Looking at the mountains in front of the Indian country for thousands of years, among which there are countless inheritance records, all of them have been chopped down by Ye Fan.

The thousand-meter mountain, the majestic peak, but at this moment there are only a pile of ruins left.

King Flora and their hearts are bleeding.

However, seeing that the holy mountain was destroyed, their ancestors still did not appear.

Only now did King Foluo realize that Ye Fan was right.

Their Indian ancestors, I am afraid that they will never appear again.

The last hope is shattered!

King Foluo and Haibu are undoubtedly desperate.

Like a drowning man grabbing at the last straw.

But now, this straw is also broken.

It is conceivable that the desperation in the hearts of people like King Floro.

For a moment, King Flo felt tired.

Tiredness and weakness swept in like a tide.

In the end, these few Yin Guo titles didn't even have the strength to stand, they staggered and collapsed on the ruins on the ground.

"Hahaha"

"Ha ha ha ha"

"It's God who wants to destroy my country of India!"

"Heaven is going to destroy my Indian martial arts!"

"I only hate that I, the king of Buddha, is incompetent. Martial arts have been destroyed for thousands of years, and now they are completely destroyed by my hands."

King Flora burst out laughing.

That powerless and desperate voice was so sad.

At this time, the king of Flora seemed to have aged dozens of years in an instant.

It is estimated that before this, the king of Buddha and the others never dreamed that their great Indian martial arts would be destroyed by one person.

humiliation, resentment, despair, remorse

All kinds of emotions filled King Flora's heart.

Unknowingly, in the old eyes of King Foluo, there were already old tears.

"Chu Tianfan, you won"

"I'll wait, if you lose, you'll be convinced."

"willing to die"

"But there is only one condition, I only ask that after we die, you can let the rest of the Indian martial arts fighters and common people go." JrNovels.com