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At this time, Wang Yan was extremely embarrassed, his whole body was covered with volcanic ash, his clothes were tattered and unbearable. His left leg had been broken and he could only fall to the ground with his butt. The clothes on his back had been burned, bloody and scattered, and his back was filled with fire.

The cool bat king's wings are already ruined and almost damaged.

Moreover, he was also hit by a very deep abyss corrosive poison, his whole body was filled with corrosive poison, and the black gas had faintly emitted from his body. The pure yang true energy and physical strength in his body seemed to have been completely exhausted. He lay on the deck of the aircraft carrier, unable to even move his fingers.

What a handsome and sunny man, he was even more miserable than a beggar sleeping under the overpass.

Everyone even felt that they could poke him to death with a finger on them now.

Logically speaking, Wang Yan, who saved everyone and sacrificed his life to cushion, was so seriously injured. Describing such miserableness, it would definitely cause everyone's concern and guilt. However, after seeing what this guy did, people, including the Saint of Light, were a little ridiculous and felt that this guy deserved it.

The reason is very simple, it is a large package brought back by this guy.

This wrapping skin should be a waterproof canvas used to pile fruits in the orchard. If a large piece of canvas is spread out, it is more than 100 square meters. In the case of a volcanic eruption, it is really hard for him to find such a complete canvas.

But even the big canvas package seemed to be unable to contain his spoils. A pair of large wings poked outside the parcel's mouth. It was obvious that it was a pair of demon wings that Wang Yan pulled down from the demon lord.

In the package, there are basically fragments of chickens and dogs cut from the demon lord. For example, the demon lord's fangs, eyes, claws, and hooves. Of course, the most precious ones are the pair of demon horns and hearts.

However, like some precious organs, Wang Yan directly put them in the storage bracelet. In order to collect the blood of the demon, Wang Yan found several large tanks, filled them with the blood of the demon and put them in the storage bracelet.

The storage bracelet that Wang Yan uses now was given by his master's wife. The internal capacity is as high as nine cubic meters. Logically speaking, this is already the best storage bracelet. But now, in addition to some personal items that he cannot discard, this storage bracelet is filled with precious materials from the body of the demon lord.

Until the storage bracelet could not be installed, Wang Yan packed all the other ones that could be taken and carried with large canvas.

It is precisely because of this that everyone was ridiculous and their hearts were twitching. Everyone was worried about his life and death and wanted to rush to Liuli Island to search for his body immediately.

He was fine. After killing the Demon Lord, he was obviously injured like that, but he didn't even run away quickly. He still had the time to clean up the spoils. Besides, just collect it. Is it enough to pick up a few important things?

Good guy, this is the rhythm of taking back all the fragments of the demon lord. It will take at least twenty or thirty minutes to collect so many things? What if the volcano enters a super eruption period during this period?

For the sake of the spoils, he even wanted his life. It's weird. This guy is really weird.

Wang Yan lay on the deck, vomiting turbid air with a strong scent of sulfide, and relaxed a little. He took out a voodoo doll and two storage bracelets from his arms, and said with emotion: "The volcanic eruption is so harmful. The magma buried the earth. It took me some effort to find the storage bracelets of Sharumman and Indra."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone was dizzy again.

This guy actually had the leisure to search for the relics of Sharumman and Indra in the slurry and a large amount of volcanic ash? This is really a waste of worrying for him.

The Saint of Light came forward and blinked his watery blue eyes and said, "Why have you forgotten the relics of strengthening people? Although they are of low level, they are crowded and have been staying on Liuli Island for so long, so there must be many valuable things."

ah!

Wang Yan was stunned, patted his forehead with annoyance, and struggled to get up. He looked at Liuli Island, which was shrouded in volcanic ash and was gradually moving away. He almost burst into tears: "Why didn't I expect that, especially the black commander, must have collected a large number of zombie crystal cores. This is all money~"

The corner of the Saint of Light twitched. This guy really thought. Everyone was worried about him. They were so worried that they were about to break. He was fine, thinking about those things outside. The Saint of Light stretched out a finger and bounced his forehead angrily: "Do you want me to treat you? Go back and pick up things?"

Wang Yan was so energetic that when he was about to make a promise, he saw everyone looking at him with the eyes of his desire. This made him feel a little cold, and he woke up, scratched his head and laughed, "I was used to being poor at home when I was a child, and I was a little obsessed with wealth. Everyone, forgive me, forgive me."

However, as he said that, he still kept aiming at Liuli Island with some pain. This is the Island of Wealth. After this volcanic eruption, everything was refreshed, right?

While the Holy Maiden was so amused and crying, she had no choice but to heal him. The sacred dispersion and sacred healing techniques fell on him one by one, helping him to remove the poison in his body and treat various injuries.

