The strongest card supplier of the god-level system in the apocalypse

Chapter 1178
"The creatures here look black and white..."

"Even the blood is black..."

"The cultivators who come from outside are all colorful..."

"Interesting, really interesting!"

Fang Fan squinted his eyes, sighed subconsciously, and there were flashes of light in his eyes.

The leader of the black-maned beast has been beheaded, which is equivalent to eliminating a three-star emperor-level monster. Now only the three-star emperor-level monster that is the leader of the arm ape monkey needs to be paid attention to. As for the others, they are completely slaughtered. ...

One massacre can kill everything!
Fang Fan smiled slightly, and the law pistol in his hand began to condense law bullets again...

"To deal with this exhausted three-star emperor-level monster, the law bullets formed by the two laws are completely enough..."

"After all, this already has the power of a three-star emperor."

"If these monster leaders were in their heyday, it might take a little more effort, but now the black-maned beast group and the arm ape group have lost both sides, and it is much easier to kill them."

Fang Fan smiled slightly, and led the army under his command to embark on a sweeping journey.

While beheading these black-maned beasts and arm apes, Fang Fan did not forget to gradually collect the source of God's power that overflowed around him.

10 minutes later, the battle was married, and only the black blood and the corpses of black-maned beasts and arm apes remained on the ground...

This wave has already won!

"The original scale of the black-maned beast group and the arm-armed ape group was tens of thousands... and the overall strength is much stronger than the black cloud leopard that was slaughtered before. In the end, more than 2000 strands of God's source power were collected..."

"According to this speed, one more wave of attracting monsters will be able to gather the power of the gods needed to confer the eighth-rank god position to the judge of the underworld!"

A smile gradually appeared on Fang Fan's face, this wave was very refreshing!Let him completely feel the carefree feeling!

"Hahaha! A lot of God's Origin Power! Send it! Let's send it!"

"Tsk tsk tsk... I'm worried that I won't be able to find a monster to slaughter! I didn't expect the heavens to favor me!"

Suddenly there was a burst of devilish laughter in the distance, and a young man with a fair complexion rushed over excitedly, with a greedy look in his eyes.

"Young sect master, it seems that someone over there has stepped up first!"

"It's too much for us to be so obvious..."

A more honest follower said subconsciously.

Snapped……

A big ear scraper slapped it directly.

"What is Ming Qiang? Your whole family is Ming Qiang!"

"These black-maned beasts and apes are the ones we discovered first, okay?"

"Then we followed the two herds from behind. When we got here, the two herds felt that they had nowhere to go, so they all committed suicide!"

"Can they commit suicide without our pursuit?"

"So who do you say is the source of God's power that overflowed after the death of this monster?"

The guy called the Young Sect Master said arrogantly, with a look of arrogance on his face.

"But...but we just saw these monsters..."

Snapped……

As it turns out, being too honest isn't very good in this day and age.

This honest servant covered his face, and the innocent expression on his face became more and more obvious...

He didn't say anything wrong!Why beat him at every turn?It really doesn't hurt to hit the face!

Can't even tell the truth?Too domineering!
"You know what a fart! Ben Shao said that if he chases after him, he will chase after him!"

"Hehe! Otherwise, you think that relying on them, you can kill thousands of black-maned beasts and ape monsters? How is it possible!"

"Brothers, collect the source of God for me! This young master will reward you a lot!"

The pale-skinned young man strode out, shouting excitedly.

"These monsters were killed by us!"

"So the source of God is also ours! You can stop now and live."

Fang Fan waved the long sword in his hand and walked over calmly.

"Why did you kill me? Who the hell do you think you are? Dare to be arrogant in front of our Zixiaomen?"

"Just you guys, dare to act presumptuously in front of this young master?"

Zhu Hui, the young master of Zixiaomen, held his head high, full of arrogance...

"So, is it going to be robbed?"

"Whoever crosses the thunder pool by one step, beheaded!"

Fang Fan glanced coldly at the uninvited guests in front of him, the robbery was all on his head, it was really desperate!
"My Cao! How dare you threaten me, me..."

"Young sect master, don't be impulsive..."

Just when the young master of the Zixiao sect was about to speak, the servant who had raised his voice to remind him quickly grabbed Zhu Hui, the young master of the Zixiao sect.

"Grass! What are you doing? Haven't you been beaten enough?"

The eyes of Zhu Hui, the young master of the Zixiao Sect, flickered with hostility, and he was about to raise his palm as he spoke.

"Don't rush to fight!"

