Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

Before you know it, another year has passed.

There were far fewer battles this year than before.

The number of psychics in the Holy Tower has drastically decreased.

The rankings of the top 100,000 have already been announced, but those with magical powers have also been eliminated, and they can only return to the interior to watch the battle with others.

The battlefield that saints and half-saints from all sides really care about is the third step of breaking the limit, and then the second and first step of breaking the limit.

As for the Nine Transformations Realm and the Third Realm of Foundation Establishment, the level of attention they received was greatly reduced. Only the Saints and Semi-Saints of the same race would pay attention.

Pfft——

Watching the figure opposite being chopped into pieces by the sword, it finally turned into ashes.

Another golden light merged into Fang Chen's body, forming a new halo behind his back.

In this year, he encountered four fatal battles, and each time he had only one opponent. It was not known whether the 'Dragon Saint' did this intentionally.

These four deadly battles were each more difficult than the last, and the opponents he encountered had already surpassed 'Xie Aman' of the same level in strength.

Fortunately, Fang Chen's methods were not weak either, and he was still able to do it with ease, winning four games in a row.

He didn't know what this meant, but he estimated that he would be among the top three thousand.

"In the core area...except for the twelve powerful tribes, there should not be many people with magical powers left from other foreign tribes."

Fang Chen muttered to himself and walked towards the core area.

In addition to the fourteen haloes of light behind him, there are also looming interior scenes following closely behind him.

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"The first three thousand..."

A noble human saint and a human semi-saint were all slightly surprised.

Every time they thought that Fang Chen had reached his limit and was about to lose, but every time this kid could bring them surprises and surprises.

Once, twice, three times...

Unknowingly, they watched this kid break into a very high ranking.

Right now, if not the first three thousand, there are still around three thousand.

In other words, there are only a few thousand magical power users left in the Sixth Transformation Realm of the Battle of the Holy Tower. Except for the magical power users from the twelve powerful tribes, the other ethnic groups where the supernatural power users come from are no better than the twelve. The strong clan is too weak, and they are also among the top in the divine domain.

Fang Chen was the only one who seemed so abrupt.

"Fang Lie, I want to take you as my disciple, what do you think?"

The Saint of Ten Thousand Paths stood in the interior of his home and suddenly spoke.

Saint Jin Yang and Saint Luo Xue did not say anything, but their eyes were slightly solemn.

"Why don't you come to my sect and learn the magical powers of the Five Zang Temple."

The person who speaks is the Agarwood Sage.

"Sage Agarwood, your magical power has too many shortcomings and is too overbearing. It is not suitable for juniors to study."

The Alchemist Saint suddenly said: "Why don't you come to me to learn Tianzun Alchemy."

"Both the Five Zang Temple and Tianzun Alchemy are excellent magical powers, but they are still slightly inferior to the magical powers mastered by the Saints of Ten Thousand Paths.

You two, please stop arguing with the Saint of Ten Thousand Daos. "

The one who spoke was the Sage of Many Treasures.

As soon as he spoke, he elicited a faint sneer and a slight snort.

That is the Black Buddha Saint.

As for the Beixuan Sage, he has not expressed his position until now. He remains indifferent and silent, as if he wants to be a true bystander.

"You have the nerve to steal disciples from me?"

The Saint of Ten Thousand Paths laughed and cursed:

"I don't care. When the battle of the Holy Tower is over, I want to see him in person."

The Alchemy Saint and the Agarwood Saint were noncommittal.

"Sage of Ten Thousand Daos, Fang Chen has inherited his heritage and has a master. I'm afraid that I might not join your sect elsewhere."

Fang Lie smiled.

The Ten Thousand Dao Saint was slightly startled, "It turns out that I have a master, so that's all."

As a saint, he wouldn't risk his life just because of a little sixty-year-old who breaks into the top three thousand.

If it is participating in the Holy Tower Battle in the third step of breaking the limit, then let's talk about it separately.

On the other side, the inner scene of the Golden Crow Half Saint naturally followed behind this group of saints and did not dare to overstep.

"Fang Lie is my junior, but he was promoted to a saint one step ahead of me, so that's all.

The bloodline under his command can actually produce such a Qilin genius. With the weak background of the human race, he has almost broken into the top three thousand. Could it be said that the fate of the family will fall on the Fang clan? "

The Golden Crow Half Saint whispered to himself.

He knew that Half-Saint Zhanxue could hear it.

Semi-Saint Burial Snow is still indifferent:

"This kid has broken into the top 100, and it's only six turns. You and I can easily crush him to death. If you don't have a way to deal with Fang Sheng, don't make any plans about this kid, lest you get burned."

After a pause, "I suspect that after this battle, if he can escape unharmed, he will surely enter the eyes of the saints. In addition to Fang Sheng, Wan Dao Saints and others will also protect him."

The Golden Crow Half-Saint fell into silence and stopped talking.

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Fang Chen's way has been blocked.

A hundred feet away directly in front of him stood a strange figure.

This supernatural being seems to have three heads and six arms, each arm holding a weapon.

Three heads, all looking exactly the same, were staring at Fang Chen quietly, with doubts and curiosity in their three pairs of eyes.

"The art of three heads and six arms? No..."

Fang Chen was also sizing up the other party.

The opponent looks like he has performed a three-headed and six-armed technique, but if you look closely, you can see that there are no traces of the opponent performing the technique.

These three heads and six arms are natural.

"There are many inner scenes behind you. What ethnic group are you from? Are the semi-saints and saints in these inner scenes all your same race?"

the other party suddenly asked.

Before Fang Chen could speak, another figure 'swam' over.

It has a body and a snake's tail, and its tail is several feet long.

"This guy is from the human race, a very weak race. I didn't expect that such a Qilin genius would appear and survive to this day.

Is it good luck or luck? "

The man with human body and snake tail said with a smile.

"You two look like you are a strong clan, so I will not participate in the fight between you."

Fang Chen smiled and cupped his hands, slowly retreating.

The human body is like a snake with a tail, but it is unwilling to give up:

"Don't leave. You won't be able to stay until the end due to luck. Rather than die to someone else, it's better to die to me."

Fang Chen ignored his words, sped up his movements and continued to retreat.

Then, a golden wall of light appeared out of thin air, blocking his way.

If he didn't stop in time and crashed into the wall, he would be shattered to pieces and die on the spot.

Turning around and looking around, a huge Death Battle card had appeared in the center of the three of them.

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"It's the Alien Snake Clan and the Southern God Clan."

The Soul Burial Semi-Saint frowned slightly.

Fang Qianxue sighed softly in her heart, this luck was really not good.

Everyone had actually guessed that Fang Chen would definitely encounter the twelve powerful clans.

But he never thought that he would meet two masters from the twelve powerful clans.

"Ancestor Chen is not very lucky. According to the temperaments of these twelve powerful tribes, they may attack Ancestor Chen first..."

Fang Han smiled bitterly.

Everyone nodded.

Not only the twelve powerful tribes, but also any ethnic group that is stronger than their human race, their attitude towards the weak tribes is like this, as if the weak tribes are not worthy of living in the God's Domain.