How to be a successful magic pet

The incarnation of Deimos, the god of light, rushed out angrily, and his anger and divine power soared to an incredible level.The bright and dazzling streamer came instantly, and just when the divine power was about to touch the silky white fur on the panda's forehead, that huge body suddenly disappeared, and the light hit the sky, piercing the blue sky and rushing to the boundless sky.He blinked again and saw that Ye Chi had regained his human form, standing where the panda was standing on its hind legs.

This false god who could only hide behind other people's backs to provoke secretly, can now escape the blow of the power of the supreme angel. This speed of progress is so fast that it is unimaginable!He has grown so much in just a few months. If he is given a little more time, will he be able to fully inherit the power of God the Father?

No way, that power is his!One blow after another, Deimos casts high-level magic that is not inferior to divine power in the posture of a supreme angel, hitting the hateful enemy on the opposite side who is too tired to dodge, has no time to accumulate strength, and organizes a threatening counterattack.

"Cthulhu, your majesty cannot destroy my way, and you will be the last one to be suppressed!" The God of Light dodged the dragon flames from behind and the sword wind from below, and took out his godhead from his arms—— Originally, in order to keep a low profile, he only used the angel's body to descend, but now he was beaten in the face by someone, and his helper was called in three times to one. Naturally, he couldn't keep a low profile.

Although the Starlight Godhead he brought this time is not as high as the Godhead of War God, the power he can use after turning into a god is not much lower.Deimos had laid an unbreakable God's Barrier around his body, and just as he was pressing the godhead on his chest to absorb it, his movements suddenly froze—he actually felt the breath of his body, the purest and noblest breath of light.

"My divine body..." The God of Light's eyes widened suddenly, and without caring about absorbing the divine spark, he broke the barrier and flew straight towards the source of that breath.The closer he flew, the clearer he could see that his natural enemy, Pang Dawang, was holding a cylinder-shaped unknown object in his hand, which was white in color and smooth in appearance, and shone with bright stars, like a huge gemstone.

But his divine power was obviously flowing on it, although it was covered by the magic power, how could the owner of his body not be able to tell it apart!Intense resentment filled the heart of the God of Light. He was like an enraged dragon, with murderous intent spurting out from every acupoint on his body, illuminating the space covered by dark clouds like night.

Countless monks and ordinary people were praising the majesty of God at this moment, and the power of faith poured into the body of the God of Light continuously, making this angelic body temporarily possess the power of a god.He raised his right hand, and was about to use divine power to wipe out all the enemies here, when the wings on his back suddenly felt a bit of pain, as if a nail had been nailed to his fleshy wing, and then the whole piece of flesh was torn fiercely.Although the pain was not unbearable, he was still distracted and slowed down involuntarily.

In just this split second, he felt more and more painful places, and there was a terrible tearing feeling coming from the joints of the sixteen wings, fire wings, and light wings.He didn't even have time to feel the sequence of the pain, only his left shoulder had four usable wings, but they were on the same side, and he could neither fly nor maintain balance, so he crooked in a somewhat comical shape. Falling obliquely to the ground.

Waiting for him obliquely below is a huge dragon's mouth that can swallow his body.He could still see his wings falling at a faster speed, each wing was nailed with a black and glossy slender flying knife, shining with sharp light, it was not damaged by the erosion of the power of light, It seemed that he could fly out at any time and attack his only remaining four wings.

He has always been in a dominant position, how could he suddenly fall to this point?

The God of Light immediately used light elements to stabilize his body, and the four wings and twelve wing roots shook at the same time, and flesh and blood quickly entangled and grew out, with thin fluff growing on them.

It only takes 1 minute, no, half a minute, his damaged wings can grow back, and if he fuses with this godhead... Thinking of the godhead in his hand, Deimos felt that the godhead seemed to be in his hand He didn't stay very firmly, and he was shaking desperately as if he was alive, hitting his fingers, trying to escape from his hands.

But the godhead is just the embodiment of the law, how can it be possible to react autonomously?

