Divine System of the Strongest Card Supplier in the End Times

Fang Fan snorted coldly, there was nothing to provoke this wave at all.

Seeing that you are unhappy, this consciousness is directly overwhelmed.

Then crush it in place, crushing you directly to the bottom of the valley!

Basically that's what happened.

Realistic and clear.

The rest are small issues.

All kinds of rhythms, stable and present.

"Boy! So arrogant!"

"It seems that you really want to die!"

"If you want to die, I will satisfy you!"

"Humph!"

"Everyone! Give it to me!"

"Catch Fang Fan! The rewards are endless!"

The first-class saint of the Dark Temple, Motian, was talking, and the savage color in his eyes flashed with the whole area. At this moment, the sense of oppression swept to the extreme!

Immediately, everything in front of you was wiped out!

Excited heart trembling hands, only through personal experience to understand this feeling.

Very real and very realistic.

Hold on tight and you'll have everything!

Watching hundreds of dark temple practitioners rush directly over, Mo Tian's face showed a refreshing look.

Everything is safe and sound!

This wave, it's definitely no problem!

All the pictures are locked!

My heart slowly followed suit.

At the moment, I can't help but feel a sense of happiness.

boom!

Bang bang bang!

Just when Mo Tian felt that everything was going according to his intentions, the scene suddenly went out of control!

Those special weapons began to spew flames, and the flames spewed out little by little, completely engulfing everything in front of them!

For a time, a sense of panic swept through the depths of my heart.

What else are there to say about the rest of those feelings? Gradually, it completely disappeared.

The feeling is gone, the consciousness is collapsed, and those who do not have it, even say a hammer.

Basically, that's it.

Very smooth, very oppressive.

Mo Tian felt that he was just blinking his eyes, and then everything in front of him changed, making him feel unfamiliar and terrifying.

"Why... how come they all fell down?"

"impossible!"

"Fake! It must be fake!"

"Blindfolding method! It must be a blindfolding method!"

"Asshole! Asshole!"

"Why did it become like this?"

"Who is it? Who is confusing this saint?"

The devil screamed wildly.

What happened to the hundreds of Protoss cultivators who had gathered around him?

What's so special, there is not one left, all fell down, most of them died, and there are still a few strong demigods who are still barely breathing.

But looking at it, it's almost there.

"This attack... actually has the power of a strong demigod!"

"The most important thing is that the shooting speed is so fast!"

"how so!"

"What the **** is going on here?"

"why why!"

"They were obviously not so powerful before."

"Why every time I see it, it will show a different power."

"Have they been hiding all this time?"

"Hu... Hu Hu Hu! If... If that's the case, it's too scary!"

"Conspiracy! It's all a conspiracy!"

"In this way, it's all seen through!"

"So it is... so it is!"

"I said, how did it become what it is now."

"This matter can't be left like this!"

"Vengeance! Revenge!"

"All have to die! All have to die!"

At this moment, Mo Tian's mood seemed to be a little broken, and he was about to get angry when he shouted.

Snapped!

There was a loud slap in the face, and Mo Tian's face was firmly slapped with a big mouth.

"Who? Who dares to hit me?"

Mo Tian turned his head angrily, and immediately saw his elder brother Mo Tu was looking at him indifferently.

"Don't act like a lunatic!"

"I haven't figured out what the situation is now, what are you shouting about?"

"Is this necessary?"

"Calm down!"

"Now you rush up, don't you die?"

"This group of people has become a climate."

"But it's not all invincible."

Dark Pope Motu narrowed his eyes, thinking to himself, his hands gradually closed.

"Brother, our subordinates are all dead!"

"This little brat is so cruel!"

"There really isn't one left."

"Butcher! This kid is clearly a butcher!"

"Clean up everything in front of you!"

"Bastard! It's all bastards!"

"Brother, I can't take this breath!"

"Brother! I think I have to do something!"

"Brother, this matter... This matter can't be buried just like that!"

"Big brother!"

Before Motian, he was considered a strong man, and he was very strong in all aspects.

But now screaming like a child.

That crying face looked like a sand sculpture.

In front of his eldest brother, isn't he just a child?

In all respects, do you still feel that there is still a sense of spiritual sustenance?

It is probably this kind of consciousness and emotion, very real and very clear.

"I know!"

"Aren't you thinking of a way now?"

"You can shut up!"

"Stop talking nonsense!"

"Just stay there for me!"

"I asked you before, did you investigate their situation clearly."

"How did you reply to me then?"

"Um?"

"You swore at that time that it was all done!"

"Now you're acting like a ghost?"

"Are you still right?"

"damn thing!"

"Damn things!"

"What's the point of rushing over now?"

"It's meaningless other than sending heads."

"This Fang Fan is no longer the Fang Fan you imagined."

"In the Buddha Temple, he can win all the gods, and even the little girl beside him can ascend into the god's realm. Is this something ordinary people can do?"

"Now light is definitely not enough with the power of our dark temple."

"At the moment, we must use all aspects of strength."

"This is the most important thing!"

"The rest, you can totally ignore it."

"This matter must be stabilized... and then stabilized!"

"Slightly inadvertently, pull it all over."

The muttering sound followed, and the Pope Motu of the Dark Temple clenched his fists, and then his eyes swept around, ready to start looking for allies.

In this case, without allies, he couldn't bear it.

"You guys, stop fighting!"

"Is it important to fight, or is it important to seize the ladder and create a path to the gods?"

"If you really enter the realm of the gods, what's the point of your so-called battles of willpower?"

"You have come here all the way, why don't you know?"

The Dark Pope Motu snorted coldly, and then felt full of oppression.

Immediately following him, he changed his gaze and looked towards the Protoss.

"Translate! Hurry up and translate!"

"Tell them everything I say!"

"These bastards! Don't understand anything!"

"That Fang Fan has quietly risen!"