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

Fang Fan's mind couldn't help spinning wildly.

When I encountered some strange things, I naturally wanted to try my best to think clearly.

It can't just be so muddled all the time.

Fang Fan licked his lips, his expression changed, and he felt a little excited for no reason.

Directly skyrocketed a big level!

There is still a huge gap between the eight-star peak sanctuary realm and the absolute peak saint realm.

If one power is ten thousand, the other is one.

The boundary gap is too great.

"My cultivation has skyrocketed, so don't the six heroes under my command also take off?"

"Their cultivation base can't exceed three levels of mine at most."

"Three levels above the Supreme Saint Realm...that is the Strong Demigod Realm?"

A smile appeared on the corner of Fang Fan's mouth, and he still felt very satisfied at the moment.

Fang Fan was secretly happy, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and his eyes gradually brightened.

He groped his body with his hands, and his expression changed immediately.

The storage ring on him is gone.

Some treasures worn at any time are gone.

It must have been taken while he was unconscious.

"This guy... has thin skin and tender flesh!"

"I didn't notice it when I was in a coma before."

"Tsk! It feels quite delicious."

"I like this!"

"Little boy! In this black forest, labor and management are about to fade away! Today labor and management are going to have a teeth-beating festival!"

"Hey hey, maybe this kid has something good on him!"

"Whoever sees it has a share, let's go together!"

Suddenly, the painting style changed accordingly.

It gradually becomes creepy!

In this wave, I couldn't say a word, cold sweat trickled down my forehead, and my mentality was completely collapsed.

Numb!

Instant numbness!

Fang Fan's complexion turned dark, and he was about to get up immediately, but he really didn't have much strength in his body. After sleeping for several days, his body was a little weak, and now his whole body was numb.

A hero does not suffer from immediate losses.

Fang Fan took a deep breath and prepared to hide directly.

"roll!"

"Don't do those disgusting things in front of labor and management!"

"Grass!"

At this time, a burly man with red hair came over, his red hair and beard looked very eye-catching.

The big man with the beard glared at him, and those malicious cultivators looked at each other, although they were upset, they didn't dare to go forward.

"Xiao Nanshan! This matter has nothing to do with you!"

"I advise you not to interfere!"

"We didn't bother you again!"

The cultivator in the lead gritted his teeth, feeling extremely unhappy in his heart.

"Baruff!"

"Shut up for labor and management!"

"Are you teaching labor and capital to do things?"

"If you are unhappy, do you have a fight?"

The bearded man Xiao Nanshan snorted coldly, and the muscles on his body couldn't help but move accordingly, looking very oppressive.

Balluff with the scar on his face gritted his teeth. Although he wanted to save his face, he finally retreated.

Can't beat it.

Not on one level.

It's like being hanged and beaten.

This wave seems to be unnecessary.

Not much else to say, the mentality is gradually stable at this moment.

There is no need to say more about the rest.

"Thank you."

Fang Fan looked at Xiao Nanshan, the bearded man, and immediately cupped his hands in thanks.

It is not easy to be able to give you a hand in times of crisis.

It is natural to know how to be grateful.

"Don't thank me."

"I just don't like that disgusting thing happening in front of my eyes."

"If they drag you outside to fiddle with it, I won't care."

The bearded man Xiao Nanshan said coldly, as if he was not willing to accept this thank you.

Fang Fan opened his mouth with a complicated expression.

"Owner!"

"Master, are you awake?"

"call!"

"Master, how do you feel now?"

"Are you still suffering?"

"Master, this is the fire obsidian, hurry up and use it!"

At this time, a middle-aged man with blown hair came from a distance, his whole body was dirty, and his eyes were very blood red.

"Yuwen Hanlin?"

"How did you get it like this?"

Fang Fan took a closer look, and then said with a shocked face.

"Master, just after we came out of Shinto, we met the supervisor of this mining area."

"They took a few miners and knocked us out, so they brought us to this ghost place.

"I saw that the situation was not good at the time, so I surrendered immediately, so I didn't fall into a coma."

"Master, you were the first one to rush out, and you were knocked out by them."

"call!"

"Fortunately...fortunately, master, you are fine."

"Otherwise I'll be cold."

Yuwen Hanlin took a deep breath, and then sighed.

When he was in the lower realm, he was the Pope of the Temple of the Alliance of Light!

In the lower realm, it can be said to be the supreme existence.

It's just that when he was around the ruins of the gods and the Futu Shrine, because of the threat of the God of Destruction, in order to escape, he created the so-called slave war contract with Fang Fan, which is also the contract of the Rage God.

In the beginning, Yuwen Hanlin was naturally unwilling to sign this contract. He just wanted to fool Fang Fan. He had already made up his wishful thinking in his heart. Sign the contract first, and then talk about it later. Small problems, the kind that don't care at all.

But then there were some changes.

Because this [Rage God's Contract] can't find any loopholes at all, that is to say, there is no chance to solve it at all!

Yuwen Hanlin was dumbfounded at the time.

Immediately stopped.

Originally, he wanted to set up Fang Fan, but he didn't expect Fang Fan to bury himself instead of being set up.

How anxious was that mood at that time, you only need to think about it a little bit to know.

All kinds of messy hearts are about to burst out!

Almost hit him directly!

Fortunately, the rhythm and consciousness were stabilized in the end, and there was no direct coldness!

As time went by, I don't know whether it was the subtle influence of [Rage God's Contract], or Yuwen Hanlin's direct thinking, but he became more and more loyal to Fang Fan.

He even brought Yuan Jiuxiang to Fang Fan's side at one point.

At this moment, Yuwen Hanlin and Fang Fan can be said to be a community of destiny.

All glory, all humiliation.

Fang Fan, the master, is dead, and according to the iron-blooded rules of the [Rage God's Contract], Yuwen Hanlin, the war slave, must also die.

Based on this major premise, Yuwen Hanlin naturally hopes that Fang Fan can live forever.

"Where's Bai Piao?"

"What about the rest?"

"We are together...but there are six of us."

Fang Fan said in a deep voice.

Bai Piao, Yuan Jiuxiang, Gusha of the Protoss, Cassius of the Protoss.

Plus Fang Fan and Yuwen Hanlin, indeed six people.

Now only Fang Fan and Yuwen Hanlin are left, and the other four are gone.

"I don't know where they got caught."

"Master, I have seen this mining area, it's just the two of us."

Yuwen Hanlin replied.