Chapter 812： The spirit of the emperor against the gambling fruit (1/2)

Yun Yun suddenly said silently on the side.

Why does Fang Fan feel so sore in his ears?

Fang Fan shrugged, secretly saying that he must have heard it wrong...

...

”Zi Ling! It's useless! Even if you don't dare to use the trash from the bright camp, the elite of my dark camp can still slaughter that kid directly!”

”This is the general trend!”

Zhou Du, the envoy of the Demon Heaven Pavilion, said in a gloomy voice, he wanted to see the violent expression on the face of the plump young woman in front of him.

Every time I see it, it is a kind of enjoyment! An ultimate enjoyment!

”Haha...Is it?”

”I want to see how those little monsters of your dark camp die!”

Although Zi Ling said so, she really didn't have any bottom in her heart...

After all, the current situation is a bit beyond her control.

That was the battlefield of gods and demons, and she couldn't directly ignore the contract of the gods and rush in to rescue Fang Fan...

In the face of hundreds of thousands of elites in the dark camp, Zi Ling is really a little frustrated...

”I just hope that this kid won't try to die...”

”If you really can't do anything, you will come out after you say confession...”

”Even if you are forced to give up this opportunity, it's nothing...”

”The ruins of the gods are good, but you have to go in!”

Zi Ling sighed secretly, there was still a sense of anxiety invisibly...

”Haha! Zi Ling Saint Emperor is so confident? Why not make a bet?”

”If the warriors of our dark camp can slaughter Fang Fan or drive him out of the battlefield of gods and demons, the Purple Ling Sage Emperor might as well surrender a ray of emperor gas...”

There was a greedy look on Zhou Value's face, and the aura of a genius holy emperor like Zi Ling must be very strong! By then, your own absorption will surely increase your cultivation base! ”

”Hehe... what a big tone!”

”Everything is just a ray of the emperor's breath, even if I give it to you, can you afford it?”