The soldiers who had also failed on the side looked sad. Originally, they could still withstand the loneliness caused by failure, but now their defenses were completely broken.

"No, I'm just going to comfort you. How the hell did you really become this?"

"I said there will be opportunities in the future. I didn't tell you that there will be opportunities in two seconds! Not in this future!"

"What the hell, I'm still here comforting you! I'm fucking comforting you!"

"I am comforting you to make you feel better, not to make you a god, buddy!"

"No, I can't hold myself any longer, wuwuwu!"

I am afraid that my brother will have a hard time, but I am even more afraid that my brother will drive a Land Rover.

The failure of a friend is sad, but the success of a friend is even sadder.

Witnessing with their own eyes that their comrades who had failed like themselves suddenly became gods, these soldiers who came to comfort them felt even more uncomfortable than their own failure just now.

"Brother, be strong, I know you are sad..." Li Sanyong was not very good at comforting others, so he could only imitate the other person's previous comforting words and speak familiar words.

Reverse comfort belongs to yes.

"Oh, oh, oh, don't say anything about my comfort to you. I beg you to stay away from me. Are you a devil..." A soldier cried with tears on his face.

The result is the next moment.

"Click!"

"boom!!"

Become a god!

"Oh, I have become a god too?" The warrior looked at the divine power bursting out of his body in confusion, "This... Haha, brothers, please feel uncomfortable first, and I won't feel uncomfortable anymore. I will comfort you."

The other defeated warriors cried even more sadly.

Li Sanyong was silent for a moment, thinking to himself, could this comforting formula be the formula to become a god?

He tentatively walked towards another grieving soldier and said slowly: "Brother, be strong..."

the other side.

Lin Fan just finished saying, "Please accept the reality. Since we have failed, don't be too depressed or despairing." He also thought that the comfort was ineffective, and why were these soldiers becoming more and more uncomfortable.

Just before his eyes, he saw several beams of light rising into the sky.

Even with the appearance of this divine light pillar, as the failed and successful warriors like Li Sanyong began to console themselves, those failed warriors became more and more painful, and more light pillars appeared.

Lin Fan: "..."

Is this despicable Shura himself too kind?

That's easy to handle.

If it can’t be comforted, then there is no comfort!

Lin Fan was silent for a moment, then took the microphone and yelled: "You trash, who can you deserve? You waste a potion to become a god. Do you know how precious this potion is? One hundred and forty million people are counting on you trash?"

"I still want to become a god, and I still want to fight with gods, but I##@#@, I gave you a chance but it's all useless, I'm going to bully you

#￥￥%, I am working hard outside, you trash ##￥#%, you deserve to have your relatives and friends killed by the gods, you deserve to be..."

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Instead of comforting me, I scolded him with a blaring little mouth and a lotus-like tongue.

Who said that the human race has no emperor?

I become a key immortal with Shura!

For a moment, listening to the commander-in-chief's angry curses, the soldiers who were originally sad because of their failure to become gods became even more uncomfortable and ashamed.

Despicable Shura, he loves to torture his teammates the most.

When it comes to torturing teammates, I, Lin Fan, am a professional!

"Commander, why are you talking like that? They also want to become gods. It's not their fault. You can't scold them like this..." Chique on the side quickly comforted, but looking at the beams of light bursting out, Chique couldn't blame them.

Que was stunned for a moment and said excitedly: "Thirty-three thousand two hundred and thirteen, thirty-three thousand two hundred and twenty-five! Thirty-three thousand two hundred and fifty-two... Commander-in-Chief, you must scold me more harshly! Go to death."

I’m scolding you! If it doesn’t work, I’ll do it!”

The people in the audience were angry at first, asking why the commander-in-chief was still cursing and helping to speak up.

"Commander-in-Chief, your words are too unpleasant."

"Yes, I have experienced a life-and-death battle. I am not afraid of dying for Daxia, but I really have no choice."

