To kill or not to kill?

Lin Fan's thoughts were at war, and humanity was entangled with Shura's evil.

The other gods of Great Xia did not speak, but the sword god Zhang Feng put his hand on the scabbard intentionally or unintentionally, while the Bull Demon King silently lowered his head, revealing his horn.

Thousands of ways slowly swing the fly whisk.

Everyone's eyes were extremely cold, and they looked at Lin Fan resolutely.

There is only one meaning – let’s do it together!

Even if it means death, Daxia will never abandon any of his compatriots!

Lin Fan slowly shook his head. Under the astonished gazes of many Daxia gods, Lin Fan's eyes turned cold and he slowly walked towards Zilu.

"No..." The First Emperor suddenly saw Lin Fan's thoughts and spoke suddenly.

but.

"Shut up!" Zilu stared at the First Emperor and said coldly: "My master's decision, how can I allow you to interrupt!"

"You..." The First Emperor was slightly startled.

Zilu looked at Lin Fan, forced out a smile, and said with a smile: "It's an embarrassment to the master. The slave killed the god by mistake. He deserves to die!"

"Master, please give this little slave death for the sake of the overall situation!"

For the greater good!

Zilu emphasized his tone.

For a moment, many Daxia gods were silent. Although their eyes were painful and tangled, they clenched their fists and stopped talking.

For the greater good!

If Zilu dies here, the auction will continue and they can still sneak into other temples.

But if they all take action here, then... not only will everyone present die, Daxia behind them, and the 140,000,000 compatriots behind them will all be found out!

By then, disaster will befall the world!

But, do we have to watch Zilu die here?

Lin Fan walked up to Zi Lu indifferently, his eyes were painful, but in an instant they became cold again.

He came back this time just for Daxia!

As long as Daxia can be protected, anyone can become a pawn, anyone can use it, and anyone can abandon it, even yourself!

Lin Fan is a despicable, sinful and dirty Shura!

Lin Fan turned his back to the gods and slowly pointed the trident at Zilu's neck. He looked at Zilu with red eyes and opened his mouth silently.

"For Daxia, for the 140,000,000 compatriots."

"My dear Lin Fan, I would like to send you off sir."

"Hahaha, teacher, students have never embarrassed you! Students, you will defend the teacher's ways until your death!" Zilu laughed up to the sky, tied up his hair tie, and held his neck to be killed.

But the moment Lin Fan closed his eyes, the trident was about to pierce Zi Lu's throat.

"Cough cough cough..."

A weak cough broke the silence.

Trident suddenly paused.

The god of strength who was smashed to the ground opened his eyes weakly, looked around, stretched out his hand and said: "Don't rush to kill him, I, I feel, I can still be rescued..."

Lin Fan turned his head suddenly, and his indifferent eyes suddenly turned into surprise, as if a big stone had been dropped. Endless joy burst out in the eyes of the gods of Daxia, and Zilu also let out a long breath.

The other gods also looked at the God of Power in astonishment.

"Still alive?"

"You've been beaten like this, your sternum is broken, and you're still alive?"

With a look from Zeus, a god immediately stepped forward.

The moment the divine power unfolded, green grass grew rapidly within a radius of a kilometer, trees grew taller, and the area was full of vitality.

But this god is not the God of Aoki.

But the God of life!

Divine power contains great vitality and can quickly heal injuries and promote growth. It is the most outstanding medical priesthood in the divine world.

Although he cannot control the vegetation, under his nourishment, the vegetation grows equally quickly.

Behind him, the word "life" exuded a vibrant aura, and under the shining light, everyone felt warm.

The God of Life poured the vital and majestic divine power into his hands, and slowly pressed them on the broken chest of the God of Strength.

Under the expectant gaze of many gods and Lin Fan, the flesh and blood of the wound grew rapidly under the nourishment of the divine power of life.

Many gods exhaled, while Lin Fan and the gods of Daxia looked happy.

To be honest, these humans who came to the God Realm in order to kill gods are most hoping that the God of Power can come back to life...

"come on!"

"Hold on!"

"You will definitely survive!"

Lin Fan and the gods of Daxia cheered for the god of power.

But just for a moment, the wound stopped healing.

"The injury is too serious and there is no way to save it." The God of Life stood up and waved his hand.

"No, I, I feel like I can still save the life," the God of Strength grabbed the God of Life's hand, almost crying, coughing up blood and praying: "Try again!"

"No need to try. You are still alive now only because my divine power of life is helping you to breathe. When my divine power of life dissipates, you will die." The God of Life opened the hands of the God of Power and proudly He smiled and said, "Please believe in my expertise."

God of Strength: "???"

No, why are you so proud?

…

A friend said that this part of the plot is so ink-filled that it would take dozens of chapters to write one by one.

In fact, I didn’t want to write too carefully at first. I just selected some of the more unique gods of Daxia and wrote them carefully. Later, I will speed up the ending of the plot of selling the gods’ slaves. There are about three chapters left, so I will turn around and start exploring the lower level. Wait for God to hide.