Divine System of the Strongest Card Supplier in the End Times

Nangong Lei thought in his heart, and his face couldn't help showing pain.

God jealous of talent? Is it true?

"Open the door..."

"Even if... even if this little friend Fang Fan has passed away, he still has supreme belief in the gods of light, and we should bury him well!"

"Little friend Fang Fan, I cheated you!"

Nangong Lei clenched his teeth and closed his eyes silently, feeling endless regrets in his heart.

"Hehe, Red Archbishop Nangong can say that, I'm relieved!"

"Come here! Open the door! Take out Fang Fan's body!"

Duanmuding strode forward with a smile on his face.

"Duanmuding! Pay attention to your words!"

"Little friend Fang Fan just might have something wrong, please be careful before the matter is clear!"

Nangong Lei's face was green and his eyes scolded angrily.

Duan Muding pouted his lips and didn't say much. He walked over and prepared to arrange for other clergy to open the only closed door.

"Hehe, it turned out to be a dead person, and such a dead person is also eligible for a gambling fight with me? It's just overpowering!"

"I don't know what strength I am, and I actually want to become a believer in God, it's ignorant!"

"This guy is dead, then I am still the strongest existence!"

Hao Zhan, the son of the master of the Haotian Pavilion, stood up abruptly, staring scorchingly at the pond of faith, and an expression of excitement gradually appeared on his face.

"Brother Meteo, do you see clearly now? Fang Fan, who you have always shown as an idol, is nothing more than that!"

"When people die, the light goes out, everything is gone!"

"Those who dare to fight against me will not end well!"

Hao Zhan held his head high and was extremely proud. As he said, the smile on his face also increased.

Standing on the side, Haoyu frowned first, then glanced at the position of the pond of faith, and then silently shook his head and said: "Brother, don't get too early before the last moment..."

"Hall Master Fang Fan didn't die so easily."

Haoyu shrugged and said earnestly.

Although it's not that things like being trapped in the portal of the pond of faith have never happened before, in Haoyu's view, how could Dragon and Phoenix suffer such treatment among people like Fang Fan?

When Yu Hao fell, Fang Fan belonged to the kind of existence with great luck. He was the child of luck. How likely is it that a child of luck would encounter this kind of bad luck?

"Brother Meteo! You are still stubborn as always!"

"The concubine is not a conspiracy!"

"Your vision is still too narrow!"

"Three days! Do you really think that Fang Fan is the true god? He can stay in the pool of faith for three days and three nights? How likely is it? You know yourself!"

"Furthermore, now even Master Duanmu said that there must be a corpse inside, where are you confident! Ignorance!"

Hao Zhan proudly resembled a big rooster, and as he spoke, the smile on his face grew more and more, his eyes condensed, and the sound of inhalation became stronger.

"It is not surprising that Palace Master Fang Fan can do things that others can't do!"

"If he died here in a humble manner, then he would not be Fang Fan!"

Hao smiled silently, with a firm expression on his face. He still had this confidence.

At this moment, in Haomei's heart, Fang Fan is an absolute god!

"Huh! Ignorant fanatic! Let us wait and see! That Fang Fan may have been dead for several days!"

"Fight with me, this is the end!"

Hao Zhan gave a cold cry, his eyes became more and more sinister.