Chapter 3991 I don't care about you
There may be thousands of people killed in this wave...
Those who can get mixed up here are basically existences above the Saint Venerable Realm, and even some of them are quasi-demigods or even weak demigods.
On the outside, they are all absolute powerhouses that are second to none!
But here, they all turned into ashes, and for a while, it made people feel quite embarrassing.
While thoughts fluttered, the whole person looked dumbfounded.
I can't express what I want to say.
The picture in front of him was gradually destroyed.
The chrysanthemum is broken and the ground is injured!
Completely scared these people! Convinced! They will follow suit!
If not, these guys will still choose to continue to pretend.
In this case, if you play with a hammer, it will be a wave of crushing!
Go up and do it!
Just do whatever you want!
This must not be cowardly!
Do it to the end!
That's basically it.
So real and so apt!
Steady as an old dog! Steady as Mount Tai!
In fact, at this time, it is a contest of high-end combat power.
At this time, in fact, the absolute peak demigod level combat power can decide everything.
The combat power of the two strong demigods of the protoss is roughly equivalent to the combat power of a normal peak demigod!
The protoss' peak demigod combat power is almost equivalent to two ordinary peak demigod combat powers.
In combat, the talent of the protoss is too high.
If you don't admit it at this point, you really can't do it.
They do have such confidence and strength!
These are all placed in that position, what about a hammer?
That's basically what happened with this wave.
Gradually, all thoughts and ideas became numb.
As his eyes flickered, the corners of his mouth twitched to the extreme. The more he thought about it, the more chaotic and unreal the thoughts in his mind seemed!
chaos! chaos! chaos!
Total mess!
...
Dark camp!
"Do you want to make a move?"
"Kill the Saint of Shura! How about you and I join forces to seize the divine ladder?"
"This is also the meaning of my elder brother, the Dark Pope!"
"Kill the Saint Shura! Don't forget your identity! You are also a member of the Dark Temple!"
"Maintaining the vested interests of the Dark Temple is your duty in itself!"
"Kill the Saint Shura!"
"Talk to you!"
"Don't always face us with this attitude, can you?"
"ah?"
"From the beginning to the end, have you been pretending to be deaf and dumb like this?"
"What do you think?"
"Can you stop pretending to be deaf and dumb?"
"Speak! Speak!"
The roar gradually unfolded in place, and the eyes slowly became extremely red!
The more I thought about it, the more mad and painful I felt!
For a while, I didn't know what to say at all!
Numb, this wave, completely numb.
It's nothing, just follow the blindness and show it.
The patience of the first-class saint Motian in the Dark Temple has reached its limit!
It's just that another first-class saint in the Dark Temple killed Shura so calmly from beginning to end.
Kill Shura didn't want to go against Fang Fan.
He felt some affinity with Fang Fan.
It feels like they belong to the same clan.
Between each other, it should be the same as catering to each other!
In the heart, these thoughts and thoughts will exist unnaturally.
All of a sudden, the picture in front of him is changing!
After that, Killing Shura saw the seven Blood Shuras in the Blood Shura Legion behind Fang Fan, and his heart trembled even more.
"Pure Shura power!"
"The realm and combat power of these Shuras may not be as high as mine, but... But one thing I have to admit is that they are very strong! They are really very strong!"
"This...this is totally different!"
"This kind of thing... this kind of thing must be stable... must be stable!"
"Their Shura blood must be more pure than mine!"
"They are pure-blooded Shuras!"
"The God of Shura once left a prophecy..."
"When encountering a pure-blood Shura one day, I choose to do it without hesitation!"
"At this moment, I can't act without hesitation, but... But I can't choose to fight against pure-blood Shuras, right?"
"Yes... yes, that's right."
"This wave... must... be suppressed! It must be suppressed."
Asura, the first-class saint killer in the Dark Temple, gritted his teeth, trembling his lips, his thoughts gathered in his mind, and then let out a heavy breath.
The whole person relaxed a lot at the moment.
At least... at least there won't be those stressful feelings anymore.
The whole body is as stable as ever.
"Kill the Saint Shura!"
"Are you playing this trick of pretending to be deaf and dumb with me again?"
"How many times have I told you!"
"Kill the Saint Shura!"
"I hope you don't do this again!"
"This matter, you must give me an explanation!"
"do you understand?"
The cold snort was in place, the cruel look in the eyes gradually gathered in place, and the complexion became more and more gloomy.
If you feel so deeply, let alone tell it to someone.
Nothing, everything is fluttering.
In the end, in the end, there will be a complete end!
At the very least, it is difficult to return to rationality in the true sense.
can't do it.
Totally impossible.
Mo Tian is already issuing an ultimatum!
Of course, such an ultimatum is nonsense for killing Shura.
He didn't care at all.
What is there to be concerned about?
Um?
Still don't care?
In my heart, numb, indifferent and silent.
For a moment, the eyebrows were raised, and the thoughts were being oppressed a little bit.
Steady as Mount Tai! Tell someone more!
"Let me explain to you?"
"Why?"
"How old are you?"
"Or else, play a game?"
"I'm too lazy to care about your crap, but you don't care about mine either!"
"Our well water does not interfere with the river water, otherwise, it will be broken."
"Just like the light camp, it's okay to break up directly."
"I think it's pretty good too."
"Otherwise, give it a try?"
Killing Shura folded his arms around his chest, and while talking, he couldn't help showing a look of hostility on his face.
Those who are soft are afraid of those who are hard, and those who are hard are afraid of death.
This repeated cycle, gradually, became what it is now.
Sweeping across at a glance, it feels like that's the case.
Gradually, naturally I don't know what to express.
The whole person fluttered on the spot, and everything was said without saying anything.
Safe as ever! Take it easy!
Mo Tian, the first-class saint in the Dark Temple, immediately blushed!
Son of a bitch!
Got pissed off!
He has a hard heart!
Then subconsciously stood up, and then panted frantically, with a complex and abrupt expression!
But... But in an instant, like a frustrated temper, he lost his temper.
The whole person looked unsettled, as if he couldn't lift his spirits.
Gradually numb on the spot, nothing.
The whole person is as uncomfortable and painful as ever!
Damn bastard!
Everyone is doing evil!
Kill Shura!
Someday! My devil will make you pay the price!
