Divine System of the Strongest Card Supplier in the End Times

There may be thousands of people who were killed in this wave...

Those who can get in here are basically existences above the Holy Venerable Realm, and even some are quasi-demi-gods or even weak demigods.

Outside, that is the absolute powerhouse second to none!

But here, they all turned into ashes, and for a while, it made people feel quite embarrassed.

As his thoughts fluttered, the whole person looked dumbfounded.

I can't do anything I want to say.

The scene in front of him was gradually destroyed.

Chrysanthemum residues, wounds all over the ground!

Thoroughly frightened these people! Conquered! They will obey!

Otherwise, these guys will still choose to continue to pretend.

In this case, play with a hammer, and it will be a wave of crushing!

Go up and do it!

How to do it!

This must not be cowardly!

Do it to the end!

That's basically it.

Very real and very appropriate!

Steady as an old dog! Steady as Mount Tai!

In fact, at this time, it is a contest of high-end combat power.

At this time, in fact, the ultimate demigod combat power can decide everything.

The power of the two strong demigods of the Protoss is roughly equivalent to the power of a normal supreme demigod!

The God Race's supreme demigod realm combat power is almost equivalent to two ordinary supreme demigod realm combat power.

In combat, the talent of the Protoss is too high.

If you don't admit it at this point, it's really not good.

People do have such confidence and strength!

These are all placed in that position, what about a hammer?

This wave is basically what happened.

Gradually, all thoughts and thoughts became numb.

As his eyes flickered, the corners of his mouth twitched to the extreme. The more he thought about it, the more confused and unreal the thoughts in his mind became!

chaos! chaos! chaos!

Totally messed up!

...

Dark camp!

"Are you going to make a move?"

"Kill the Asura saint! How about you and I join forces to seize the divine ladder?"

"This is also the meaning of my elder brother, the Dark Pope!"

"Kill the Asura saint! Don't forget your identity! You are also a member of the Dark Temple!"

"Maintaining the established interests of the Dark Temple is your responsibility in itself!"

"Kill the Asura saint!"

"Talking to you!"

"Don't you always face us with this attitude, okay?"

"what?"

"From the beginning to the end, are you pretending to be deaf and dumb like this?"

"What did you think?"

"Can you stop pretending to be deaf?"

"Speak! Speak!"

The roar gradually came into place, and the eyes slowly became extremely red!

The more I thought about it in my heart, the more mad and painful I felt!

For a while, I didn't know what to say!

It's numb, this wave is completely numb.

It's nothing, just follow a few blindfolds, and blindly show it.

The patience of the first-class saint of the Dark Temple, Motian, has reached the limit!

It's just that the Dark Temple, another first-class saint who killed Shura, was so indifferent from beginning to end.

Killing Shura didn't want to go against Fang Fan.

He felt some intimacy in Fang Fan.

It feels like they belong to the same clan.

They should be compatible with each other!

In the mind, these thoughts and thoughts exist unnaturally.

For a time, the picture in front of you is changing!

After killing Shura, he saw the seven blood asuras in the blood asura army behind Fang Fan, and his heart trembled more and more.

"A purer power of Shura!"

"The realm and combat power of these Asuras may not be as high as mine, but... but one thing I have to admit is that they are very strong! They are really very strong!"

"This... this is simply indistinguishable!"

"This kind of thing...this kind of thing has to be stable...it must be stable!"

"Their Shura bloodline must be purer than mine!"

"They are the pure blood Shura family!"

"The God of Shura once left a prophecy..."

"When encountering a pure-blooded Shura one day, I chose to serve without hesitation!"

"I can't do it without hesitation at the moment, but... But I can't choose to fight against the pure-blooded Asuras, right?"

"Yes... yes, that's right."

"This wave... must... be suppressed! It must be suppressed."

The first-class saint of the Dark Temple killed Shura, gritted his teeth, twitched his lips, his thoughts gathered in his mind, and then he let out a heavy breath.

At this moment, the whole person relaxed a lot.

At least...at least there won't be those pressures anymore.

All over, as stable as ever.

"Kill the Asura saint!"

"Are you doing this deaf-mute trick with me again?"

"How many times have I told you!"

"Kill the Asura saint!"

"I hope you don't do this again!"

"You have to explain this to me!"

"do you understand?"

The cold snort appeared in place, the sullenness in the eyes gradually gathered in place, and the complexion became more and more gloomy.

Feeling so, and who to tell.

Nothing, nothing fluttering.

In the end, it will eventually come to an end in the end!

At the very least, it is difficult to truly return to rationality.

Can't do it.

Totally impossible.

The devil has already issued an ultimatum!

Of course, such an ultimatum would be nonsense for killing Shura.

He didn't care at all.

What is there to be concerned about?

Ok?

Still doesn't matter?

In my heart, it was numb, indifferent and silent.

For a time, his eyebrows rose, and his thoughts were being oppressed little by little.

Steady as Mount Tai! Who else to talk to!

"Give you an explanation?"

"Why?"

"How old are you?"

"Otherwise, have a fight?"

"I'm too lazy to care about your shit, but you don't care about mine either!"

"We don't make water from the well, otherwise, it will be broken."

"Just like the bright camp, it is not impossible to break directly."

"I think it's fine too."

"Otherwise, give it a try?"

Killing Shura put his hands around his chest, while talking, his face couldn't help showing a sullen look.

The soft is afraid of the hard, and the hard is afraid of death.

This repeated cycle, gradually, became what it is now.

At a glance, it feels like that is the case.

Gradually, you naturally don't know what to express.

The whole person, fluttering on the spot, everything is silent.

Safe as ever! Take it easy!

The first-class saint of the Dark Temple, Motian, immediately blushed with the old man!

Son of a bitch!

Got beat up!

He is hard-hearted!

Immediately, he stood up subconsciously, and then gasped frantically, with a complicated and abrupt expression!

But... But in an instant, like a deflated temper, he lost his temper.

The whole person seems to be up and down, a look that can't lift the spirit.

Gradually numb on the spot, nothing.

The whole person, as always, is uncomfortable and painful!

Goddamn bastard!

They are all doing evil!

Kill Shura!

someday! I am going to make you pay the price!