Chapter 1325 Supply and Filling

The little fist landed on Zhao Yin's chest, and his body fell out immediately.

Falling to the ground, Zhao Yin covered his chest, as if he could never get up again. His mouth corners twitched hard and his eyes rolled up.

Wang Chunhua was stunned and looked down at her fist.

Was the punch just now really that heavy?

She hurried forward and wanted to help Zhao Yin up, but found that Zhao Yin was limp all over, like a puddle of mud.

"Zhao Yin, stop pretending, I didn't use that much force at all!"

"Uh uh..."

A dying sound came from Zhao Yin's throat.

Wang Chunhua panicked and hugged him tightly: "I'm sorry, Zhao Yin, please don't scare me, wuwu...!"

She pouted and started crying: "Zhao Yin, I'm sorry, I was too reckless...!"

After a long while, the twitching on Zhao Yin's face finally disappeared. He looked weakly at Wang Chunhua, who was crying.

"Sister Hua, I didn't intend to use you as a human weapon, it's just... the situation was too urgent... I...!"

"Stop talking. From now on, you can use me however you want. I'm glad you're okay, I'm glad you're okay...!"

When Wang Chunhua saw that he had returned to normal, she burst into tears of joy.

Zhao Yin arched his body in her arms, and his nostrils were filled with the fragrance of the ancient girl.

I have a vague feeling that this woman's figure hidden under the armor is comparable to Zhou Lili's.

Wang Chunhua's face suddenly turned red, but remembering that Zhao Yin was still seriously injured, she took out a bottle of SSS-level healing potion and poured it into his mouth.

“Don’t waste it…!”

"drink!"

Wang Chunhua's tone was still domineering, and she directly drank the medicine.

Then, she took out the second bottle...

Zhao Yin widened his eyes. SSS-level healing potion is free?

The supplies she used were all Zhao Yin's property.

Zhao Yin suddenly jumped up from her arms: "Sister Hua, I'm fine!"

Wang Chunhua was stunned for a moment, with suspicion flashing in her eyes, but she didn't say anything in the end.

Zhao Yin looked back and heard constant roars all around him. The Suzaku formation flew past rapidly and sparks formed an endless rain of fire.

Groups of angels fell...

All the demigods here are dying. It was Qinglang who did it alone.

Zhao Yin took back the 530 space bracelets and mobilized the power of teleportation again to bring all the demigod-level angels into the core world.

After a quick count, Zhao Yin realized how huge the number of demigod-level living beings he had accumulated was.

This time we harvested 530 of them, plus the previous accumulation, we have now reached 929 living demigods!

Thinking back to the time, a four-winged angel named Jia Lan forced him to use all his strength to capture him in great danger.

What's more, the seriously injured adoptive father almost died.

Now, Zhao Yin felt like he was dreaming.

The original twenty-four demigods already filled up the Prison of Immortality, and there was no way to accommodate any more.

The clone of the ancestor spirit can still be restrained.

But it was extremely troublesome for Zhu Yao and Zhu Dan to draw blood and cut flesh every day to make the elixir.

Zhao Yin went back to the core world, took out a thousand SSS-level soul chains, and gave them to Zhu Gang.

Among the four pigs, Zhu Gang has the lowest talent.

"Zhu Wang refines weapons, Zhu Yao makes medicine, and Zhu Dan refines pills. From now on, the three of you should do your job wholeheartedly... Zhu Gang, you will assist them in the future. Taking blood, cutting meat, and feeding living creatures will be left to you!"

Ever since the arrival of the three young piggies, Zhu Gang has been able to only help them.

Now, the owner finally found the value of Zhu Wang's life. Zhu Wang clasped his fists and bowed deeply respectfully.

"Thank you, Master!"

"Yes! Master!" "Yes! Master...!"

The three young pigs also agreed respectfully.

Zhao Yin didn't stay any longer and directly summoned several girls with the power of teleportation.

"Are we going to rob again?" Song Xiaodao asked excitedly.

The expressions on the faces of several girls were excited.

Young people are good at learning. For a long time, they have followed Zhao Yin and admired Zhao Yin... Some of Zhao Yin's habits have already assimilated them.

"What do you mean by looting? This is called plundering!" Zhao Yin corrected.

"Is there any difference?" Song Xiaodao asked.

"It seems... there is no difference!" Zhao Yin admitted seriously.

Jiang Xiner thought of a good word: "It should be called supply filling!"

"Yes, supply filling!" Zhao Yin nodded immediately: "That's what I'll call it from now on!"

"Let's go and restock the supplies!" Zhou Lili said with a smile.

Awan smiled shyly, excitement flashing in her big eyes.

Zhao Yin summoned another six thousand soldiers, waved his hand, and the power of teleportation enveloped everyone and disappeared into the core world.

Wang Chunhua was still waiting there.

At this time, the Suzaku formation had already killed its way into the distance, and the Blue Wolf had destroyed all the portals.

Outside the temple, the ground was littered with the corpses of angels.

Without Zhao Yin's orders, Liu Shun immediately organized people to clean up the battlefield.

Zhao Yin quickly sorted out the space bracelets of the twelve quasi-gods and five hundred and thirty demigods.

Another 1,400 divine bases were harvested, and the total number accumulated by Zhao Yin has reached 12,000!

There are 160,000 SS-grade amethysts, and Zhao Yin’s accumulated total has reached 280,000!

Nearly 40,000 SSS-level amethysts!

Now, the total amount he has accumulated has once again reached a terrifying 220,000!

The flesh and blood of demigods from various races...forty tons!

Countless currencies of all races...

Zhao Yin was already numb. He had to replenish his own supplies to create a bright world with gods. It was almost like the robbery before the end of the world!

No! It's like replenishing the U.S. Federal Reserve!

So rich!

Make a fortune again!

But Zhao Yin also understood that this kind of thing could not be repeated a second time.

He looked up at the temple in front of him, which was much taller than the Bru Temple.

"Little Aman!"

"Owner……!"

The little angel suddenly looked unconfident: "This is not Grandpa Blue's temple. Little...little A'man doesn't know whether the treasure is also hidden under the altar!"

Tears trembled in her big eyes, and she was extremely frightened.

“But Master, if Grandpa Ten-Winged Angel left the treasure in the temple, it must be related to that altar.”

"Grandpa Blue said that the Angel Clan is a top clan. No life can break into the temple. The treasure is stored under the altar, which is the safest place."

"Grandpa Ten-Winged Angel must think so too."

Zhao Yin frowned. Although he didn't get a definite answer, he didn't make things difficult for the little angel.

Her words were correct. With the arrogance of the angels, they should be right under the altar.

For the gods, the treasure is there, and it is also the safest place.

If even the altar is not safe, it only proves that the god is dead.

The gods are all dead, what is the use of treasures?

He led everyone towards the depths of the hall.

Soon, they reached the depths of the hall.

"Little Aman, go and have a look!"

The little angel immediately flew forward, and after searching for a while...

"Master, here!"

Zhao Yin looked intently and, sure enough, there was a divine pattern there that was the same as the one in the Bru Temple.