Wizard Academy Chapter 287: Fat the gods!

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After Judy learned about the general situation of bloodline transplantation and the danger of this kind of thing, she stopped paying attention to this matter, because he didn't like taking risks, or he didn't like unnecessary risks.

Of course it doesn't matter if he's interested, because Judy is already a god.

What is the body of a god? It is the body of a god. Every drop of flesh and blood contains the will of a god. It is impossible to transplant a bloodline. Even if it is transplanted, there is no way to integrate it.

Originally, Judy didn't plan to transplant herself, but Maureen asked about it. When she knew the danger of blood transplantation, she dismissed the idea. Although the transplanted blood is relatively strong, she can still become a **** without blood. Maureen has her own care and will not encounter any danger.

"Yoger, why are you distracted again, hurry in, don't want rewards anymore." The Great Grey shouted loudly in Yi Xing's ear.

"Hey." Yi Xing tilted his head to the side and said dissatisfiedly: "I know, I already knew it, I really thought I was in a daze."

Emperor Gray didn't bother to refute this nonsense. He grabbed Yi Xing's neck and threw it into the black hole-like entrance of the treasure house in front of him.

Yi Xing wanted to resist the moment he noticed that his neck was being grabbed, but the next moment he stopped his resistance force abruptly and flew towards the treasure house with the power of Emperor Grey.

"Wait a minute, don't be so anxious." A stern voice sounded out of time, and at the same time, a barrier made of dark divine power appeared between Yixing and the treasure house.

Looking at the divine power barrier that looked like a black plastic bag in front of her, Yi Xing snorted coldly and didn't stop because of it

A chaotic yin and yang map slowly emerged in his eyes, and the seemingly incomparably powerful barrier of divine power changed into a different look in Yi Xing's eyes, revealing the numerous weaknesses that appeared due to hasty shots.

The power of the bloodline in the body is galloping, and the finger seems to be slow and fast at one of the nodes. A trace of the power of the bloodline is sent into the node, and then it suddenly explodes.

In an instant, countless cracks spread in all directions with the easy fingers as the center, and the barrier composed of dark divine power was like a mirror, silently shattering a large hole for adults to enter and exit.

"I didn't want to see him intact when I came out."

Yi Xing left such a sentence, and then passed through the dark divine power barrier and entered the black hole-like gate of the treasure house. Maureen followed closely and also flew into the treasure house.

"Damn." The dark **** who shot out had no idea that the barrier of his surname, Brother Chen, would be broken by someone who wasn't even a demigod, and the gloomy expression on his face instantly became furious. , and plan to do it again.

But it was too late. In an instant, the Great Grey Emperor and the others appeared in front of this dark god, looking at him with a cold expression, as if they were looking at a dead man.

"What do you want to do?" The cold **** asked when he saw Emperor Gray and others surrounded him, stopped what he was doing, and asked.

"What do you want to do?" Emperor Gray's aura was completely released. As a great emperor, his aura was no less than that of a Zhongwei deity, and he was not an ordinary lower deity at all. It can be resisted, not to mention that this dark **** in front of him has been living a pampered life since he became a god, and he has long lost his spirit.

The gloomy **** never thought that Emperor Gray would be so powerful. He was a little overwhelmed by just his aura, but when he thought of where this place was, he raised his courage again, and looked proudly at Emperor Gray and the others. The **** said, "I don't think Yogg Yanyao deserves so many rewards. This is breaking the rules."

"What are the rules, why don't we know, I don't remember the number of rewards we stipulated at the beginning." Thomas said indifferently along with the gusts of gloomy wind.

The cold **** shuddered, but still insisted: "Since there was a competition, no one has ever been able to take more than five treasures from the treasury, but this time Yog Yanyao will take from the treasury. Take out thirteen pieces, this is hitting our gods in the face."

"Oh, there's more." Thomas said blankly.

The cold **** was embarrassed by Thomas' attitude. At this time, he also noticed that something was wrong. Robert, who was the most hot-tempered, didn't say a word until now, and the good man Sterry didn't come up to make peace. Not even one of the gods on his side helped him.

But things have come to this point, the cold **** knows that he has no way back, anyway, this plane **** can't fight at all, so he still bites the bullet and said: "And this Yogg's attack is extremely ruthless, my Whoever is provoked by the younger generation, such a good boy, he is so cruel, he is my most important descendant."

The younger generation of the gloomy **** was the one who flew to the sky because of jealousy and planned to teach Yi Xing, but was killed by Yi Xing. At this moment, he was lying on the other side half dead.

"Haha." Thomas didn't even bother to say anything this time, let alone whoever had bad intentions, no one would believe what the gloomy gods said, even the dark gods looked at them with contempt. Him.

Who doesn't know that the cold gods are selfish, cold, ruthless and moody. Even if they are their own descendants, they will kill them when they say they are killed. At this time, they care about their own descendants. Who would believe it.

And even if the dark department is not good at healing, as a god, how can it be possible to only practice magic of one department. However, there is only a trace of light energy in his younger generation to keep the injury from getting worse.

It is impossible for a dark-type **** to use light-type healing techniques. It's not that he doesn't want to, but he can't. The conflict between the two is too severe, even the gods can't bear it.

So the descendants of the cold gods should have used a scroll of healing techniques to save themselves. The cold gods don't care about the lives of their descendants at all.

But what kind of person has what kind of descendants, at this time the descendants of the cold gods are staring at their gods and ancestors with malicious eyes.

The cold **** was so despised by Thomas, the anger in his heart was burning, but he did not dare to show the slightest.

If it was a moment ago, he still had this courage, because before he believed that although he did not have the talent of Gray and Thomas, but as a person who became a **** before Robert, although he refined the godhead Become a god, but he believes that he is not much different from Robert and others, and even if he can't beat him, he can't help himself.

But now I am a little desperate to find that I can't even hold the momentum of the Great Grey Emperor who became a **** at the latest~IndoMTL.com~ let alone fighting, let alone now facing not only the Great Grey and the Thomas, and other gods.

If it weren't for the fact that this plane does not allow gods to use more than a certain level of power, I'm afraid the cold gods would have knelt down and begged for mercy.

So the cold **** can only bow his head and bury his serious resentment deeply, so that Thomas will not find it.

Seeing that the cold **** was no longer speaking, Emperor Gray snorted coldly: "I don't care what kind of **** you have. If you dare to take action against my descendants, you must be prepared to bear the corresponding price. And you heard what Yog said just now, so enjoy it."

"I... ah..."

The cold **** saw that his tricks were useless, and when Gray really wanted to make a move, he had to open his mouth softly, but before the words could be said, a big khaki hand hit his stomach and hit his words. Going back, there is only a scream, echoing between heaven and earth...

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