"Young sect master, look at that golden dragon, does it look very familiar... We... We seem to have bumped into Fang Fan..."

Shicheng retinue took a deep breath and said with a look of horror.

"What kind of golden dragon is not a golden dragon..."

"Huh? Golden Dragon? Fang Fan? Is it Fang Fan, the son-in-law of the Chentian Clan? Fang Fan who cut off the arms of the young master of the Heavenly Sword Palace? It's the one who successively captured the spirit of the earth demon and a piece of supreme precision at the auction." Fang Fan of the holy vessel?"

"By the way...he has two battle pets who have inspired the Seven Laws of the Emperor's Heavenly Tribulation under his hands, and they have both been promoted and broken through..."

"hiss……"

The young sect master of Zixiaomen let out a sigh while talking, his eyes flickered, and his complexion couldn't help but gradually become flushed...

Seeing his young sect master like this, the honest follower breathed a sigh of relief.

"Young sect master, let's not be dead, let's withdraw first. We can't afford to provoke a big boss of this level. They don't even look down on people from the third-rank forces Tianjian Palace and Dishazong. Let Zixiao The door is a fourth-rank force, don't join in the fun!"

"And I have a bad feeling..."

Shicheng's retinue hurriedly exhorted from the side, and this exhortation sounded decent...

Snapped……

A slap in the face sounded again, and that honest follower was dumbfounded again...

Damn, it's only been a few minutes, and I've been slapped three times!Are you addicted to labor?
"Young sect master..."

Shicheng's subordinate covered his face and stared at the young master of Zixiaomen, with a look of grievance...

Do you want to live?
"You idiot!"

"He was indeed a boss when he was outside. If I saw him, I would definitely run away!"

"But here... is the Chentian Secret Realm!"

"Which of your combat strength can display above the level of a one-star emperor?"

"There are level combat power restrictions here!"

"Here, so what if it's a strong man from the sanctuary? That's just a one-star emperor with a bit thicker blood!"

"Our Zixiao Sect has never sent anyone!"

"Let's go!"

The face of Zhu Hui, the young master of Zixiaomen, gradually turned red. Fang Fan was the symbol of the treasury!

Who doesn't know that Fang Fan has countless treasures?

Not to mention anything else, the spirit of Earth Fiend alone is worth [-] star cores!

Not to mention that Fang Fan was still killing the Quartet at the auction at that time, would he lose the God Crystal and Star Core?

As long as they catch it, their Zixiao goalkeeper will be able to gain weight!
"All the cultivators of Zixiaomen, follow me and kill them!"

"To capture Fang Fan alive, I will reward you with one trillion top-grade divine crystals!"

"Behead Fang Fan, I will reward you with 1000 billion top-grade divine crystals!"

"The opportunity to make a fortune is here! What are you waiting for!"

Zhu Hui, the young master of the Zixiaomen, gave an order, and the two thousand Zixiaomen practitioners who followed him immediately let out a series of shocking shouts, and then rushed out crazily.

Zixiaomen is a fourth-rank force. According to the previous rules, there are 1 places to enter the Chentian Secret Realm, and one-tenth of them are cultivators above the Emperor Master Realm of one star!There are 200 people!
This shows that it has the peak combat power of the two hundred and one-star Emperor Master Realm!How powerful?How terrifying!
On the other hand, around Fang Fan, there are only thirty combat units at full count...

Thirty against two thousand... This is a qualitative crushing!
Zhu Hui, the young master of Zixiaomen, thought in his heart, the smiles on his face became more and more, and the sound of breathing gradually became real...the smile on his face gradually revealed.

I thought it would be great to be able to snatch some of the source of God this time, who would have thought that I would encounter such a big boss as Fang Fan?This is really the blessing bestowed on him by God!
"Stop! Stop everyone! Don't go!"

The honest follower made up with cold sweat on his forehead, and then stopped in front of everyone and shouted loudly.

"Nie Yan! Are you crazy? How dare you disobey my orders? You don't want to live anymore?"

Zhu Hui, the young master of the Zixiao Sect, had bulging veins on his forehead, feeling that his majesty had suffered a great blow.

"Young sect master, I didn't mean to disobey, if we rush over, we will die!"

"If Boss Fang Fan was so easy to deal with, he would be dead already!"

"Don't you remember that when he was in Chentian City, several quasi-sages wanted to attack him, but in the end? This big brother Fang Fan is still safe and sound!"

"And the person standing behind him is the Chentian Clan! He is the son-in-law of the Chentian Clan! Even if we have a [-]% chance of defeating him, it is the Chentian Clan who will offend him in the end!"

