Medical Sovereign

The man with the black mole is named Luo Bingxiu. He was born in a martial arts family in the secular world. Due to his good cultivation aptitude, he was brought into the Temple of Death two hundred years ago.

This made Ding Ning feel extremely puzzled. As far as he knew, didn't the Temple of Death only require geniuses with special physiques? This Luo Bingxiu obviously does not have a special physique.

Luo Bingxiu was a little ashamed to explain to him that the Temple of the Death God indeed requires geniuses with special physiques. Every hundred years, the temple has a mandatory requirement of at least ten special physiques.

But ten geniuses with special physiques are not so easy to find, so every time the person in charge of searching for special physiques comes out, they have a huge headache. If they can't get the ten spots, they can only bite the bullet and bring back some more for training. A warrior with good qualifications came to do the job, and he was one of those people who was just made up of numbers.

Quality is not enough to make up for the quantity. The most exaggerated time was four hundred years ago, when the temple only collected one genius with a special physique, and brought back as many as 179 people to make up the number.

This situation is not uncommon. Although the temple's senior officials are dissatisfied with this, they have nothing to do. After all, it takes a lot of luck to find ten people with special physiques in just half a year.

What's more, it's not just the Temple of Death, but three temples that are all searching for geniuses with special physiques at the same time. Therefore, unless they are extremely lucky, no one will be able to complete the task satisfactorily.

As a result, over the years, there were not a few warriors like Luo Bingxiu who were neither good nor bad in the temple.

Of course, since they can be brought back to make up the numbers, it means that their qualifications are quite good. In the eyes of the temple's senior officials, they probably belong to the kind of tasteless talents who are tasteless and a pity to abandon. Since it is a pity to abandon them, then We can only use the waste to see if it can bring unexpected surprises.

Therefore, the senior officials of the temple have formulated a series of extremely strict and perverted assessment standards. If these useless people can reach the almost impossible standards within the specified time, they will fly on the branches and become phoenixes, enjoying the same level as geniuses with special physiques. treatment, and join the ranks of candidates for the Son of God.

Luo Bingxiu was also called a genius in the secular world. Of course he was unwilling to give up this opportunity to rise to prominence and practiced extremely hard. Unfortunately, he failed to reach the standard in the end and became one of the most low-status divine slaves in the temple.

When hundreds of boats compete with each other, the one who advances bravely wins.

Of course, even if someone is lucky enough to become a candidate for God's Son or a God's Son, it does not mean that they can completely relax. After all, the quota for both God's Son and candidate God's Son is fixed, and the competition is very fierce. If you dare to relax and stand still, People will catch up and be kicked off the altar at any time.

This time, it was also because the competition among the sons of gods was too fierce.

The seventh-ranked Son of God is about to be overtaken by the Eighth Son of God. He is eager to make contributions to consolidate his position, so he volunteered to take on this thankless job. He also ambitiously issued a military order. If he cannot lead ten people within half a year. Returning with his special physique, he voluntarily downgraded to become the Eighth Son of God.

Even the Son of God whose status is in jeopardy is still the Son of God. He has one-eighth chance of becoming the supreme master of the temple in the future, so God slaves like Luo Bingxiu who see no hope want to seize this opportunity to embrace the lap of the Son of God. Sign up enthusiastically to bet on your future.

If you lose, the worst case scenario is that you can go back and continue to be their divine slaves, without any losses, just travel to the secular world to relax; but if you win, even if you cannot be accepted by the Son of God as a divine servant, you will still get a lot of money for your meritorious service. As a reward of training resources, with these training resources, their strength can be greatly improved, and thus they have the qualifications to compete as candidates for the Son of God.

Ding Ning originally thought that he could learn the true face of the Temple of Death in Lushan from the man with the black mole.

What a pity, Luo Bing

Xiu's status is so low that even the scope of their daily activities is limited to a certain area. High-level places are restricted areas for them. Anyone who dares to take a step will be ruthlessly killed. As far as everyone knows Extremely limited.

This time, it was thanks to a well-connected candidate god son who entered the Temple of Death in the same batch with him. He helped him say a good word, which made him stand out among the many god slaves and appear on the list of those who follow the god son to do things. superior.

Unexpectedly, he died before leaving the army. The first time he carried out the order of the Son of God, he became Ding Ning's prisoner. This made him feel despair and had no love in life.

With the son of God's suspicious and cruel nature, let alone his greed for life and fear of death for telling the secrets of the temple, even if he didn't say a word, he would never be allowed to continue living.

"What kind of cultivation is the Son of God?"

Ding Ning knocked on the table unconsciously and asked with a solemn expression, but there was an uproar in his heart.

Although Luo Bingxiu is a prisoner now, he has truly entered the state of spiritual cultivation.

This kind of powerful man who stands at the pinnacle of the human world is actually just the lowest level of the god slave in the Temple of Death? What would be the cultivation level of the Son of God who was much more powerful than them? What realm is the more powerful palace master in? How could this not shock him?

"have no idea."

Seeing Ding Ning's face darken, Luo Bingxiu hurriedly explained with a sad face: "The temple never looks at realm cultivation, only combat power."

"Only for combat power?"

Ding Ning looked thoughtful. If so, then everything seems to be explained. The greatest power that the world can carry is a semi-god (hereinafter referred to as a demi-god). If you want to break through to a god on earth, there is almost no way. Any possibility.

Therefore, whether they are the sons of gods or the masters of the Temple of Death, they are very likely to be demi-god-level powerhouses. They are in the same realm as the slaves of gods like Luo Bingxiu, but there is a huge difference in strength.

