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

Ouyang Tu looked impatient.

While shouting, the posture of gnashing teeth was fully displayed, while speaking, the brows were completely wrinkled, such a posture, let alone talk to anyone.

Once the rhythm is stabilized, the next many things can be fully grasped.

"knew."

"You don't need to remind me!"

The first saint in the dark temple, Mo Tian, ​​gave a dark shout, and immediately rushed towards Fang Fan's position without procrastination.

Xue Wanren and Wu Meiling's expressions changed suddenly, and they hurried up to resist.

But before he got close to Motian, his body was pushed aside, without the slightest strength to resist.

The gap between the weak demigod and the strong demigod is revealed here!

At this moment, Wu Meiling, the deputy head of the Guangming Academy who was in the quasi-demigod state, was spitting out blood. This scene showed that the despair in her heart was fully gathered, and her thoughts were completely chaotic.

The rhythm is out of order.

Everything will follow collapse!

When everything is broken, what else is there to say?

All followed cold.

It's messed up, totally messed up.

That's all.

"Fang Fan!"

"escape!"

"Run away!"

"do not hesitate!"

"This is killing me with jealousy!

"He came here to kill you!"

"If you hesitate for a moment, you won't be able to escape!"

"Quick!"

"I can't hold it anymore!"

Xue Wanren, the deputy head of the Guangming Academy let out a roar, and bean-sized drops of sweat fell from his forehead.

Fang Fan's brows were frowned into Sichuan characters, and his face was pondering for a moment.

Right now, it's a mess.

Originally, he could have chosen to bring everyone directly into the small world of Chu Tian Pavilion.

Because everyone gathers together and can enter together, there will be no deviation.

As for Cathy and Shen Qiu, although they are on the periphery, and relying on their strength, even if they cannot resist the joint attack of Mo Tian and Ouyang Tu, they will definitely not have a big problem if they want to escape.

Now Wu Meiling and Xue Wanren are here.

They are scattered around.

If Fang Fan left with Bai Piao and others now, Mo Tian and Ouyang Tu, who were in a panic, would definitely attack Wu Meiling and Xue Wanren by then.

At that time, they will be really dangerous.

Fang Fan's mind began to conduct a comprehensive brainstorming.

The more I think about it now, the more messy my consciousness becomes.

The rhythm is chaotic, the eyes tremble, and I really don't know how to act.

It's a mess...it's all a mess.

"Dead!"

"You really were lying to me just now!"

"Ah!"

"If you really have enough hole cards, how can you watch them get hurt without doing anything?"

"It seems that you are also at the end of your rope!"

"If I knew today, why bother?"

"At that time, I came to win you over. Wouldn't it be fine if you agreed?"

"Isn't it good to come to my dark temple to be the number one son of God? Do you have to toss?"

"It's all right now, let's toss yourself in."

"It is said that you are the reincarnation of a true god, and I, Motian, want to feel the feeling of killing a god."

"Since you have devoted yourself to the light camp, it means that you should be the true god of the light camp."

"I, Motian, killed the true gods of the light camp with my own power. At that time, the supreme true gods of the dark camp will definitely send me endless rewards."

"hiss!"

"That's not a bad thing."

"I wanted to kill you and maintain the peace of my dark temple, but I didn't expect there to be surprises."

"Okay! If that's the case, this saint can't be merciful!"

The first-class saint of the Dark Temple seemed very excited at the moment. While talking, his footsteps gradually became fluttering, and in his mind, all kinds of feelings followed!

Thoughts were flying, and the rhythm became cheerful.

At this moment, there seemed to be an extremely powerful energy fluctuation sweeping in the distance.

"Um?"

Motian's body trembled slightly, his suspicions gradually rose again, his brows frowned, his expression changed abruptly, his thoughts were full of thoughts, the more he thought, the more messy his feelings became, and for a while, his whole body fluttered and fluttered. numbness.

I always feel that the situation is not very good.

Some of these formalized things can't be grasped.

What is going to happen next.

"Strange energy fluctuations..."

"At least a dozen demigods rushed over."

"Could it be this guy's handwriting?"

"If...if this is the case, the situation will be bad."

"If you are not careful, you may be cut off from the horse."

"The rhythm is even more chaotic."

"Next, what are we going to do?"

Mo Tian stopped moving for a while, looked into the distance with sharp eyes, and then wanted to stabilize a little more.

...

"just in front!"

"They're right ahead!"

"I can't escape!"

"Quick! Quick! Go faster!"

"Don't hesitate! Don't hesitate!"

"Faster...faster!"

Crazy shouts followed, and not far away, the eyes of Talha, the third-class god general of Tianlin City, turned blood red. At this moment, his teeth were clenched tightly, and his breathing seemed extremely rapid.

Surging heart, let alone talk to someone.

Now I just want to rush over.

Unbearable.

The rhythm also gradually became chaotic.

Those things in consciousness trembled crazily, and his eyes were extremely blood red.

Invincible mentality, let alone tell anyone!

Crazy stab! Crazy flutter!

Immediately invincible!

He saw hope, saw dreams, and saw that damned mysterious alien leader!

Including the group of foreigners, all of them are there!

The time to catch everything has arrived!

Originally, his heart was about to go cold, and he felt that he would not be able to pursue him, and felt that he would take the risk of sneaking into the cities of those foreigners and taking the opportunity to search for Fang Fan.

In this case, although it is feasible, the risk factor can be imagined.

On his side, there are only two weak demigods of the protoss, and with him, there are eleven quasi-demigods of the protoss in total, and the rest are a hundred high-ranking saints of the protoss.

Hundreds of people were killed in a hurry.

There is only one purpose at this moment, to kill Fang Fan! Take back the treasure of the city lord!

"I didn't expect that this group of people didn't hurry back after winning the treasure, but were still waiting here to die."

"This great achievement is definitely bestowed on me by God!"

"Hahaha!"

"Take them down! Go ask the city lord for credit!"

"Brothers, the opportunity has come!"

Quaid, the second-rank general of Tianlin City, who had always seemed sluggish, suddenly regained his energy.

The feeling of the willows and flowers brightening another village is really cool!

Now there is an extreme sense of stimulation all over the body and mind, and I can't wait to stab directly in place.

Invincible heart, let alone tell anyone.

Keep going!

Bring the rhythm!

The speed fluttered.

This is the feeling you want!

Invincible! Invincible! Invincible!

There are thousands of thoughts, and the consciousness is completely messed up!

Just don't be too cool!