Divine System of the Strongest Card Supplier in the End Times

This time can be described as a rewarding experience!

Coupled with the effectiveness of the Chiyou Army, the Tianque Army and the Akabane Army, the lineup gradually became stronger.

Fang Fan squinted his eyes secretly, all kinds of thoughts tumbled in his mind, feeling the gradual deepening of the horrible suction, and then all the three kingdoms armies were collected into the Chutian Pavilion small world, waiting for the opportunity to leave the small world!

Booming...

After bursts of sound, suddenly a silver light flickered, and Fang Fan only felt dizzy. When he came out again, countless people gathered around him.

A glance at the past, the entrance of the ruins of the gods that came before officially.

"I... I'm out!"

"I'm still alive! I'm still alive! Ouch... I'm too difficult! I'm too difficult!"

"It's so miserable...alive...just alive!"

"How powerful is the Fang Mo...I will never fight the Fang Mo again..."

"I'm Cao...who gave me a piece of clothing to wear, my clothes...nothing..."

"The same for me...come naked, go naked...so ashamed..."

"Put on clothes, put on clothes for me...this...what's the matter!"

"Damn... Now I still pay attention to what clothes are not clothes, if it is not for the last moment to suddenly shut down the ruins of the gods, we will all die!"

"The killing order issued by Fang Fan still echoes in my ears..."

"Everyone has recovered their lives...it's too difficult!"

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At the entrance of the ruins of the gods, the scene was once extra strange...

The tens of thousands of cultivators in the Dark Temple are not clothed at the moment, and many of them don’t even have the slightest cover...

Before being swallowed by the terrifying ability of the brave beast, all the clothes on his body were blown clean. At this moment, all the clothes and armor in the storage ring disappeared.

At first glance, a world of white flowers...

And most of them are men, who seem to be particularly irritating at first!

The face of the Dark Temple Chilong Saint was completely black, and his face was as sinking as water at this moment, it was too shameful!

At this moment, only their dark temple cultivators looked naked. As for Zhengyi Shenzong, he chose to surrender before the battle in the middle of the battle, so he kept the last bit of face.

The other is the cultivators of the Temple of the Light Alliance, they have already worked on Fang Fan early, so naturally there will be no surprises at this moment.

There are only those cultivators in the dark temple, completely deducing what is the head iron...

"what is happening?"

"Brother Fang Fan, you... it's okay if you're fine, just fine."

Shengzhe Dongguo's gaze scanned the distance and saw Fang Fan standing there intact, then he secretly exhaled a suffocating breath, then silently nodded.

"Brother Dongguo!"

"Brother Nangong."

Fang Fan looked at the person approaching, then said with his hands arched.

Suddenly returning to the big world, I still seem a little uncomfortable...

"Where's Tai Shuqiong? Why didn't he come out? Where did the others go?"

Among the crowd, an old man suddenly frowned and walked over, with a dull expression on his face.

"Yes... It's Saint Zhuge..."

"Uncle Qiong Shenzi is his direct disciple, so Saint Zhuge cares so much..."

"That's the end of this...thing... has happened!"

"Hey... I heard that the sage Zhuge cares a lot about the direct disciple Tai Shu Qiong, now... hehe..."

"Shhh...Don't talk, be careful to get your upper body off!"