He raised his head in shock, only to find that Pang Da Wang had pushed several kilometers in front of him, the snow-white cylinder he held in both hands had opened the lid, the semicircular mouth of the cylinder was facing him, and there was endless power coming from inside. suction.

his heart!A light of inspiration flashed in the mind of the God of Light, and his heart was placed in that tube, which is why he has such a strong attraction to the godhead.This evil god already has three godheads in his hands, but he has not yet become a real god, which means that he does not have the body of a real god at all, and cannot integrate the godhead.Then the godhead in his hand will fuse with his own heart after entering the tube, and then maybe a new god will be formed.

A new God of Starlight who is extremely loyal to him and capable is about to be born, to fight for him, and then return to his God's Domain to complete his body that has been silent for many years.The God of Light smiled, with a pure white light flowing in his palm, he engraved the curse that would make the god loyal to him forever, and threw it towards the cylinder.

The light in the tube attracted the radiant and beautiful godhead, and it sank into it instantly, but failed to cultivate a new god as he expected, but was taken into the sleeve by Ye Chi without any movement.

The battlefield is changing rapidly, and no change is already the biggest change.When Deimos was still waiting for a new young god to be born in his heart, a giant dragon with the same color as the light had already bit his finger; another one also fused with the body of light, possessing an aura that made him defenseless The human beings even swung their swords down on the head, and slashed right on the fontanel of the gods.

A line of blood dripped from the snow-white and handsome face of the God of Light, his throat made a gurgling sound, and he stared at Ye Chi who had already rushed in front of him in pain and disbelief.He was still holding the little bear trash can in his hand, and patted the heart of the God of Light with his free hand, and said pitifully: "Your divine body has already been refined into this trash can, so it's useless even if you return it, right? But Don't worry, there are only two godheads in it, and no non-recyclable garbage is left, I still maintain basic respect for you."

The God of Light could no longer feel the pain of the shattered sternum, and was simply vomiting blood because of his words.His body, the supreme god, was turned into a trash can, and he was even induced to lose a starlight godhead. This humiliation was heavier than the previous failure.Those cold blue star eyes were full of bloodshot eyes, tremblingly stretched out their fingers and pointed at the young man in black robes and white robes, who was so mighty and domineering as if covered with a halo, his mouth moved slightly, but when he made a sound, he had already returned to the divine body of the upper realm In the middle, with blood, he scolded angrily: "No matter where you hide, I will use your blood to wash away the insult I have received!"

The archangel's body fell straight to the ground. The believers who were still resisting in the Holy Land saw the decline of the main god they enshrined with their own eyes. They were implanted with an indelible shadow in their hearts, and their movements became slow.The dazzling light disappeared, and the dark clouds pressed down on their heads, as if mourning their past glory and telling the doomed silent future.

Winchester turned into a human body, put the angel's body into the space ring, and summoned the dragons to stop attacking.This time, the task of forming a group to slap faces has been completed beyond the standard, and it is important for them to go home as soon as possible.The faces of the young house dragons were all flushed with fighting spirit, their eyes were much brighter, and they finally had the feeling of young people's blood boiling.

Evan also flew over with the sword, stood on the top of the cloud and put away the long sword, his fingertips slid across the blade that had just been stained with the blood of the God of Light, his eyes were full of regret.He was not sad because he hurt the main god he believed in before, but regretted that he had believed in such a god. After the start of this war, the God of Light never paid half his attention to protecting these believers. For my own sake, the fight was also to seize the trash can and godhead in Ye Chi's hands. How could there be half a cent of divine mercy written in the scriptures?

The few encounters on St. Peter's Mount hadn't given him such a deep feeling. Only now did he recognize the true face of the main god he once believed in, and completely abandoned the last trace of wavering.Sighing, Evan put away his long sword, hugged Ye Chi from behind, put his cheek on his shoulder, pressed his back tightly to his arms, and slid his lips over the bloody skin from the battle, in front of everyone. The dragon's face showed affection.

Ye Chi patted the back of his hand lightly, as if comforting and as if promising, he treated this ill-fated little master very tenderly: "Everything will be fine, and I will take everyone into it when I refine St. Peter's Mountain." God's Domain, and then take the Life Godhead from the God of Light, and we will have more children."

Winchester coldly swept the dragons around, forcing their curiosity back into their stomachs, and leaned closer to the two, quietly holding Ye Chi's hand from below, sharing the sweet moment of the journey.

