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

One side is the grace of not killing.

One side is the mission of the Shura clan!

These messy feelings exploded in his heart, gradually making him numb, agitated, and a little incomprehensible.

All consciousness seems to be cold at this moment!

chaos! chaos! chaos!

it is more than words!

The more I think about it, the more it doesn't feel right.

Immediately, all consciousness was completely silenced!

"I don't see anything."

"I don't have to."

"But I will not choose to slaughter my compatriots of the Shura clan."

"Since then, the Shura clan and the Dark Temple have been cleared up!"

Killing Shura's body trembled slightly, and his thoughts gradually gathered in his mind, and gradually felt that the picture in front of him was a bit unreal.

The messy feeling is actually not that good.

Gradually, it seemed that the entire body was being dismembered.

The pain was mixed with a touch of numbness.

"good!"

There was a hint of hostility in the dark pope Motu's eyes.

Obviously, he was not very satisfied with the result.

But he is also very clear that things can only go so far.

If the threat of oppression is urgently needed, it may arouse the resentment of killing Shura.

You know, the current Killing Shura is an existence of the Supreme God Realm no matter what. ,

The cultivation base and combat power are there, what else is there to say about the rest?

Crazy Consciousness, Silent Now!

Basically no problem!

At least physically, it looks very stable...very stable.

All over the body, Bashi is as good as ever!

In the moment of silence, the smiles continue!

Hold on, there is hope! Only by being stable can you be qualified to fantasize!

After leaving aside the blocker of killing Shura, many things actually became logical.

"Motian, let's fight together later."

"Let the hundreds of cultivators in the Dark Temple also take action!"

"Remember, we only have one shot!"

"Once you make a move, you must kill me with one blow!"

"Do you understand what I mean?"

"This matter must be clarified to me!"

"What I said is clear enough!"

The dark Pope Motu narrowed his eyes, and then said directly.

This wave, this matter is very realistic.

Basically, a series of things followed.

As stable as Mount Tai, there is no big problem.

"Do not worry!"

"Brother!"

"I've made some inquiries, Fang Fan is only a little more difficult to deal with the two strong demigods from the protoss."

"When the time comes, I will stand up."

"Brother, you can just focus on that Fang Fan directly."

"Hold him hostage, and then take away his storage ring!"

"All his treasures must be in his storage ring!"

"It must be!"

"This matter is very clear!"

The murmuring sound followed, and the picture in front of me gradually became disillusioned.

While thoughts are flying, consciousness is dying little by little. .

Such a heart, let alone talk to anyone.

Rhythm, steady now!

"Your Majesty, my lord, I think you'd better think about it."

"Think about it, how long have we been against this Fang Fan?"

"But so far, have we really gained any benefits?"

"Is there? Does it exist?"

"From beginning to end, isn't it still like this?"

"This Fang Fan has endless great luck!"

"This kind of great luck is already very clear here, and there is nothing to say about the rest."

"Everything is completely over."

"Anyway, in the end, I don't think there will be any good results."

"Is there any need to continue with such meaningless things?"

The sound of emotion swept in place, and the picture in front of him was also flipping little by little, his thoughts were wandering, and his consciousness was being destroyed little by little.

At this moment, Madman, the number one son of the Dark Temple, spoke seriously.

Between the words, the thoughts are completely in place.

"Madness!"

"You can shut up now!"

"Dare to say anything nonsense?"

"If you don't speak, no one will think you are dumb!"

The face of the first-class saint Motian in the Dark Temple changed, and he immediately scolded at the side. The anger on his face was beyond words at this moment, the sense of oppression was gradually in place, and his mood seemed a little unstable.

The madman shrugged, he knew this was the result.

But he has already reminded, this is enough.

For the rest, there is no need to follow up.

This kind of thing, in fact, is good to understand in your heart.

The rest of those that are missing are actually sand sculptures, meaningless, meaningless at all.

"I have already done my best."

"As for whether you are willing to accept my opinion, that is your business."

"Well! I have done what I should do."

"That's enough."

"The rest, I don't think about it for the time being."

"never mind."

The murmuring sound followed, and the madman sighed, then found a place by himself and got up.

What could he do if they were unwilling to believe his words?

For him, naturally he can only retreat, and then weep silently there?

It seemed very, very real.

The emotional side also seems very appropriate.

The rest of those feelings, relatively speaking, are not that important.

The battle has finally begun!

"Fang Fan!"

"Just grab it!"

"Hand over all the divine ladders, or your life may be saved!"

The first saint in the Dark Temple, Mo Tian, ​​rushed over first, and while talking, his body couldn't help shaking, and the excitement in his eyes was beyond words.

Excited right now.

"Is it still the same old line?"

"Hey, it's not interesting."

"Why do you want to come here to die?"

"What do you think?"

"The point is, when is it not good to attack me, why should you attack me at this time?"

"Isn't this a sand sculpture?"

Fang Fan raised his eyebrows, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

While talking at the moment, the venom in his eyes flickered to the extreme.

This wave is very realistic and real.

Everything, silence now!

Basically not a big problem.

As long as you stay steady, none of this is a problem.

Fang Fan glanced around and saw seven strong demigod-level legions and three weak demigod-level legions under his command, feeling extremely secure in his heart.

"Hans! Order the Gothic Gatling Army to get ready."

"As long as they rush over, just shoot directly."

"Let's shoot a wave first."

"As for the rest, we can talk about it later, it's okay."

Fang Fan licked his lips, stretched his waist, his eyes flickered, and his thoughts were wandering a little bit.

There are feelings, there are consciousnesses, and there are thoughts.

All of these are coming to an end!

it is more than words!

Be safe now, and there is no need to toss about the rest.

"If you want to fight, hurry up."

"If you don't fight, just get out."