Divine System of the Strongest Card Supplier in the End Times

On the one hand is the grace of not killing.

On one side is the mission of the Shura tribe!

These chaotic feelings exploded in his heart, gradually making him numb, surging, and a little ignorant.

All consciousness seems to be cold at this moment!

chaos! chaos! chaos!

it is more than words!

The more I thought about it, the more I felt that something was not right.

Immediately, all consciousness was completely extinguished!

"I didn't see anything."

"I can't do it."

"But I will not choose to slaughter my compatriots of the Shura tribe."

"Since then, the Shura tribe and the Dark Temple have been cleared!"

Killing Shura's body trembled slightly, his thoughts gradually gathered in his mind, and he gradually felt that the pictures in front of him were a little unreal.

The messy feeling is actually not that good.

Gradually, as if the entire body was being completely dismembered.

There was a tinge of numbness mixed with the pain.

"Okay!"

A sullen look flashed in the eyes of the Dark Pope Demon Tu.

Obviously, he was not very satisfied with the result.

But he also knew very well that things could only go so far.

If the threat of oppression is urgently needed, it may arouse the disgust of Killing Shura.

You must know that the current killing Shura is still the existence of the supreme gods. ,

The cultivation base is there, and the rest, what else is there to say?

Crazy consciousness, silent now!

Basically no problem!

At least physically, it looks very stable... very stable.

All over the body, Bashi is as good as ever!

Silent moment, continuous smile!

Hold on, there is hope! Steady is qualified to fantasize!

After putting aside the blocker of killing Shura, many things are actually logical.

"Motian, let's make a move together later."

"Let the hundreds of practitioners in the Dark Temple also act together!"

"Remember, we only have one shot!"

"Once you make a move, you must kill me with one blow!"

"Do you understand what I mean?"

"This matter must be made clear to me!"

"What I said is clear enough!"

Dark Pope Motu narrowed his eyes and said directly.

This time around, it's become very realistic.

Basically, this series of things have followed suit.

Stable as Mount Tai, no problem.

"Do not worry!"

"Big brother!"

"I've already inquired about it. Fang Fan's side is just a little bit more difficult to deal with the two strong demigods from the Protoss."

"When the time comes, I will stand up."

"Brother, just focus on that Fang Fan directly."

"Take him hostage, and then take his storage ring!"

"All his treasures must be in his storage ring!"

"It must be!"

"This matter is very clear!"

The murmuring voice followed, and the picture in front of him gradually disappeared.

While the thoughts are flying, the consciousness is dying little by little. .

With such a heart, who is more likely to talk to.

Rhythm, calm now!

"Your Majesty the Pope, Lord Saint, I think you'd better think about it."

"Think about it, how long have we been against this Fang Fan?"

"But so far, have we really gained anything?"

"Is there? Does it exist?"

"Isn't it still the same from beginning to end?"

"This Fang Fan has endless great luck!"

"This kind of atmospheric fate is very clear here, and the rest, there is absolutely nothing to say."

"Everything is over."

"Anyway, in the end I don't think there will be any good results."

"Is it necessary to continue this kind of meaningless thing?"

The sound of emotion swept into place, and the picture in front of him was flipping open little by little, his thoughts drifted, and his consciousness was destroyed little by little.

At this moment, the first God Son of the Dark Temple, Madman, was serious.

Between the words, the thoughts are completely in place.

"Madness!"

"You can shut up!"

"Dare to say anything nonsense?"

"If you don't speak, no one will treat you as dumb!"

The face of the first-class saint of the Dark Temple, Motian, changed, and then he hurriedly scolded him. At this moment, the anger on his face was beyond words, his sense of oppression was gradually in place, and his mood seemed a little unstable.

The madman shrugged, he knew that was the result.

But he had already reminded it, and that was enough.

The rest, there is no need to follow up.

In fact, it is good to understand this in your heart.

The rest of the ones that don't have, are actually just sand sculptures, boring, meaningless at all.

"I have already done my best."

"As for whether you are willing to accept my opinion, that is your business."

"Well! I've done what I'm supposed to do."

"That's enough."

"The rest, I don't want to think about it for the time being."

"never mind."

The murmur followed, and the madman sighed, and then he found a place and got up.

They don't want to believe their own words, what can he do?

For him, naturally, he can only retreat, and then weep silently there?

It seems very real, very real.

The emotional side is also very relevant.

The rest of those feelings are relatively less important.

The battle is finally on!

"Fang Fan!"

"Go ahead and capture it!"

"Hand over all the divine ladders may save your life!"

The first-class saint of the Dark Temple, Motian, rushed over first, and while talking, his body couldn't help but tremble, and the excitement in his eyes was beyond words.

Excited at the moment.

"Is it the same old line?"

"Hey, it's boring."

"Why are you thinking of coming here to die?"

"What do you think?"

"The key is that when it's not good to attack me, you have to attack me at this time."

"Isn't this a sand sculpture?"

Fang Fan raised his eyebrows, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

At this moment, while talking, the sullen look in his eyes flashed to the extreme.

This wave is very real and very real.

Everything is silent now!

Basically no problem.

As long as you stay steady, none of this is a problem.

Fang Fan glanced around and saw the seven strong demigod legions and three weak demigod legions under his command, and he felt extremely secure in his heart.

"Hans! Order the Gothic Gatling Legion to get ready."

"As long as they rush over, just shoot it."

"Sweep a wave first and then talk about it."

"As for the rest, I'll talk about it later, it's not impossible."

Fang Fan licked his lips and stretched his waist, his eyes flickering, his thoughts were drifting a little bit.

Feelings have, consciousness has, thoughts are more.

All of this is coming to an end!

it is more than words!

At the moment of stability, the rest, there is no need to toss.

"If you want to fight, hurry up."

"If you don't fight, just get out."