Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

Fang Chen stayed in the Holy Tower for hundreds of years before being eliminated this time.

Everyone looked at the words "one hundred years" marked on the stone tablet, and felt in their hearts that the methods of this ancestor Chen were indeed extraordinary.

The years spent in the Holy Tower are getting longer and longer each time.

However, compared with Fang Han's original record, a hundred years is indeed nothing.

“The sixth rank is the limit, and the next step is the seventh rank Ancient Immortal, but the elixir has not been settled yet.

It seems that the remaining elixirs should be in the Nine Realms.

After all, the method of this approach originated from the Nine Realms..."

Fang Chen only felt a little pity.

As soon as he left the Holy Tower, he went to Fang Ding to ask about the elixir, but the news he got was that the Fang family had used resources from all parties.

He even inquired with other holy alliances but could not find the three elixirs mentioned by Fang Chen.

Not even anything similar was found.

In this way, even if there are these three elixirs in the God's Domain, there is a high probability that they are not in the Mingxu Realm, let alone the nearby realms.

It would be better to go back to the Nine Realms and let Zhou Tianzhijian help locate the elixir.

"It's time to go back."

Fang Chen whispered to himself, then stood up and walked out of the small courtyard, intending to say goodbye to Fang Ding and others.

But suddenly he felt the ground shaking. Not only was the ground beneath his feet shaking, but the entire interior seemed to be shaking constantly.

Almost at the same time, countless Fang Clan’s magical users rose up from the sky one after another, staring around in confusion.

In the void, the Haizhi doors opened one after another, and Fang Qianxue and others walked out one after another, with extremely solemn expressions.

"Ancestor Chen."

Fang Ding came through the sky, bowed to Fang Chen, and then looked into the void with cold eyes:

"This is someone attacking the interior location."

"Attack the interior location?"

Fang Chen's eyes became serious.

After Fang Lie was promoted to Saint, this interior place was obviously more condensed than before.

To attack a saint's interior location, only a saint can do it.

Will he be the Golden Sun Saint? Or the Saint of Luo Xue?

He felt that it was impossible for these two people. They were scared away by the Bahuang Zhenxian Supreme Sword Sutra, and there was no reason to come here again to bring trouble.

As the shaking here became more and more violent, countless Fang Clan magical practitioners gathered here.

There are breaking limits, there are nine transformations, and there are three realms of foundation building.

Fang Han, who had not been seen for a hundred years, also appeared again, but this time, he seemed to have entered the seventh level.

"This person's talent is indeed impressive. It won't be a big problem to find a way to break through the limits in the future."

Fang Chen sighed in his heart.

"His grandma's."

Fang Canyou appeared in front of everyone pushing a wheelchair, cursing and staring at the void in front of him.

There seemed to be ripples in the void, and vaguely, it seemed that behind the ripples, there was an extremely majestic portal standing.

There were countless vague figures standing on the door, looking at each other from afar.

"Is this also an interior location?"

Fang Chen's thoughts moved slightly, and he felt a little surprised.

It turns out that the attack between interior locations is based on interior versus interior?

"Brother, are the Jin Yang Saints unwilling to give in, or are the Yan Clan Saints trying to attack our Fang Clan?"

Fang Qianxue and others came to Fang Canyou and asked solemnly.

“I don’t know, but I guess it’s not the Golden Sun Sage and the others.

How dare they attack our interior location? They are not seeking death.

As for the Yan clan, the possibility is not high. One-on-one, which saint from the Yan clan is really sure to suppress the old man? "

Fang Canyou shook his head gently.

It's neither Jinyang Sage and others, nor the Yan tribe, so isn't it some other foreign tribe?

Everyone's expressions became more solemn.

The current opponents of the human race are only the Yan clan, and they have not offended other foreign races, and the same is true for the Fang family.

Just as everyone was thinking, Fang Lie's figure appeared out of thin air, standing in front of everyone, looking at the grand portal behind the water waves.

"Old man, is your enemy here?"

Fang Canyou asked curiously.

"It's the Shura clan."

Fang Lie looked solemn as never before, and then said coldly:

"You all shut up and don't make any noise later. I'll talk to the other party and see what they want to do."

"Asura clan!?"

Everyone was horrified.

Fang Chen's expression changed, he had not spent his time in Haezhi in vain.

When I have free time, I will also read some classics, which belong to existences that ordinary mortals and those with supernatural powers have no access to.

It contains detailed records of many foreign races that the human race knows something about.

This includes the Shura clan.

The Shura Clan's foundation is not only stronger than that of the Human Clan, but also much stronger than the Yan Clan's. It has more than thirty slave soldiers under its command.

What is this concept?

As powerful as the Yan Clan, the slave soldiers it currently controls are only the Demon Clan.

The fact that the Shura Clan can control so many slave soldiers shows that they are not only engaged in internal wars, but also have constant conquests externally. Many of the slave soldiers were found by the Shura Clan in Qingming like the Nine Domains, and then Slavery!

"Compared to the Shura Clan, the Human Clan and the Yan Clan are too weak. The resources on the two tribes' territories are not in their eyes at all. And because of the long distance, they have never caused trouble. But why is it like this now?"

While Fang Chen was thinking, Fang Lie had already waved his sleeves and directly opened an opening in the interior location.

Just for an instant, a passage seemed to appear between the two interior locations.

The blurry picture also became clear.

In the grand portal opposite, there were hundreds of thousands of figures standing.

They were born with red hair. Regardless of whether they were men, women, old or young, they were all very handsome, with a sense of enchantment all over their bodies.

In front of this group of Shura tribe, stood a young Shura, and just now it was this young Shura who kept casting spells, causing the Haechi side to tremble.

Now that Fang Lie took the initiative to open the door, the other party stopped what he was doing, his eyes lightly swept over Fang Lie, and then over the people behind Fang Lie, with a hint of contempt in his eyes:

"Human race, Saint Fang Lie?"

"Exactly, Your Excellency?"

Fang Lie cupped his hands and smiled.

"Asura clan, the heaven-defeating saint."

The Saint of Fighting Heaven said calmly.

"The Heaven-Destroying Saint?"

Everyone's thoughts were slightly moved, but they had never heard of this holy name. The main reason was that the human race's understanding of the Shura clan was very one-sided and superficial. After all, the two sides had little intersection.

"What is the purpose of Saint Defeating Heaven coming here today?"

Fang Lie smiled.

"I heard that some people in the human race have become saints with the magical power of swords."

Saint Fa Tian said calmly: "There are thousands of magical powers in the world, but the sword magical power is very rare. I think this magical power is the king of magical powers, and those who can understand it must be a genius.

Among such a large Shura clan, I am the only one who has become a saint with this magical power.

I learned that there are people like me in this small human race, so I came here to see if it was true or not. "

Everyone was stunned. After working on it for a long time, did the other party want to ask for advice? Instead of seeking revenge?

But instead of relaxing, their moods became even more tense.

Asking for advice between saints may be more troublesome than seeking revenge. The latter at least has room for change, but the former... is bound to have a winner.