Divine System of the Strongest Card Supplier in the End Times (Doomsday Strongest Cards Supplier)

If those stunned youths who have just started their blood serum heard such words, they would want to dig out their hearts and souls, and take out everything about themselves.

But now Fang Fan is already an old fritter.

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.

"Um!"

"Thank you, Demon Heaven Saint, for your love."

Fang Fan shrugged, then said in a nonchalant manner.

Mo Tian, ​​the first-class saint in the Dark Temple, 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."

Motian, the first-class saint in the Dark Temple, immediately began to hint crazily again.

In fact, the meaning expressed now is relatively 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 the case.

I understand everything.

"fine."

"It's just a strong demigod, so don't bother with the demon heavenly saint."

"It's fine if he doesn't toss about anything."

"If it's really tossing, just kill it."

"Save the noise."

Fang Fan shrugged, and while talking, a calm expression gradually appeared on his face.

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 can be steady.

Others that have or don't have it are all small problems.

"Destroy...kill?"

"hiss……"

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

"We... we'd better... it's better to hang on."

"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 pretense at all.

But I don't know why, but at this moment, I feel that it is full of force.

Can this be unreasonable?

Listen to what people say, how domineering are these words?

It looked like it was about to crush everything into place.

It doesn't matter if the rhythm is chaotic, this consciousness has also completely collapsed.

In vain call Naihe, in vain call Naihe.

There's really nothing to say about this stuff.

Stay calm, 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 crazier than me."

"Now even the strong demigods are ignored."

"Holy One, your kindness has been treated like a donkey's liver and lungs."

"Oh, that's right. You don't have any good intentions at all. You are clearly just hugging grass and beating rabbits. You also have your own little Jiujiu in your heart."

Madman, the first son of the Dark Temple, usually doesn't speak, but when he speaks, he is very sincere.

Mo Tian: "..."

"If you can't speak, don't speak."

"What I'm wondering now is whether what Fang Fan is telling is the truth, or is it false and evasive."

"It doesn't matter if you say these words purely for the sake of pretense."

"The key now is that this guy has some special ideas."

"In this case, it's really finished."

"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 at which this person grows is amazing!"

"How long has it been since this sacred territory was discovered?"

"In the beginning, Fang Fan didn't show his face, so no one cared about him at all."

"But since the territory of God's 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, it will become unfortunate."

"This Ouyang student may be in trouble."

Mo Tian, ​​the first-class saint in the Dark Temple, looked at Ouyang Tu in the distance, then shook his head, showing a hint of pity on his face.

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

sad! so sad!

Sadness flows like river!

Some of the other ones are missing, and they even talk about 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.

There are thousands of thoughts, and the consciousness is in chaos.

Let all this follow the full hip pull!

This is the most important thing!

"Forehead……"

"Holy One, what do you see?"

"What do you believe in what people say?"

"If he said that he doesn't take the strong demigod seriously?"

"I also said that I didn't even pay attention to 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."

"If you say something else, I can still believe it."

"But I don't believe that Fang Fan's current power can fight against a strong demigod."

"Whether the strong demigods are in our Dark Temple or in the Light Alliance Temple, they are all top powerhouses, and they are all first-class saints."

"Just tell me, how many strong demigods are there in our Dark Temple?"

"Him? It's too bad."

Madman, the first son of the Dark Temple, curled his lips, and couldn't help but want to belittle him.

Such thoughts gathered in my heart, and they couldn't disappear for a while.

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

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

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

They always think they are the strongest.

Faced with the madman's doubts, Motian did not directly refute.

It's useless to say more now.

See the truth.

"A remarkable existence is rising."

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

"Or they're too stupid."

"A good hand of cards is badly played by myself!"

"Ah!"

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

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

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

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

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