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

"It's completely torn apart."

"We will be the enemy from now on."

"call!"

"If you can't eliminate him this time, it will be very difficult to kill him again in the future."

"Why!"

"Next... what should I do?"

"I feel like I can't do anything right!"

"Unless we kill him now."

"To get rid of future troubles!"

Motian, the first-class saint in the Dark Temple, suddenly became murderous, and his eyes were full of evil spirits when he looked at Fang Fan.

He wanted to do it, and wanted to avoid future troubles.

But he was afraid that something might happen.

So at the same time, I understand everything with my whole body and mind.

I feel very anxious in my heart.

For a while, I couldn't make up my mind.

He was thinking about the feasibility of this matter.

And even, what impact will it have on yourself in the end.

Thoughts rushed in my mind suddenly, and gradually, my consciousness was slowly weakening.

In fact, when he hesitated, it showed that this matter could not be carried out at all.

"The Saint of the Demon Heaven."

"give up."

"Don't waste your time here."

"Let's go now."

"It's all like this, what else do you want?"

"Until the Yellow River, you will never die?"

"The point is, there is no hope."

"Ouyangtu, the first-class saint of the Temple of the Light Alliance, has been fully involved. He can't be your help."

"Do you think there is any hope now if you rely on yourself?"

"There are two weak demigods from the Protoss beside Fang Fan as guards."

"You think you can break through their blockade?"

"Why bother?"

"Let's go back.

"No matter what you do, it will be a waste of time to fetch water from a bamboo basket."

Madman, the number one son of the Dark Temple, yawned and shrugged while talking.

At this moment, his state is simply sober in the world, and he has a clear understanding of all the current situation.

Now that this is the case, there is naturally nothing to say.

The rhythm is stable, what to do next, just do it, nothing.

Overall, it's not a big problem.

"Um?"

"Don't talk."

"Let me think, let me think again."

"Is there any room for manipulation in this matter?"

"It's not necessary to make up your mind arbitrarily now."

"It's not there yet."

"Look again, take a good look again."

"Whirring whirring……"

"Even if you don't attack that Fang Fan, you can still get involved in the battlefield on Ouyangtu's side."

Mo Tian, ​​the first-class saint in the Dark Temple, squinted his eyes, and the greed in his eyes was beyond words when he spoke.

"You mean... want to get a chestnut out of the fire?"

"Want to take the divine ladder from Ouyang Tu's hands?"

"Didn't you look like you were not interested in this divine ladder before?"

"At that time, you said it yourself, saying that this thing is basically useless, and you can only create a path to God if you get the Nine-section God Ladder."

"It's just a sacred ladder, didn't you say that you haven't taken it to heart yet?"

"how?"

"It was all nonsense?"

Madman, the first son of Heina Temple, curled his lips, and immediately let out a sound of contempt.

Things have developed to this point, what else is there to say?

The rhythm gradually becomes clearer, and the consciousness gradually clears up.

That's pretty much it, relatively speaking.

Very real, very clear.

"What do you know!"

"It's all strategy!"

"Do you know the strategy?"

"If I don't say that, can that old fox, Ouyangtu, be made to relax his vigilance?"

"I don't understand anything, just talking nonsense here!"

"Shut up now!"

"Do not talk nonsense!"

"Comprehensive situation, let people think again."

"Let me take a closer look."

"This is the most important thing!"

"Come out for a trip, and you can't gain nothing."

"It's too embarrassing to go back like this."

"Fang Fan can't move, how can I be unable to move an Ouyang disciple surrounded by groups?"

Mo Tian, ​​the first-ranked saint in the Dark Temple, took a deep breath, and had made up his mind at this moment.

...

Silently feeling Mo Tian's eyes move away from him, and then directly fell on Ouyang Tu, Fang Fan couldn't help raising his eyes, and the smile on his face grew more and more.

Interesting, indeed quite interesting.

The proper rhythm is being fully practiced.

"Dog bites dog, mouth hair."

"It seems that the time for the three-party decisive battle is not far away."

"It's just that the shortcomings will fall. In the end, who can decide the victory, and then take that divine ladder!"

Fang Fan folded his arms around his chest, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly. Just watching the play like this at the moment feels quite interesting.

"Tsk!"

"Fang Fan boy, kill and punish!"

"You boy is really too bad."

"If you let them know that what they are crazily snatching for it is just a fake ladder, I don't know how they will be angry in the end."

"Boy Fang Fan, don't leave in such a hurry."

"Take a good look first."

"Take a good look at the play before we talk."

"Anyway, the more you look at it, the more exciting it will be."

"Tsk! Interesting! Really interesting!"

"According to the development of this rhythm, it is impossible to say that this group of guys will choose to die together!"

"Two dogs fight, play off!"

"Fang Fan boy, whoever has an enmity with you boy, that is really a great misfortune!"

"You kid should try to trick them more in the future."

"Don't always try to trick me!"

"cough!"

"There's nothing wrong with me, is there?"

A muttering voice followed, while Bai Piao was talking, the smile on the corner of his mouth was fully displayed.

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

The more you watch, the more exciting, the more exciting you are.

Now even if Fang Fan and the others have fully picked out this matter, there is no danger at all.

The whole person silently relaxed a lot.

Fang Fan's eyes flickered slightly, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, everything was said in silence.

...

Of course, with so many people present, it is not without smart people.

Cao Ji, who had been dormant in the distance, couldn't help shrinking his neck, his eyes flickering.

"has a problem."

"There's a big problem."

"How could Fang Fan take out the divine ladder so easily?"

"Although the god ladder he threw has the breath of a true god."

"But this breath is not impossible to fake."

"For someone else, it might be easy to forge words."

"But for that Fang Fan, is it still a matter?"

"call!"

"So, what Ouyang Tu got was just a fake divine ladder?"

"And now he is being besieged frantically by these powerhouses of the Protoss in order to maintain this false god ladder. It seems that he has a tendency to be overwhelmed, and his body is gradually dying."

"Why is this necessary?"

"Should I remind him?"

Cao Ji gritted his teeth, his heart was like a mirror, and he couldn't help but fell into endless thoughts at this moment.

This Ouyang disciple...is it worth reminding him?

Even if he reminded him, would Ouyang Tu really believe him?