Chapter 1812: The real name envy of Nangong Lei

Under the city of light, in the central barracks of the dark camp.
"Damn! We have lost too much when we retreat at this time!"
"What do you think about the Pope? Didn't you tell the Pope what is happening here?"
"Give me another week, I will definitely be able to take down the Holy City of Light and wipe out those people in the Temple of the Light Alliance one by one!"
"Now we retreat at this time, who will be responsible for our previous losses?"
The Dark Temple Chilong Sage roared, the killing intent was concentrated in his eyes, and the vicious expression on his face was beyond words. While talking, his hands could not help but clenched tightly, and a series of violent words came out of his mouth.
"Sage Chilong, this is an order from the Pope's crown, do you want to violate it too?"
"This is the realm of the gods of darkness! The ruins of the gods have been opened early, and the fruits of the gods have matured..."
The face of the saint Zuoqiu of the dark temple standing aside gradually showed a heavy expression.
"The ruins of the gods... are open? The divine fruit has matured? How could it be possible! According to the previous practice, it will take at least a year for the divine fruit to mature..."
"This time... how could it be like this!"
"Where is the deviation!"
"Could it be that those old things in the Temple of the Bright Alliance didn't follow the rules? They secretly shot?"
The Dark Temple Chilong Saint frowned, and at this moment he gradually became quiet.
He also knows what the situation is now. The main reason for the vent just now is that there is some unwillingness in his heart and want to roar. Now that the roar is over, he has gradually become silent.
"Sage Chilong, do you think this is possible?"
"The ruins of the gods are areas beyond the control of the gods of darkness and the gods of light... You know the value of the divine fruit there... even the gods of darkness and light are highly valued... this level Treasure, what ability do you think those people in the Temple of the Light Alliance have to make them mature early?"
"This time I don't know what happened in the ruins of the gods..."
"But in any case, the battle of the divine fruit in the ruins of the gods... we must win it all! No spot accidents!"
"Only by obtaining enough divine fruit... we can give birth to the next holy deity... so that our dark temple can be invincible!"
As the saint Zuoqiu of the Dark Temple spoke, his eyes flickered with excitement.
The value of the divine fruit is enough to make him so obsessed!
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"Little friend Fang Fan, the war of gods has come to an end, and the sage of Dongguo wants you to go to the temple of priests to receive the reward!"
"This time the battle of God, Fang Fan's little friend has outstanding war honors, I am afraid that he will be promoted to a higher level!"
"Hey...you are the fastest promotion I have ever seen..."
Red-clothed Archbishop Nangong Lei of the Temple of the Bright Alliance spoke, with a somewhat enviable expression in his eyes.
If it is placed in the past, envy definitely does not exist. He thinks that he is the third grade red bishop, and his identity is placed there...
But now this feeling has completely changed...
Nangong Lei is not quite sure when Fang Fan will directly follow the rise and take off, and then the back wave of the Yangtze River pushes the front wave, and the front wave was shot to death on the beach...
The cardinal archbishop of the third rank of him doesn't look so popular now.
It seemed that Fang Fan couldn't take it with common sense at all.