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

Fang Fan snorted coldly, there was no such thing as trouble in this wave.

Seeing that you are upset, this consciousness is directly overwhelmed.

Then crush it in place, directly crushing you to the bottom of the valley!

That's basically it.

Very realistic and clear.

The rest are minor issues.

Various rhythms, stable and present.

"Boy! So arrogant!"

"It seems that you really want to die!"

"If you want to die, I will satisfy you!"

"snort!"

"Everyone! Give it to me!"

"Catch Fang Fan! The rewards are endless!"

Mo Tian, ​​the first-class saint in the Dark Temple, was talking, and the fierceness in his eyes flickered with the whole area. At this moment, the sense of oppression swept to the extreme in the words!

Immediately, everything in front of him was wiped out!

An excited heart and trembling hands can only understand this feeling after experiencing it personally.

Very real and realistic.

Stand still, and you'll have everything!

Seeing hundreds of dark temple practitioners rushing directly, Mo Tian showed a refreshed look on his face.

Everything is safe as before!

This wave, definitely no problem!

All screens are locked!

My heart also slowly became happy.

At the moment, I can't help but feel a sense of joy and happiness.

boom!

bang bang bang!

Just when Motian felt that everything was going according to his wishes, the scene suddenly got out of control!

Those special weapons began to spray flames, and the flames sprayed out little by little, completely engulfing everything in front of them!

For a moment, a sense of panic swept through the depths of my heart.

What else can I say about the rest of those feelings? Gradually, it completely disappeared.

The feeling is gone, the consciousness has collapsed, and those who are missing are still talking about a hammer.

Basically, that's it.

Very smooth, very oppressive.

Motian felt that he had just blinked his eyes, and then everything in front of him changed accordingly, becoming strange to him and frightening to him.

"Why... why did they all fall down?"

"impossible!"

"Fake! It must be fake!"

"Blindfolding! It must be blindfolding!"

"Asshole! Asshole!"

"Why did it become like this?"

"Who is it? Who is confusing this saint?"

Mo Tian yelled frantically.

What happened to the hundreds of protoss cultivators who had gathered around him?

What the hell, there was not one left, all fell down, most of them died, and there were still a few strong demigods still struggling to breathe.

But looking at it like that, it's almost the same.

"This attack... actually has the power of a strong demigod!"

"The most important thing is that the shooting speed is so fast!"

"how so!"

"What the hell is going on in here?"

"why why!"

"They were obviously not so powerful before."

"Why every time I see it, it will show a different power."

"Have they been hiding all this time?"

"Huh...huh! If...if this is the case, it would be too scary!"

"Conspiracy! It's all a conspiracy!"

"In this way, we can see through everything!"

"So that's how it is... that's how it is!"

"I said, how did it become what it is now?"

"This matter can't be left alone!"

"Revenge! Revenge!"

"Everyone has to die! Everyone has to die!"

At this moment, Motian's mood seemed to be a little broken, and he was about to lose his temper when he shouted.

Snapped!

There was a loud slap, and Mo Tian got a big slap on the face.

"Who? Who dares to hit me?"

Mo Tian turned his head angrily, and immediately saw his elder brother Mo Tu looking at him indifferently.

"Don't act like a lunatic!"

"I haven't figured out the situation yet, why are you shouting?"

"Is this necessary?"

"Be quiet!"

"Now you rush up, don't you die?"

"This group of people has become a climate."

"But it's not impossible to deal with."

The dark Pope Motu narrowed his eyes, thinking to himself, and gradually closed his hands.

"Brother, all our subordinates are dead!"

"This brat is too cruel!"

"There really wasn't a single one left."

"Butcher! This kid is clearly a butcher!"

"Kill everything in front of you!"

"Asshole! All assholes!"

"Brother, I can't swallow this breath!"

"Brother! I think I have to do something!"

"Brother, this matter... this matter can't just be buried like this!"

"Brother!"

Motian was considered a strong party before, and he was also very strong in all aspects.

But now it's screaming like a child.

That crying face looked like a sand sculpture.

In front of his elder brother, isn't he just a child?

In all aspects, do you still have a sense of spiritual sustenance?

Probably this kind of consciousness and emotion, very real and very clear.

"I know!"

"Aren't you thinking of a way now?"

"You can shut up!"

"Stop talking nonsense!"

"Just stay there for me!"

"I asked you before, did you investigate their situation clearly?"

"How did you reply to me then?"

"Um?"

"You swore at the time that everything was done!"

"Now make it look like this?"

"Are you still reasonable?"

"damn thing!"

"Asshole!"

"What's the point of rushing straight over now?"

"It's meaningless other than sending a human head."

"This Fang Fan is no longer the Fang Fan you imagined."

"In the Temple of the Buddha, he was able to win all the divine ladders, and even the little girl beside him could ascend into the realm of the gods. Are these things ordinary people can do?"

"It is definitely not enough to rely on the power of our dark temple now."

"At the moment, we must rely on the strength of all parties."

"This is the most important thing!"

"The rest, you don't have to care about it at all."

"This matter must be stabilized...Steady again!"

"If you are a little careless, you will pull it all over."

The murmuring sound followed, and the Pope Motu of the Dark Temple clenched his fists, and then his eyes swept around, ready to start looking for allies.

In this case, without allies, he couldn't handle it.

"You guys, stop hitting!"

"Is it more important to fight, or to seize the divine ladder and create a divine path?"

"If you really entered the realm of the gods, what's the point of your so-called conflict of spirit?"

"I came all the way here, don't you know why?"

The Dark Pope Motu snorted coldly, and immediately felt oppressive.

Immediately afterwards, he changed his gaze and looked at the Protoss.

"Translate! Quickly translate!"

"Tell them everything I say!"

"These bastards! They don't understand anything!"

"That Fang Fan has quietly risen!"