In the sound of discussion, the Pope of the temple of darkness and the Pope of the temple of the alliance of light came together.
Fang fan and others were going to celebrate taishu Jie, but now they are also delayed.
It's a little too fast.
Fang fan wondered if the pope had been hiding around the Yuanshi holy city before? And then come out and do something when you find a chance?
Otherwise, I can't explain this thing clearly.
Fang fan licked his lips and thought to himself that his thoughts were gradually messy in his mind.
The Pope of light rides on the Golden Dragon chariot and takes the golden dragon as his car.
Pope Guangming rides on the black dragon chariot, with the black dragon as his car.
And they are not one dragon in the Dragon chariot, each with nine dragons.
Kowloon coffin?
Fang fan subconsciously came up with this idea in his mind.
"Pope Yu wenhanlin of light!"
"Dark Pope demon slaughter!"
"Here we are!"
"These two are both the existence of the supreme demigod state!"
"There is only a thin line from the legendary false god realm."
"For them, as long as they break the territory, they can fly to the divine realm."
"But they have been stuck in this position for thousands of years."
"It's still like this."
"There aren't many things that can make their hearts churn now."
"For the light Pope Yuwen Hanlin, it's hard to get him out unless the temple of the light alliance is going to be destroyed, or there's an opportunity to break his territory!"
"Our Pope has always been a dragon without a tail!"
"I haven't seen it for a long time."
Xue Wanren took a look at the front, then shrugged and introduced a wave calmly.
"Yuwen Hanlin?"
"The supreme demigod?"
"So, there really is no false god in our Light Alliance temple?"
"The supreme demigod is the ceiling?"
Fang fan looked up at the sky and felt that the ceiling was not very high.
It seems that if you stretch out your hand again, you can reach it.
Looking at Fang fan's disdainful tone on his face, Xue Wanren couldn't help twitching his lips.
This boy, how can he be so arrogant!
Isn't it good to be so arrogant?
Brain melon seeds are buzzing, and others that don't have a hammer.
Too TERT Jie took a deep breath and tried to make complaints about what he was tucking up.
Let's say that people pretend to be forced. They do have the capital to pretend to be forced.
How long has it been? Now the other team can fight against the existence of a strong demigod state alone.
Isn't there a difference between the strong demigod realm and the top demigod realm?
"Hoo!"
"You boy, don't be too crazy!"
"There is no order of magnitude between the absolute demigod and the strong demigod."
"It's OK to provoke Ouyang disciples, but don't provoke Pope Yu wenhanlin."
"Something really will happen."
"If something happens, we'll all have to follow!"
"Ouyang disciple may not dare to attack you openly, but he doesn't have so many concerns about the Pope Yuwen."
"After all, in the whole temple of the alliance of light, he is heaven!"
"Fang fan bastard, I know your boy is generous, but this time, you must... Listen to me."
"Hold on... Hold on."
"Even if I beg you, okay?"
"My little heart can't stand such continuous tossing!"
"Good guy, I'm really scared!"
"If anything happens, it'll be over."
"You boy, will you stabilize the rhythm?"
"I want to live a few more years! Don't give me too much excitement."
"No, really."
Aside, Xue Wanren couldn't help sighing liangshen.
These words are from the bottom of my heart.
This heart has already become thin and broken.
The more you think about it, the more restless you feel.
If there is a slight deviation, don't you just follow the calf?
And play with a hammer.
The rhythm must be steady! That's the top priority!
"Well..."
"Well... I'll try my best."
"I'm not stupid enough to take the initiative to fight the Pope?"
"I'm going to stay in the light camp, so I won't."
"Vice governor, don't always look at me with such vigilant eyes, will you? It seems that I'm so vicious."
"Steady, steady state of mind."
Fang fan waved and then said frankly on one side.
"Ouyang apprentice pays homage to the pope!"
"Please ask the emperor to root out crafty and crafty people for my bright camp!"
"The Pope is crowned! Ouyang disciples are willing to offer the first God ladder!"
"Crown the pope! Please kill the rebel Fang fan of the light camp! The first God ladder is on him! He took it from me!"
Ouyang, the first-class saint of the temple of the alliance of light, rose directly into the air and knelt down in front of the Pope Yuwen Hanlin, and the shouting gradually expanded to the end.
The more you say it, the more excited you are. The more you say it, the more your thoughts become beating.
At the moment, he clenched his teeth, and his eyes suddenly became very red.
Excited heart, trembling hands, only personally feel this impatience and surging mood!
Very exciting, but also particularly true!
For a time, I couldn't control it at all!
The state of mind is flying to the extreme.
Fang fan raised his eyebrows.
This guy... Became active again.
All the practitioners of the light camp, even those of the dark camp and the neutral camp, couldn't help but cast their eyes.
Who doesn't like the theatre?
If you don't have a good look at such an interesting play, won't you be blind?
There is always such an idea in this heart.
It's real and clear.
For a time, thoughts expanded in an all-round way, and the rhythm gradually swept in place.
"Why is this dog shouting again!"
"Shit! I'll go up and kill him!"
"What a lot of nonsense!"
"Isn't this pushing my apprentice into the fire pit?"
"This bastard himself has been eaten by my disciple. Now he wants to get rid of my disciple by the hand of the Pope of light!"
"Damn it!"
"I'll kill him first!"
Uncle Jie's face turned red in an instant. As he spoke, he gnawed his teeth and gathered in an all-round way. His thoughts were myriad, and his consciousness expanded in his mind.
At that moment, the face became extremely red, and the sound of breathing slowly became urgent.
It's really going to attack.
"What are you doing!"
"Don't mess around!"
"Do you know what's going on? Just mess around?"
"That's the Pope of light!"
"Do you still want to kill in front of the Pope?"
"Have you got a brain?"
"It might have been all right. You've ruined yourself with such a toss!"
Xue Wanren clenched his teeth and glared at Uncle Jie several times. His face hated iron but not steel!
When can this guy's impatience be corrected!