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

Chapter 3821 Great existence
If those stunned young people with blood serums heard such words, they would have to dig out their hearts and lungs, and take out everything about themselves.

But now Fang Fan is an old fried dough stick.

There has long been resistance to such radical rhetoric.

People talk about it a little bit, but you just listen to it a little bit and you'll be fine.

If you take it seriously, you lose.

"Ok!"

"Thank you for the love from Demon Heaven Saint."

Fang Fan shrugged, then said tepidly.

The first-class saint of the Dark Temple, Motian, raised his eyebrows, looking a little embarrassed at the moment.

He said so much just to make Fang Fan give an attitude.

But now it seems that Fang Fan has been so cold and arrogant from the beginning to the end, like a hedgehog covered with thorns, there is nowhere to start.

"Little friend Fang Fan, if you can join my Dark Temple, if this Ouyang apprentice makes any changes to you, then he is making an enemy of my Dark Temple. Even if I try my best, I will block it!"

"Fang Fan, you don't have to worry too much."

"I'm in the same realm as him. Although I'm not sure about killing him, it's okay to hold him back."

The first-class saint of the Dark Temple, Motian, began to hint frantically again.

In fact, the meaning is now more clear.

That is to say, as long as you join my dark temple, I can keep you.

If you don't join, it may be dangerous.

At a glance, that's probably what happened.

I understand everything I understand.

"fine."

"It's just a strong demigod, so I won't bother the devil and heavenly saint."

"It's fine if he doesn't bother."

"If it's really tossing, it's enough to kill it."

"Save the noise."

Fang Fan shrugged, while talking, his face gradually showed a calm expression.

This wave, there is nothing to say.

The rhythm seemed so calm.

While speaking, his eyes fluttered, and everything was silent.

The rhythm is steady and everything is steady.

The others are small problems.

"Destroy... exterminate?"

"hiss……"

"This... isn't this a bit too arrogant?"

"We... we'd better... it's better to stay a little longer."

"Rhythm... The rhythm can't be too chaotic."

Mo Tian, ​​the first-class saint in the Dark Temple, trembled and almost fell from the sky.

When Fang Fan said this, he didn't feel any pretence at all.

But I don't know why, but at the moment I feel like I'm full.

Could this be out of character?
Listen to what people say, how domineering are these words?
It looked like it was about to crush everything into place.

Even if the rhythm is chaotic, this consciousness has completely collapsed.

Duhunaihe, Duhunaihe.

There's really nothing to say about this shit.

Mental stability, this is the most important thing!

Otherwise, the whole line will collapse!

It's just that messy.

You can't say anything.

The more I think about it, the more I collapse.

"I thought I was crazy enough."

"I didn't expect this guy to be a hundred times more mad than me."

"Now even the strong demigods don't care."

"Magic Heavenly Saint, your kindness has been regarded as a donkey's liver and lungs."

"Oh yes, you don't have any good intentions at all. You are clearly raking grass and beating rabbits, and you also have your own little Jiujiu in your heart."

The first god son of the Dark Temple is generally not a madman, but once he does, he is very sincere.

Devil: "..."

"Don't speak if you can't speak."

"What I'm wondering now is whether this Fang Fan is telling the truth or is it a false statement."

"If it's just to pretend to say these words, it doesn't matter."

"The key now is to fear that this guy has any special ideas."

"If that's the case, then it's really a jerk."

"It's no small matter."

"Now Fang Fan and the guards around him already have the ability to fight against strong demigods?"

"call!"

"The speed of this person's growth is amazing!"

"How long has it been since this Divine Land was discovered?"

"In the beginning, this Fang Fan did not show off the mountains and waters, and no one cared about him at all."

"But since the realm of the Divine Land was discovered, all his miracles are amazing."

"Is this the strength of the reincarnated body of the true god?"

"Don't try to compete with such an existence in vain, it will become unfortunate."

"This Ouyang disciple may be out of luck."

The first-class saint of the Dark Temple, Motian, looked at Ouyang Tu in the distance, and then shook his head, with a hint of pity on his face.

This guy is already dying, he just doesn't know it yet.

sad!So sad!
Sadness flows like river!

The other ones don't have it, but also say a hammer.

Let this rhythm completely follow the chaos.

Feel it, that's what it is.

The more I think about it, the more irritable I feel.

Thousands of thoughts, consciousness is in chaos.

Let it all follow a full crotch pull!

This is the top priority!
"Forehead……"

"Magic Heavenly Saint, what did you see?"

"What do you believe in what people say?"

"Do you take it seriously when he said that he doesn't take the strong demigod in his eyes?"

"I also said that I don't even care about the true God?"

"What is the use?"

"Who can't play tricks? The key is to see the truth!"

"I've heard too many of these compelling words."

"You have to say something else, and I can still believe it."

"But I don't believe that Fang Fan's forces at the moment can fight against the strong demigods."

"Whether the strong demigods are in our dark temple or in the light alliance temple, they are the top powerhouses, and they are all first-class saints."

"Just tell me, there are only a few strong demigods in our dark temple?"

"He? It's too bad."

The first god son of the Dark Temple, the madman, pouted, and couldn't help but want to belittle it.

Such thoughts swarmed in my heart, and they couldn't go away in a while.

There are thousands of thoughts, consciousness gradually floats, and feelings become more and more elegant.

The more you think about it, the more the rhythm expands!

It is normal for Tianjiao to look down on each other.

They always feel that they are the strongest.

Facing the madman's question, Motian did not directly refute it.

No matter how much you say now, it's useless.

See the actual chapter for the facts.

"An amazing presence, rising."

"If the Temple of Light Alliance does not have any disputes with such an existence, it will be able to completely suppress our Dark Temple within a hundred years."

"Or they're too stupid."

"A good hand, I was beaten by myself!"

"Ah!"

"This is what gives our Dark Temple a chance to breathe."

"Even if we can't win this Fang Fan, the Temple of Darkness, we must not let the Temple of Light Alliance win it."

"When necessary, it may not be impossible to cut weeds and roots!"

"His existence is an alternative! It's too dangerous."

The first-class saint of the Dark Temple, Mo Tian, ​​licked his lips, and his breathing gradually became more rapid.

(End of this chapter)