On the way back, Ye Chi made a special trip to the Duke's mansion, and saw the Duke lying in Rose's long fur with a group of pandas in the Warcraft Garden in the backyard.Although his facial paralysis could not be cured, the pleasant atmosphere exuded from being close to his beloved stuffed creature was unmistakable.

After Ye Chi and the others entered, he was still lazily lying on the stomach of the three-headed dog, without any intention of hiding his hobbies, he just raised his eyelids slightly: "Where have you been, maybe you talked to the Patriarch?" What conditions?"

Ye Chi smiled boldly, with a domineering look on his delicate and handsome face: "We went directly to negotiate terms with the God of Light. Now that the holy land in the north has been smashed to nothing, it's too late for the church to find someone to rebuild it. It’s probably been a long time since I’ve had time to find trouble with the Panda Memorial Hall. I’ll keep a few more Pandas here, and you can just persuade His Majesty the Emperor, and leave all issues at the level of gods to professionals!”

The Duke's eyelids were all lifted, and there was finally a wave of fluctuation on his usually gloomy and rigid face, his waist straightened up from the soft belly of the three-headed dog, his muscles tensed, and he asked, "What?"

Winchester took out the pope's crown from the interspatial ring and waved it in front of his eyes: "Look, we took it from the head of the God of Light. The aesthetics of the gods also tend to be this kind of gorgeous white gems and metals." , your skirt has gone astray, and things that go against the mainstream are considered noble."

The impact of this crown on Duke Raoul was not as great as that of "contrary to the mainstream" and "evil ways". When he sneered, his lips parted a line, and there was a scornful light in the eyes of the dead fish: "Only old men cling to tradition. Real art needs fashion vitality. There is nothing to say about such outdated things!"

Having lived for tens of thousands of years, Yinlong, who recently felt youthful against the backdrop of the older elves, was very sensitive to the phrase "old man", snorted coldly, and turned to his little wife's arms for comfort.Evan originally wanted to mediate the artistic dispute between the two, but in the blink of an eye, his panda was snatched away by the old dragon, and he squeezed over unceremoniously, allowing the Duke to once again confirm with his own eyes the Panda King's love. The legend of obscenity.

Miss Rose snickered with her middle head buried under her paws, and the other two heads moved slightly away, leaving two silhouettes with their mouths open.Fortunately, the dragons sat in the living room in front and didn't follow in, and they missed this blinding jealousy scene once.Ye Chi stood in the courtyard hugging left and right, pretending that he couldn't see or hear anything, so he brought out more than a dozen pandas and left them for the Duke to build a memorial hall for King Fat Da.

"These pandas can also be auctioned to other countries. The Mammon Empire has tried auctioning. The price the nobles are willing to pay is very high. Some people are even willing to give the land. You try to ask for as high a price as possible."

Following the etiquette of no evil, the Duke jumped into the group of pandas. He was indifferent to these guys who looked like humans, and waved his hand very naturally: "I will go to the palace to discuss this matter with His Majesty. If you need a room Let Sims arrange it so that he can live anywhere except my room."

He went out with a few pandas in his arms, and Ye Chi stomped his feet to create stratus clouds. He refused the duke's offer of a room and other things, and flew to St. Peter's Mountain with everyone from the Dragon Clan.

It only took half a month to go out this time, but when he went back and saw the two little pandas again, Ye Chi felt that many years had passed, and the pair of little children seemed to have grown up rapidly during the days when they were away from him. The hair on both arms is thick and black, and the white hair has faded a lot, making it more neat and round.

They still couldn't speak, but when they saw their father's face, they smiled, raised their limp forelegs and swung them wildly, their soft cries pierced into their hearts, breaking the hearts of Ye Chi and Winchester. Beggared.Silvester hugged his son and sent it to Ye Chi's arms, while Winchester hugged his daughter with the ribbon on his back and coaxed him. After a few moments of coaxing, he remembered the art dispute with the Duke a few days ago, and immediately put his daughter in his arms. Let Ye Chi play, and ran back to the room murderously to make clothes for the two little pandas.

Ye Chi couldn't stop him, and hugged a pair of young sons in frustration and murmured in a low voice: "Such a small panda doesn't look good in clothes, or it's more important to make a set of elf robes and short skirts with steaming tails." ..."