A demon lord of the abyss is a powerful man of S level. Although it has suffered extremely severe injuries and has been suppressed by the laws of heaven for half a level. However, S level is always S level. How can it be easy to deal with after fighting to the death?

If Wang Yan had not been backed by Mother Earth as a strong backing and was in a violent volcanic eruption environment, it would have been almost impossible to complete this task.

But no matter what, Wang Yan succeeded and successfully killed the demon lord of the abyss. After successfully escaping from the Liuli Island where the volcano erupted, Wang Yan's mood truly rose.

Feeling the holy light wandering in his body and healing his almost shattered meridians and internal organs, Wang Yan's heart was surging. That was an S-level demon lord, who was actually killed by himself.

Moreover, the spoils on it were almost plundered by Wang Yan. Except for some things that were really unstoppable, Wang Yan had already gotten back all the valuable things as much as possible.

"Comrade Lao Wang, look at your serious injury. The Saint of Light is still very strong to treat you. We need some treatment plan to combine Chinese and Western styles." Zhang Weidao walked up with a smile, took out a glass porcelain bowl filled with water, and flipped his fingers and pinched a yellow talisman. The talisman burned and turned into talisman ash. The talisman fell into the water of the porcelain bowl. He stirred it with his fingers and said, "Come on, try the specialty talisman water in our hometown of China."

The Saint of Light was indeed very tiring to treat Wang Yan. His injuries were very serious, especially the damage to the meridians and internal organs in his body. Fortunately, his constitution was very strong. If an ordinary person had already died for 17 or 18 times, could he still make jokes here?

The continuous output of the Holy Power of Light made the Holy Maiden sweat on her forehead. She was already very weak and had not healed. Until now, she was just trying to support her.

Wang Yan also felt that the "breast power" of the Saint of Light was a bit insufficient. Seeing Zhang Weidao take action, he was looking forward to it a little. After all, our Chinese Taoism is famous for its extensiveness and profoundness. He has all been involved in healing, summoning, rune magic, magic weapons and flying swords, catching monsters and subduing demons, and exorcising ghosts.

To cure diseases and get rid of viruses, it is naturally a good show for Tianyidao. It can also be used as milk at critical moments.

But when Wang Yan saw the bowl of black talisman water, his stomach twitched and his eyes were about to glar: "I said, buddy, are you kidding me? Don't use these tricks to fool the villagers."

"Comrade Lao Wang." Zhang Weidao said seriously, "Be careful when speaking, what is a trick to fool the villagers? Our Taoist talisman of Tianyidao is a nationally certified intangible cultural heritage. A small talisman has great knowledge and great wisdom, and contains the most primitive laws of the world and the universe. Don't underestimate this bowl of black talisman water, which is full of a large number of energy particles and a variety of vitamins and minerals. After drying this bowl of talisman water, you will ensure that you are fierce in dragon spirits, can kill tigers, and can capture dragons in the sea."

Wang Yan's mouth twitched, and he felt that it was a bit unreliable no matter how he heard it. That tone, how could it sound like Taoist priest You Fang cheating money?

"If you don't believe it, don't drink it." Zhang Weidao looked sad and angry, and turned his head arrogantly, saying with tears in his eyes, "The hearts of people nowadays are so impetuous. Everything is imported. Even milk looks down on domestic ones. Do you think that the imported milk is beautiful? You dislike other people's domestic milk. Humph, you can continue to wait until the holy power of the Saint of Light has recovered a little before you breastfeed you."

Wang Yan's heart was twitching. What kind of weird remarks are these?

The onlookers were also dizzy and looked at the Saint of Light. The image of a blond and blue-eyed imported milk appeared in everyone's mind. They were laughing in their hearts, and they couldn't help laughing.

Even Gao Mingyue's pretty face turned slightly red, and she felt secretly amused in her heart.

"Geeh~" Yuan Rourou chuckled unscrupulously, twisted the water snake's waist, subconsciously straightened her thrust, and sighed sadly, "It's a pity that your sister Rourou only knows how to use poison, otherwise I'll breastfeed you."

The Saint of Light turned black and hated those otakus who played games in China. It was obviously a very sacred healing technique, but he insisted on breastfeeding. He also made up a rumor, namely one hedge, two riders, and three little deities.

Treat the Holy Priest as big breasts, the Paladin as **, and the Druid is the mistress... How can this make her the standard sacred Priest feel?

This Zhang Weidao was even more excessive, and he would divide it into imported milk and domestic milk. If it weren't for the lack of holy power in his body, the Saint of Light really wanted to knock out a "light of judgment" and bombard Zhang Weidao and his men and ships.

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(Woooo~ Lao Ao is not full of energy and blood. Please ask your brothers and sisters to have a monthly ticket to get some milk~ return blood~)

(To be continued.)
Chapter completed!