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

"how could be……"

"Is this Fang Fan already strong enough?"

"Even the true god...can be obliterated casually?"

"Even if it's just a ray of true god soul."

"But it's not that fragile, is it?"

"After all, the barrier randomly arranged by the God of Destruction cannot be broken."

"Is there such a big gap between my city lord and this Fang Fan?"

"Isn't this too shocking?"

"It's not interesting, it's not interesting at all."

"This is gradually followed by depression."

"This kind of life no longer has the meaning of continuing to fight."

"End it! End it all!"

The posture of gnashing teeth followed by a full gathering, and a hint of confusion gradually appeared in the eyes.

Cassius, the lord of the Protoss Tianlin City, gritted his teeth, suddenly feeling that he no longer had the courage to fight against him.

I can't beat it!

Fluttering back and forth, still acting like a ghost.

On the spot, Liang Bo became more and more numb.

In the end, nothing.

"It's good for us!"

"That God of Destruction is really terrifying!"

"The words of Fang Fan, a foreigner, can still talk, but they can still make sense!"

"It's better than... better than that god of destruction, right?"

"The God of Destruction is too perverted."

"If it falls into his hands, it will really be a dead end!"

"At all... there is no other hope at all."

"At that time, even the flesh and bones on your body will have to be chewed by him bit by bit, and then eaten."

"The horror of this guy has exceeded a certain limit."

"call!"

"Hold on!"

"If there is a problem, it will be cold."

The murmuring sound followed, and the picture in front of me fluttered a little bit.

Gu Sha, the first-class God General of the Protoss Tianlin City, gradually felt relieved.

Death is terrible, but it also depends on whose hands it will die in!

To die in the hands of that God of Destruction, to be so tortured, it feels like there is no hope, and the consciousness is also being suppressed crazily.

After all, no awareness.

But it would be different if it fell into Fang Fan's hands.

At least it can still be said.

When the time comes, I beg, kneel down, and maybe I can still live.

There is always a dead end, so at the very least, can you be more decisive?

"not that simple."

"I still don't believe that Tangtang, the true god, was killed so quietly."

"Before, the God of Destruction occupied Motian's body in an instant, and then killed the dark pope Motu."

"It looks so domineering from the beginning to the end!"

"Such a domineering existence cannot be too bad."

"There must be something wrong with it."

"I just don't know where the problem is."

"Among them, it's weird!"

A murmur sounded to himself, and as his eyes flickered, the whole person's meaning was fluttering little by little.

Excited heart, trembling hands, only by experiencing it personally can you understand the ultimate sense of surprise!

Soar up little by little! Little by little lock! Crazy suppression bit by bit!

Stimulate! And true!

After Cassius, the lord of the Protoss Tianlin City, finished speaking, waves suddenly surged in the distance.

"Jie!"

"Jie jie jie!"

"Interesting... interesting!"

"The feeling of tickling is not bad!"

"This spicy chicken body is really useless at all!"

boom!

bang bang bang!

A dark figure gradually climbed up from the ground.

All over the body, where is there any flesh and blood? At this moment, only a skeleton is left, and it is all black.

Now the left arm bone of this bone frame is missing, because this thing has been eaten before.

The scene unfolded in front of my eyes, and my eyes flickered, but I couldn't say a word.

I wanted to follow to express something, but I couldn't say it.

It just looks messy... messy.

In the chaotic consciousness, even the most basic order has been completely lost!

Such an idea, let alone tell anyone.

At the moment, it is constantly suppressing... suppressing again!

that is it.

very apt.

After all, this thing is still alive.

Although from Fang Fan's point of view, he had made such preparations from the beginning, but when he saw the facts before his eyes, he was more or less disappointed.

How great would it be if we could solve everything with one shot?

Now...need to try a little harder.

There are still some unknowns.

"My lord, Bayless is incompetent! Bayless is useless!"

boom!

Bayless, the commander of the God Destroyer Artillery Corps, knelt on his knees with a look of shame on his face.

From his point of view, he is a waste!

What has he done!

Doesn't the rhythm of slapping the face seem strong enough?

The Lord will pin his hopes on him, but what about him? What did he do?

You failed the Lord, and made the Lord extremely sad!

Thinking about it this time, my lips are trembling crazily!

The more you think about it, the messier it gets!

There is no more to add to the messy thoughts!

It's a mess, and it's impossible to fully control it!

That being the case, let's talk to someone.

In the numbness, it looked extremely sad!

that is it!

"This has nothing to do with you."

"stand up!"

"You have done a good job leading the Destroyer Artillery Corps."

"As for the unsatisfactory results, it can only show that the spirit of the God of Destruction is difficult to deal with."

"Speaking of which, this is a true god and soul. I would be surprised if you killed him with one shot."

"Prepare well for a new round of confrontation!"

Fang Fan smiled slightly, and then comforted him from the side.

While speaking, thoughts gradually condensed in his mind, and feelings gradually became stronger.

The God Destroyer Artillery Corps was temporarily defeated.

Now in front of Fang Fan, the only thing is to press the whole army, and then face the God of Destruction!

It's time to settle the old and new grudges!

"Fortunately, the one-hour effect of [Human-Dragon Unity] of the Shenlongren Legion is still there."

"Under my command, there are still 18 demigods with outstanding combat power."

"Um?"

"To be precise, it should be twenty!"

Fang Fan groaned, and looked at the Pope Yuwen Hanlin and Yuan Jiuxiang, the first-class saint of the Temple of the Alliance of Light, who had just taken refuge.

Now that everything has been put into effect, the things that should be done are naturally to be done.

You can't just sit there and enjoy the success, right?

The crisis of the God of Destruction is not just for Fang Fan!

"Yuwen Hanlin!"

"Yuan Jiuxiang!"

"Shoot together!"

"bloody battle!"

Fang Fan ordered directly.

At this moment, the Bright Pope Yuwen Hanlin has signed a slave contract with Fang Fan, so he can only carry out Fang Fan's instructions unconditionally, without any shirk!

But for Yuan Jiuxiang, he still has a lot of room for choice.

"Facing the God of Destruction!"

"How likely is it to survive?"

"I can't be impulsive!"

Yuan Jiuxiang's thoughts secretly condensed.