The strongest card supplier of the god-level system in the apocalypse

Chapter 1420 Disagreement
If it wasn't for relying on his strength now, he would have done it himself!
Of course, from Hao Yun's point of view, even if he was doing the sword himself, he would definitely not be an opponent.

After venting his temper, Hao Yun, the son of the Pavilion Master of Haotian Pavilion, walked out of the door silently, and then rushed over... He also wanted to see what the situation was like.

Returning to Jiangcheng again, Fang Fan couldn't help showing a look of excitement on his face.

The building here is still the same as before, not much has changed.

Looking from a distance, on top of the tallest building, there is also a mighty bunker displayed on it. On top of the bunker, laser cannons are neatly deployed.

In the past, this war fortress preserved the entire Jiangcheng and killed countless zombies and demonized beasts for Jiangcheng.

And now... this can only be a display.

Because at this moment, the artillery fire from the laser cannon on this war fortress has almost no lethality to everyone...

Any king-level cultivator can easily catch laser shells with his bare hands...

The building is still the same, but the situation here has already undergone a huge change!
In the entire Jiangcheng, there is not a single living human race!

On the streets and alleys, what I feel is the strong smell of blood!

The surviving practitioners in Jiangcheng went to the Acropolis sub-shrine to take refuge before, but most of them were killed and a small number were captured before they could be transferred. They were branded and sent to warships, waiting for their fate to become slaves!
"Humans, never be slaves!"

Fang Fan's eyes instantly turned blood red, and the fireworks of revenge raged in his mind!This kind of idea is also gradually rising...

Revenge... has become his only will at the moment!
"Who are you? Don't you know that this is the territory of Haotian Pavilion?"

Bei Lin, the protector of Haotian Pavilion in a gray robe, strode over with a look of contempt in his eyes.

He saw Fang Fan at first glance, and then he felt that he was only a low-level quasi-sacred realm, so he immediately let go of his vigilance.

Low-level quasi-sages pose no threat to him!

"Haotian Pavilion?"

"Ha ha……"

"This is the territory of my human race! It is the territory of my Human Emperor Palace!"

"It's useless to tell you this..."

"Because you will soon... die!"

Fang Fan took out the four-star holy sword, put it in the palm of his hand and wiped it gently.

The blood debt is destined to be repaid with blood!
"Are you a human race?"

"There are geniuses like you in the human race?"

"Not bad... Not bad... You can be promoted to the quasi-sacred realm at such a bone age... Very good!"

"I will give you a chance to become my war slave, and I will spare your life!"

Hao Yun, the son of the Pavilion Master of Haotian Pavilion, strode forward, and when he saw Fang Fan, he nodded proudly.

"You probably don't know my identity yet. I am the son of the master of Haotian Pavilion! I am Haoyun, and now I am the master of this plane!"

"It is a great honor for you to be my war slave!"

While Hao Yun was talking, the look of arrogance on his face grew more and more.

Fang Fan remained silent, because it was meaningless to talk to the dead.

When his sword is wiped clean, blood can be seen!
"Master Yun, they killed Xiao En and killed tens of thousands of practitioners in our Haotian Pavilion. They must die!"

"They are not qualified to be war slaves!"

Beilin, the protector of Haotian Pavilion, glanced at Haoyun calmly, and then said directly.

(End of this chapter)