For example, Ling'er and Zi Que'er are both in the demigod realm, but if Ling'er's attainments in formations and other methods are put aside, Zi Que'er can definitely beat Ling'er eight times if they just use their own hard power. street.

After all, Zique'er has awakened the eighth tail and possesses the eight major bloodline magical powers. His own strength is absolutely unfathomable. Even if he has completed his military training, he dare not say that he can win in battle.

In Kong Lei's words, unless her Seven Treasures Mystic Technique can be cultivated to perfection in order to stabilize Zique'er, she is almost invincible in the demigod realm.

There is no way, the racial advantage of the Nine-tailed Bird Clan is there. Before they officially set foot in the divine realm, they have awakened in advance the magic powers that can only be used by god-level experts.

Of course, this is also due to Ding Ning. If he hadn't modified Zi Que'er's genes, she might not be able to awaken the Eighth Tail's bloodline inheritance in thousands of years.

Even though the Eight-Tails only has one more tail than the Seven-Tails, its overall strength has doubled. What is the concept of doubling?

To use a simple analogy, if the strength of the awakened first tail is quantified as one, then the awakening of the second tail will be doubled based on the strength of the first tail, which is two; the awakening of the third tail will be in the third tail. The sum of the strength of the first tail and the second tail is doubled and it is four; the fourth tail is the total strength of the first three tails and doubled and it is eight; the fifth tail is sixteen; the sixth tail is thirty-two...

By analogy, the strength of the awakened eighth tail is 128, which is 128 times higher than the strength of the first tail.

It is conceivable that once Ziqueer awakens the Ninth Tails, her strength will reach such a terrifying level that she is absolutely invincible in the same realm.

No wonder the arrogant Kong Lei couldn't hide it when talking about Zi Que'er's strength.

The sour taste of living, the unique racial advantages, it's hard not to be jealous even if you don't want to.

It's a pity that even Ziqueer himself can't tell what the origin of the Nine-tailed Bird is, and there is no record in the history books.

If it weren't for the invasion of the black-blooded plague tribe in the history of the demon country, the ancestors of the Nine-tailed Birds made breakthroughs during the battle and awakened the nine-tailed magical power. They made great contributions to the demon clan's anti-invasion defense war, and the nine-tailed sparrows would The Bird Clan has also reached its peak. This tribe may still be an inconspicuous and weak race among the Monster Clan.

It is a pity that although the ancestor of the Nine-tailed Sparrow did not die in the anti-invasion war, his vitality was overextended and his foundation was damaged. He died less than a hundred years after the war, leaving the once-prosperous Nine-tailed Sparrow clan in ruins. Gradually, he began to decline. At his worst, he was reduced to living in the Ninth Territory for a thousand years.

Everyone knows how powerful the Nine-Tailed Bird Clan is, but for some reason, no one in the Nine-Tailed Bird Clan has awakened the Nine-Tails in the endless years since their ancestor passed away. Not even one person has awakened the Eight-Tails. The most is the Seven-Tails.

Therefore, when it was discovered that the young Ziqueer had awakened the seven-tailed bloodline, the tribe believed that she would be able to reach the heights of her ancestors and awaken the nine-tails to lead the tribe to glory. At the age of 100, she ascended to the throne of the clan leader.

Facts have proved that their choice was not wrong. Even if Zi Que'er did not awaken the Nine Tails, even if the process was somewhat tortuous, and even if she eloped with Ding Ning, the Nine Tailed Que clan would indeed once again achieve glory.

Thinking of this, Ding Ning was somewhat looking forward to how powerful Ziqueer would be after awakening the Nine Tails. She wondered which one was stronger compared to the master of the Temple of Death?

He will never belittle himself, but he will never be arrogant. Although his strength has skyrocketed through military training, before there is a real fight, he dare not say that he can win the seventh place that Luo Bingxiu can only look up to. Son of God.

Yes, he is the Seventh Son of God.

According to what Luo Bingxiu said, according to the rules of the temple, as long as he enters the Son of God sequence, he will no longer have his own name and will only be called according to his strength ranking. The Seventh Son of God is his only name now.

Of course, if his ranking can advance further, he will be called the Sixth Son of God; similarly, if his ranking unfortunately drops, he will become the Eighth Son of God; if he is even more unlucky and falls to the position of God, congratulations, he can regain his name. The right to use it.

"Why did you attack Ye Manyao?"

Ding Ning continued to ask with a calm expression.

"Ye Manyao?"

Luo Bingxiu's expression was a little confused, as if he didn't know who Ye Manyao was.

"The leader of the Saint Clan."

Ding Ning prompted.

Luo Bingxiu suddenly realized it and said with a wry smile: "I don't know either. We are just following the instructions of the Son of God."

Ding Ning frowned slightly. Luo Binghui didn't look like he was faking it. He probably didn't know the reason. After all, he was just a slave of the gods who had no right to speak.

Luo Binghui saw that his face was not good-looking, and he was afraid that he would kill him in anger. After trying his best to recall, he said: "Although I don't know the reason, I saw that Master Shenzi has been very close to one man and three women in the past two days. "

"One man and three women? Are they from your temple?"

Ding Ning perked up and asked with interest.

"No, those four people are all secular people, and they are quite respectful to the Son of God. By the way, those three women are all wearing white clothes and veils, and they are dressed exactly like the Saint Women."

Luo Bingxiu recalled carefully.