Divine System of the Strongest Card Supplier in the End Times

This guy really fell into the eyes of money.

Except for the treasure in this heart, which is the fragments of the gods, he doesn't consider the current situation at all.

"That Motian is still staring, there is no chance for us."

"We are more than self-preserving, but if we want to choose to kill them all at once, it is somewhat unlikely."

"And there will definitely be more dangers at that time."

"never mind."

"Don't bother."

"There will definitely be something wrong then."

"Rhythm, stay steady."

"Don't mess around."

"Something will happen then."

Fang Fan squinted his eyes, his eyes flickering as he spoke

At this time, the wish has been achieved, and it is almost time to stop.

"Fang Fan is right."

"Everything is based on security."

"If they wake up and know that the **** ladder is still with Fang Fan, they might have to unite and attack us."

"We don't need to take this risk."

"go!"

"Go!"

"do not hesitate!"

"Take advantage of the fact that they can't deal with each other. For the time being, we can't be taken into consideration!"

"Whirring whirring!"

"Speed... faster, faster!"

"Don't stop anyone!"

"Fast pace! Get moving!"

Xue Wanren, the deputy chief of Guangming Academy, waved his hand, and then took the lead to evacuate towards the distance.

Fang Fan and his party retreated silently.

The battle in the distance is still going on.

Ouyang Disciple, who has been following Fang Fan and others, his eyes burst at this moment!

It was this guy who entrapped himself so badly!

How can this guy escape so easily now?

If so, he couldn't make it through his heart!

That kind of crazy anxious mood fluttered wildly in my mind, and for a while I was a little speechless.

His complexion was extremely vicious, and his body and mind burst back to the original point.

It's nothing.

Follow the established rhythm, follow the established route, just play like this.

"Fang Fan! Naughty barrier! Don't go!"

"Magic!"

"Have you seen it!"

"Fang Fan, this little beast must have a guilty conscience, so he ran away with True God Ladder!"

"You idiot, what are you still staring at me here?"

"Staring at me will not gain anything!"

"Call ... whistling call, and how many times you say, why ... why can not believe!"

"What more do I have to make you believe it!"

"Aren't you very clever on weekdays?"

"When you pit me, every pit is accurate!"

"What's wrong now?"

"what?"

"Why are you languishing?"

"Get up! Stand up!"

"Didn't you hear what I said to you?"

The roar suddenly gathered in his mind, and Ouyang Tu was bloody!

He hadn't noticed his injuries at this moment. There is only one thing in this heart, and that is revenge!

It was Fang Fan who cheated him so badly!

How can we just forget about this matter?

This face has been beaten and swollen!

He is a disciple of Ouyang, the first-class saint of the temple of the dignified Bright Alliance, and the president of the bright camp in the city of Yuanshi God! It is the supreme existence of a strong semi-divine realm!

Who doesn't give him a little bit of face to the heaven and earth? Honor him as a sage!

But now, what's wrong with this?

Ah?

What do you want to make a fuss like?

Do you have to follow the flutter?

If you have to die, then you can directly fulfill you! Follow them to die!

It's dead, it's clean.

When he died, all of this would also end.

Thinking of this, the whole person became calmer in an instant.

Because it really doesn't matter now.

It feels like this is not a big deal at all.

The rhythm stabilized, and the consciousness gradually became sober.

Stable as Mount Tai!

The first-class saint Motian of the Dark Temple frowned, silently watching Fang Fan and the others leave without saying a word.

"Sage of the devil, don't you really fail to see that this Ouyang disciple has been pitted?"

"The time has come. If he is still acting, his concentration is really too strong."

"I guess, the **** ladder should still be on Fang Fan."

"Whether this person is scheming or resourceful, or even that courage and breath, they are very comparable to others!"

"Be outstanding!"

The first madman of the Dark Temple raised his eyebrows and couldn't help but comment.

"How could I not know the situation?"

"I know everything about these and none."

"It's just that sometimes, I can only pretend to be crazy and be stupid."

"Even if you know that the ladder is still with Fang Fan?"

"With the two of us, it is unrealistic to capture Fang Fan and capture the ladder of the gods."

"Don't forget, that Fang Fan is not a soft persimmon."

"There are two weak demigods of the Protoss sitting beside him!"

"Unless Tuo Ouyang and I shot at the same time, I have a chance to kill this Fang Fan."

"But now this Ouyang disciple has been crippled by this group of cultivators of the **** race, it is a bit difficult to regain combat power in a short time."

"This is the end of the matter, there is nothing to say at all."

"Nothing."

"All these things are messy."

"A good game, now it's so messy!"

"asshole!"

"Wrong step, wrong step."

"I knew that, I shouldn't have come!"

The first-class saint Motian of the Dark Temple also regretted it at this moment.

He is not like a saint, but more like a speculator.

Looking for business opportunities everywhere, and then choose a full counterattack at the right time!

At such a moment, that feeling will slowly follow.

It may be such an effect.

Real and clear.

The rhythm is clear, the consciousness is clear, and the rest is indifferent and fearless! It's nothing.

As for all these situations?

In general, the problem is not big!

"Ah!"

"I said it a long time ago, let's go back, you have to say that there are still fighters here."

"It's all right now, the bamboo basket is empty."

"Since it's all like this."

"Then go."

"Never mind this Ouyang disciple."

"It seems that it is impossible for this group of cultivators of the **** race to let him go."

"There is a high probability that he will be regarded as a ghost for the dead."

"But even if this Ouyang disciple is dead, I'm afraid he will take away some of the demigod powerhouses of the Protoss."

"It does no harm to our dark camp."

The first **** child madman of the dark temple yawned and said calmly.

In this matter, there is nothing tempted at all.

It doesn't matter at all, the overall rhythm can still be followed.

"No."

"Ouyangtu wants to save, he can't die yet."

The first-class saints of the Dark Temple spoke astonishingly, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

"Ok?"

"Are you being irritated and stupid?"

"What nonsense is this all talking about?"

"Why can't he die?"

"When you **** it, don't you just die?"