Chapter 3860 This is the ceiling

Amidst the sound of discussion, the Pope of the Temple of Darkness and the Pope of the Temple of the Alliance of Light came hand in hand.

Fang Fan and the others were going to celebrate his great uncle Jie, but they were also delayed at this moment.

The speed here is a bit too fast.

Fang Fan wondered if the Pope had been hiding around the Yuanshi God City before? Then come out and do things when you find an opportunity?

Otherwise, some words about this thing are not very clear.

Fang Fan licked his lips, thinking to himself, his thoughts gradually became chaotic in his mind.

The Pope of Light rides on a golden dragon chariot, with a golden dragon as his vehicle.

The Pope of Light rides on a black dragon chariot, using the black dragon as his vehicle.

And there is not one dragon pulling the dragon chariot, each has nine dragons.

Kowloon coffin?

This idea subconsciously appeared in Fang Fan's mind.

"Bright Pope Yuwen Hanlin!"

"Dark Pope Demon Tu!"

"They're all here!"

"These two are the existence of the supreme demigod realm!"

"It's only a thin line away from the legendary pseudo-god realm."

"For them, as long as they break through the realm, they can ascend to the realm of the gods."

"But they have been stuck in this position for tens of thousands of years."

"It still looks like this."

"Now there are not many things that can make them feel turbulent."

"For that light pope, Yuwen Hanlin, unless the Temple of the Light Alliance is about to be destroyed, or encounters an opportunity that will allow him to break through, it will be difficult for him to be dispatched!"

"Our Pope has always been a dragon who never sees the end!"

"I haven't seen it in a long time."

Xue Wanren glanced forward, then shrugged, and calmly introduced a wave from the side.

"Yuwen Hanlin?"

"Extreme demigod?"

"So, there really are no false gods in our Temple of the Alliance of Light?"

"Is the top demigod 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 will be able to arrive.

Seeing Fang Fan's disdainful tone, Xue Wanren couldn't help but twitch his lips.

How could this boy be so arrogant!

Isn't this thing so arrogant to the extreme?

My brain was buzzing, and some of the others were missing, and they even said a hammer.

Uncle Jie took a deep breath, wanting to complain about something, but in the end fell silent again.

Let's say people are pretending to be aggressive, and indeed they have the capital to pretend to be aggressive.

How long has it been? Now this team can fight against a strong demigod by itself.

Doesn't it seem that the strong demigod realm and the peak demigod realm are just one realm behind?

"call!"

"You boy, don't be too crazy!"

"There is no order of magnitude between the top demigod and the strong demigod."

"It's okay to provoke Ouyangtu, but don't provoke the Pope of Yuwen Hanlin."

"It's really going to happen."

"If something goes wrong, then everyone will have to collapse!"

"Ouyangtu may not dare to attack you openly, but he doesn't have so many worries about that Pope Yuwen."

"After all, in the entire Temple of the Light Alliance, he is the sky!"

"Fang Fan, you bastard, I know you are a bastard, but this time you must...you must listen to me."

"Hold on...you must hold on."

"Even if I beg you, okay?"

"My little heart can't stand such continuous tossing!"

"Good guy, I'm really scared!"

"If something happens, it will be completely finished."

"You boy, can you stabilize the rhythm?"

"I still want to live a few more years! Don't give me too much stimulation."

"Really, I can't hold it."

On the side, Xue Wanren couldn't help sighing deeply.

These sentences are all words from the heart.

This heart has long been broken.

The more I think about it, the more restless I feel.

It's a little bit off, why don't you just follow the calf?

Time to play with a hammer.

The rhythm must be steady! This is the most important thing!

"Forehead……"

"This... I will try my best."

"I won't be so stupid as to take the initiative to start a war with the Pope?"

"I still want to hang out in the light camp, it won't happen."

"Deputy Palace Master, don't always look at me with such vigilant eyes, okay? It makes me seem so vicious."

"Steady, steady mind."

Fang Fan waved his hand, then said calmly from the side.

"Ouyangtu pays homage to His Majesty the Pope!"

"I ask His Majesty the Pope to eradicate traitors for my camp of light!"

"Your Majesty the Pope! Ouyang is willing to present the first ladder!"

"Your Majesty the Pope! Please kill Fang Fan who rebelled against the light camp! The first section of the divine ladder is on him! He took it away from me!"

Ouyangtu, the first-class saint in the Temple of the Alliance of Light, soared into the air, and then knelt down in front of the Pope of Light, Yuwen Hanlin, and his shouts gradually swelled to the end.

The more I talked, the more excited I became, and the more I talked, the more my thoughts became more and more beating.

At this moment, he clenched his teeth tightly, and his eyes suddenly became extremely blood red.

Excited heart, trembling hands, you can only know this impetuous and surging mood if you have experienced it personally!

Very exciting, but also very real!

For a while, I couldn't control it at all!

The mentality fluttered to the extreme.

Fang Fan raised his eyebrows.

This guy... is alive again.

A group of practitioners from the light camp, as well as people from the dark camp and neutral camp couldn't help casting their gazes over.

Who doesn't like to watch a play?

Such an interesting play, if you don't take a good look at it, wouldn't you be in vain?

There is always such an idea in my heart.

Very real and very clear.

All of a sudden, thoughts swelled in an all-round way, and the rhythm slowly swept into place.

"Why is this dog screaming again!"

"Damn it! I'm going up and killing him right away!"

"There's so much nonsense!"

"Isn't this pushing my apprentice into the fire pit?"

"This bastard himself has suffered from my disciple, and now he wants to use the hand of the Pope of Light to get rid of my disciple!"

"Damn it!"

"I'll kill him first!"

Taishu Jie's complexion turned red in an instant, and while he was speaking, his attitude of gnashing his teeth followed by a full gathering, his thoughts were full of thoughts, and his consciousness was fully expanded in his mind.

At this moment, his face became extremely red, and his breathing gradually became rapid.

Make a gesture, and you're really about to launch an 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 people in front of the Pope?"

"Do you have a brain?"

"There might be nothing wrong with it, but you ruined yourself by making such a fuss!"

Xue Wanren gritted his teeth, and glared viciously at Taishu Jie several times, with a look of hatred that iron cannot be turned into steel!

When will this guy's impatience be cured!