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

This guy really fell into the eyes of money.

In this heart, apart from the treasures and fragments of the sacred stone, it doesn't consider the current situation at all.

"That Motian is still watching, there is no chance for us."

"We have more than enough protection for ourselves, but if we want to choose to wipe them all out, it will be somewhat impossible."

"And there are bound to be more dangers to come."

"never mind."

"Don't bother."

"It's bound to happen then."

"Rhythm, hold on."

"But don't mess around."

"Something will happen then."

Fang Fan narrowed his eyes, and his eyes flickered as he spoke.

Now at this time, the wish has been achieved, and it is almost time to stop.

"Fang Fan is right."

"It's all about security."

"If they wake up and realize that the divine ladder is still on Fang Fan, they may unite and attack us."

"We don't need to take that risk."

"Walk!"

"Go!"

"do not hesitate!"

"While they are fighting fiercely, for the time being, they can't take care of us!"

"Whirring whirring!"

"Speed... faster, faster!"

"Nobody stop!"

"Fast pace! Move!"

Xue Wanren, deputy head of Guangming Academy, waved his hand, and then took the lead to evacuate towards the distance.

Fang Fan and his party retreated silently.

The battle in the distance is still going on.

Ouyang Tu, who had been paying attention to Fang Fan and the others, had his eyes burst!

It's this guy who entrapped himself so badly!

How could this guy escape so easily now?

If this is the case, he can't make it through in his heart!

That kind of crazy and anxious mood fluttered wildly in his mind, and he was a little speechless for a while.

His complexion was extremely ruthless, and his body and mind exploded back to the original point.

Nothing.

Follow the established rhythm, follow the established route, and just play like this.

"Fang Fan! Sinister! Don't go!"

"Magic Heaven!"

"Did you see that!"

"Fang Fan, the little bastard, must have felt guilty, so he ran away with the real ladder!"

"You idiot, what are you still staring at me for?"

"You will gain nothing by staring at me!"

"Huh...huh, how many times have I told you, why...why don't you believe me!"

"What else do you want me to do, you can believe it!"

"On weekdays, aren't you very clever?"

"When cheating on me, every cheater will be accurate!"

"What's the matter now?"

"ah?"

"Why are you depressed?"

"Get up! Stand up!"

"Didn't you hear what I said to you?"

The roaring sound suddenly gathered in his mind, and Ouyang Tu was covered in blood!

He couldn't notice his injury at the moment. There is only one thing in my heart, and that is revenge!

It was Fang Fan who entrapped him so badly!

How could this matter be left alone?

This face is already swollen!

He is Ouyang Tu, the dignified first-class saint of the Temple of the Light Alliance, and the president of the Light Faction stationed in the Yuanshi God City! It is the supreme existence of the strong demigod realm!

Who doesn't give him some face when he goes to heaven and enters the earth? Call him Lord Saint!

But now, what's the matter?

ah?

What exactly do you want to make a fuss about?

Do you have to follow Pu Leng?

If you must die, then I will fulfill you directly! Let's all die!

If you die, you will be clean.

If you die, all this will end.

Thinking of this, the whole person instantly became much calmer.

Because now it really doesn't matter.

It doesn't feel like a big deal at all.

The rhythm stabilized, and the consciousness gradually became sober.

Steady as Mount Tai!

Mo Tian, ​​the first-class saint in the Dark Temple, frowned, silently watching Fang Fan and the others leave without saying a word.

"Sage of the Demon Heaven, you really can't see that Ouyang disciple has been tricked, can you?"

"It's already at this time, if he is still acting, then this concentration is really too strong."

"I reckon that the divine ladder should still be on Fang Fan's body."

"This person's scheming and resourcefulness, as well as his courage and aura, are unmatched by anyone else!"

"Be a hero!"

Madman, the number one son of the Dark Temple, raised his eyebrows and couldn't help but commented from the side.

"How could I not know what's going on?"

"I know all about these things."

"It's just that sometimes, I can only pretend to be crazy."

"Even if you know that the ladder is still on Fang Fan's body, so what?"

"With the two of us, it's not realistic to want to capture Fang Fan and seize the divine ladder."

"Don't forget, that Fang Fan is not a soft persimmon."

"There are two weak demigods of the protoss sitting beside him!"

"Unless Ouyangtu and I attack at the same time, we will have a chance to kill Fang Fan."

"But now this Ouyang disciple has been maimed by this group of protoss practitioners, and it is a bit difficult to recover his combat power in a short time."

"It's over, there's nothing more to say."

"Nothing."

"It's all messed up."

"It was a good game, but now it's so messed up!"

"asshole!"

"One wrong step, one wrong step."

"If I knew this earlier, I shouldn't have come!"

Mo Tian, ​​the first-class saint in the Dark Temple, also regretted it at this moment.

He doesn't look like a saint, but more like a speculator.

Look for business opportunities everywhere, and then choose a full-scale counterattack at the right time!

At such a moment, that feeling can slowly follow in place.

It is possible to have such an effect.

real, and clear.

The rhythm is clear, the consciousness is clear, and the rest is calm and fearless! Nothing.

As for these situations?

Overall, no problem!

"Ah!"

"I have already said, let's go back, you insist that there are still fighters here."

"It's all right now, the bamboo basket fetches water in vain."

"Since it's all like this."

"Then let's go."

"Don't worry about this Ouyang disciple."

"It seems that this group of Protoss cultivators can't let him go."

"There is a high probability that he will be regarded as a scapegoat."

"However, even if this Ouyangtu is dead, I'm afraid he will take away some powerful demigods from the Protoss."

"This is not harmful to our dark camp."

Madman, the number one son of the Dark Temple, yawned and said calmly.

In this matter, there is no temptation at all.

It doesn't matter at all, the overall rhythm can still be stabilized.

"No."

"Ouyangtu needs to be saved, but he can't die yet."

The first-class saint of the Dark Temple spoke astonishingly, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

"Um?"

"Are you being stimulated to be stupid?"

"What nonsense is this all talking about?"

"Why can't he die?"

"When it's time to die, don't you die?"