"Our Zixiao Sect has no chance of winning against the Shangchen Celestial Clan. This is a mortal situation..."

The sincere subordinate Nie Yan earnestly advised...

Snapped……

clap clap clap...

He was greeted by several slaps.

"go away!"

"Kill them all, who knows I killed them?"

"It is absolutely impossible for labor and capital to give up the treasury!"

"Don't block my way! Go away!"

"Don't be silly, I'll kill you too!"

"How dare you disturb my army's morale, you are courting death!"

While talking, the young sect master of Zixiaomen kicked that honest follower aside, and then rushed towards Fang Fan excitedly.

Fang Fan folded his arms around his chest, looking at the farce in front of him, feeling rather dumbfounded.

He has never understood this operation...

But since some people want to die, Fang Fan can only help them...

"You could have lived, but unfortunately, you ruined your last chance of survival."

Fang Fan looked at Zhu Hui, the young master of Zixiaomen, and said something coldly.

As he spoke, he immediately glanced at the honest follower who was kicked to the ground in the distance, with a strange look on his face.

This guy is interesting.

Not to mention anything else, just this insight is extraordinary.

It's just that people are too sincere...

This kind of sincerity is a top priority in the eyes of ordinary people, but it is an advantage in Fang Fan's eyes.

……

Fang Fan's attention was once again focused on this battle. With 30 people fighting against 2000 people, there are still some challenges.

And not every one of those 30 will be able to fight.

For example, the eight cultivators in Chasing Soul Pavilion, Ziling Palace, and Motian Pavilion are all ten-star kings, weak real kings, and extreme real kings. They can play a very limited role in such a battlefield!

What Fang Fan can rely on are the Blood Shura Legion, the Yellow Turban Peace Warlock Legion, the heroes Galen and Vega, and the little Golden Dragon and the law pistol in his own hand!

"Rahu, lead the blood Shura army to block the enemy's attack!"

"Galen, focus on targeting the cultivators with high evil values ​​in the enemy army!"

"Little Golden Dragon, roam and kill!"

"Guan Hai! Let the Yellow Turban Taiping Warlock use the group attack skills [Curse] and [Corrosion]! Minimize the opponent's state!"

"In addition, use the [Sacrifice Call] exclusive skill to make the souls of the dead in this ground tremble!"

Fang Fan uttered an indifferent voice, although their numbers are small, it doesn't mean their combat power is weak!

And the small number can be compensated in other ways!

For example, the [Sacrifice Summoning] skill of the Yellow Turban Warlock Legion!
"According to the Lord!"

Guan Hai was wearing a sorcerer's robe, and softly began to chant spells from behind...

Warlock, this is a mysterious and powerful profession!
Once their strange combat power is activated, it will make the enemy feel mysterious!

I still remember that when we were still weak, the Yellow Turban Warlocks at that time frequently summoned tens of thousands of skeleton soldiers to join the battlefield, making a comeback against the wind!

At that time the feeling is really carefree!
"curse!"

Guan Hai and a group of Yellow Turban Taiping Warlocks chanted, and then the Zixiaomen cultivators in front of them began to slow down one by one, their eyelids gradually sank, the wrinkles on their faces began to increase, and some even twitched to the end...

Seeing the magic effect of the Yellow Turban Taiping Warlock Legion, Fang Fan smiled slightly, and the smile on his face couldn't help but increase, and then looked at the introduction of the [Curse] skill.

"Curse: Curse the enemy in front of you, making them tired, old, and convulsive."

This is a group skill, not only for individuals, but for attacking large areas, which is the charm of group attack skills.

When it's time to really fight, it's a massacre, a massacre for no reason!

During the massacre, whoever dares to stop will die!

"This... what the hell is this!"

"Damn it! What's the matter with you? Why didn't you rush? Keep going! Whoever dares to be lazy, I'll kill whoever!"

Zhu Hui, the young master of Zixiaomen, showed anger, seeing that the supreme wealth was about to fall into his hands, but at this moment, a moth unexpectedly appeared?Is this still a chicken feather?The mentality just collapsed, okay?

"Young sect master, you are so tired! We are so tired!"

"Young sect master, my body can't stop twitching, I can't do it..."

"Young Clan Master, my hair suddenly turned white..."

The morale of the army has been slackened.

Of the two thousand Zixiaomen practitioners, only a few hundred were actually recruited, but most of them felt a sense of fear in their hearts after being exaggerated by them.

(End of this chapter)