"Didn't you tell me that this is all possible? They just had bad luck today. I can't blame them. Let's take our time in the future."

"It's just... huh? Wait? It seems that someone has become a god again... Hiss, it seems that the more he curses, the more he curses..."

"How about we come too?"

Come on!

The common people were silent for a moment, then followed Lin Fan and transformed into Da Xia Jianxian, shouting loud curses.

"waste!"

"That's right, we trust you so much, but you actually..."

"The demigods carefully selected by the God-killing Army are not as good as my pigs! All the food is wasted for you! How can you be worthy of your parents!"

"Don't go home tonight, I don't have a son like you!" A warrior mother gritted her teeth and said, "It's unfortunate for our family! Today I will sever the relationship between mother and son!"

Audiences watching the live broadcast also took out their keyboard instruments, transformed into elegant pianists, and began to play beautiful piano music.

Key Immortal’s Key Formation!

There are three million Key Immortals in the Great Xia land, curses resound for three thousand miles, and rolling Key Qi comes up from the sky like the water of the Yellow River.

How are the key skills of the people in Daxia?

Key skills reach the sky!

This is a traditional preserved item, which has not been discontinued even for thousands of years. After five thousand years of inheritance, the Daxia Key Technique has been passed down from generation to generation, bringing forth new ones from the old. Even any old lady has an extremely profound foundation in Key Technique, looking at the sky and looking down upon the gods.

If it were a competition of key skills, even ten divine realms wouldn't be enough for Da Xia.

Of course, Lin Fan, who was born in the sweet homeland of Zuan and has parents in Zuan, is the key to being a key immortal.

Sword God Zhang Feng whispered: "What a terrifying key energy!"

Mr. Guan Erye opened his eyes slightly: "In those days, Mr. Wolong quarreled with the Confucian scholars, scolded Situ Wang Lang to death, and scorned Zhou Yu of Dongwu... But now, Mr. Wolong's way is widely spread! Mr. Wolong, this prosperous age is as you wish!

"

The main theme is a lotus flower with everyone's tongue.

"Despicable!" Xingye looked helplessly at Lin Fan, who took the lead in spraying.

The warrior was sad because he failed to become a god. Instead of comforting him, you sprayed him with anger?

After saying that, Xingye said to Shang Weitian: "Record it, record it all. Whoever breaks through to the demigod realm in the future will listen to this!"

It's okay to be under pressure, just torturing your teammates.

Shang Weitian: "..."

Are you saying that Lin Fan is despicable?

You are the Shura God!

These Daxia gods who followed Lin Fan seemed to have learned bad things!

While Shang Weitian was recording, he thought over and over again that these tapes could be provided to the demigods in Europe for a fee... Well, by helping the friendly forces grow, they can also earn another batch of military expenses.

I, Shang Weitian, am still kind.

Lin Fan scolded him for half an hour, and his mouth went dry.

The number of people who became gods finally stopped at 34,000.

This despicable and evil Shura led 140,000,000 people, and in the form of the Supreme Key Immortal, he forcibly scolded a thousand people who had become gods.

Very reasonable.

congratulations.

Starting today, there are thirty-four thousand gods in Daxia!

The remaining warriors who had not yet become gods were unable to hold back under the torrent of curses, and all of them turned red in the face with tears streaming down their faces.

After all, it was the angry scoldings and disappointed looks of 140,000 people.

This scolding from their family members was more uncomfortable for them than death at the hands of gods. Just an hour ago, they were carrying everyone's hope, like heroes waiting to go out.

Under this violent ups and downs of emotions, although they still have not become gods, the genetic locks in their bodies have been greatly shaken, and there are faint fluctuations in divine power.

"Okay." Lin Fan suddenly raised his right hand.

Everyone fell silent.

"I'm sorry, brothers. Although I scolded you just now, my intention was not to scold you." Lin Fan bowed and apologized: "I just wanted to help you become a god, I'm sorry."
To be continued...