Divine System of the Strongest Card Supplier in the End Times

After corrosion, it gradually becomes nothingness.

Looking around, these Protoss Saint-Venerable Realm powerhouses just disappeared, like a joke.

Inexplicably, it makes people feel trembling.

After a little bit of feeling, the whole person is completely stunned.

Looking up at everything in front of me, I don't know what to say anymore.

The whole person fell into a different kind of silence.

Feel it for a while, it's nothing.

"Gudong..."

Alan, the second-class **** of the Protoss, couldn't help but swallowed a mouthful of saliva. At this moment, watching all this in front of him, the whole person fell into a kind of ignorance.

Silent and silent in the moment, the state of mind fluttered to the extreme.

died?

All gone?

Now there is no more panic cry...

It's like it has never appeared before.

I don't know why, Alan felt a little bit timid inexplicably, and he was completely stunned on the spot.

His sharp eyes scanned the surroundings, his lips were frantically chattering, and the cold sweat on his forehead was falling down.

I don't know why, there is a panic in my heart?

How can this be!

He is the second-class **** general of the Protoss! Powerful weak demi-god strong!

Sure... something must be wrong!

In front of these, how can the ants who are not even considered to be in the Holy Venerable Realm be his opponent? Why do you play against him in an all-round way?

Um?

The various things involved in it seem too real!

"Blind eyes!" (Protoss language)

"It's definitely a blindfold!"

"Want to deal with me in this way, haha, it is absolutely impossible!"

"In the end there will only be a dead end!"

"Must die! Must die!"

"I will kill you!"

"All nihility will be completely ended!"

"I don't believe it, how long can you last..."

"die!"

The roar increased, and the surrounding atmosphere was suppressed to the extreme. The second-class **** of the Protoss called Alan in the language of the Protoss that Fang Fan and others could not understand.

Looking at the demigod powerhouse of this protoss at this moment, it's like watching juggling...

Bai Piao is okay, he has become accustomed to the strength of prevention.

However, Gui Sha and Zuo Qiuyao were still somewhat untenable.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and killed more than a dozen holy priests...

Um…

This is really good.

The extent of the flow is really big.

Brother Fang Fan is indeed invincible in this small world!

When I was shocked, I couldn't help but let go.

The current situation is basically stable.

So, the other bells and whistles, needless to say.

Anyway, it was stuck.

Looking at the semi-god powerhouse of the Protoss in front of him, he tried his best to rush over, and Fang Fan's eyes flashed with a different look.

Pity…

I don’t understand the language, otherwise I can fight for it...

For example, crush him with a strong posture, and then sign the [Death of God's Contract] so that it can be used for his own use.

It is also an excellent existence to be able to provide a weak demigod realm from the **** race.

But now I can't even understand the words, so the so-called signing of the "Death God's Contract" is naturally a joke.

In this way, it can only be directly obliterated.

Although there are some regrets, but the overall situation is like this, there is nothing to say about it.

The overall situation is stabilized. As for the others that have nothing, you don't need to care, just have some understanding in your heart.

Only by staying alive can there be better development...

This is actually the momentum right now.

Real and clear.

Slowly promote, there will always be a new change!

Fang Fan stretched out his hand, the origins of the great avenues gathered in his hand, and then pressed down, the power of the mad great primordial origin swept directly onto the protoss demigod, instantly locked his throat, and controlled his actions.

After all, this is a demigod of the Protoss, so all aspects should be respected.

Just like it is now, give them enough respect, so that's great.

"How is it possible..." (Protoss language)

"The Power of Origin..."

"do not want…"

"let me go!"

"asshole!"

"Go away! Go away!"

"Don't... don't come over!"

"roll!"

"I'm going to abolish you!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"Let go... let me go..."

The second-class **** of the Protoss made Alan's roar less and less, and his face became more and more dizzy.

Actually...that's what happened.

Now, basically everything is in place.

As for the others, there is no need to care about them.

Staying on the spot, the next operation will make more sense.

Allen flushed, scratching his cheek frantically, bloodstains gradually showing up, but he didn't care anymore.

Now he just wants to live...

There is hope only when we live, and only dream when we are alive!

He keeps flapping and struggling, but these are like doing useless work, everything is silently present.

Collapsed...

The mentality collapsed.

This...how to play!

The mentality burst on the spot.

If you can't play, you can't play.

Get out... Get out of here! **** off!

Allen glanced at the road behind him, his face gradually turning purple.

He regretted it.

Why did you want to rush in in the first place!

Stupid! He is stupid! The biggest fool in the world!

Now she is completely stranded here.

Alan felt that his breath of life was disappearing little by little...

His scalp was numb from the pain from the heart.

The feelings that continue to sweep through the body make people twitch subconsciously.

Immediately, it was completely annihilated on the spot.

"I..." (Protoss language)

"Unwilling...unwilling..."

…

The second-class **** of the Protoss sends Alan's final call...

No one can understand it anyway, but now it's actually just for fun, nothing.

It’s really appropriate if you feel a little collapsed in your mentality and a little leisurely in your feelings.

As for the others, don’t care.

The second-class **** of the Protoss lay Alan's body upright there, and Fang Fan swayed it in the air, turning it into a strong energy to make up for the rules of the small world.

…

Outside, Talha, the second-class **** of the Protoss, trembled in his heart...

"why…"

"I will have a very bad feeling..."

"Damn it!"

"How is Lord Ellen?"

"This group of ants is different from the previous group of ants..."

"It's so different..."

"call…"

"Sir Ellen will be fine, right?"

"this…"

"If something happens to Lord Ellen, who will bring this army..."

"After we go back, Lord City Lord will surely flog us to death..."

"The Lord will disappear, the battle cannot be opened up..."

"Gudong..."

The third-class **** of the Protoss made Talha's footsteps suddenly become hurried.

When the so-called spatial fault was torn apart, Lord Ellen and a dozen or so protoss holy masters rushed in, and then there was no trace at all.

Now Talha wants to find out the news and has no way of starting!