Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

Everyone looked at the dazzling white light and breathed a sigh of relief.

That guy is bound to die.

Those who can come to participate in the battle of the Holy Tower, the gap between the weak races will not be too big.

There is no reason why the two of them could survive such an attack if they joined forces.

When the magical power users of the Fang Clan saw this scene, they couldn't help but look solemn.

But then, when the white light dissipated, everyone looked shocked.

Fang Chen was seen standing on the spot unscathed, and a large area of ​​dozens of feet in radius seemed to have been dug away by life, but the place where he stood was not damaged at all.

Upon seeing this, the nearby supernatural beings stopped their movements, a little unbelievable.

When the black-winged magician and his temporary 'allies' saw this scene, they immediately took action without saying a word.

But Fang Chen's figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.

The two secretly said something was wrong.

Immediately afterwards, the black-winged magician suddenly let out a miserable howl, and the wings on his back were torn off.

He wanted to turn around to see the person who made the move, but found that his vision was constantly wandering, and with a thud, he disappeared into darkness.

Upon seeing this, his temporary ally turned around and fled. The majestic and powerful Xianyuan had no intention of holding back at this moment.

But before he could escape ten feet, his body suddenly froze. Looking down, he saw an arm stretching out from his heart, holding his beating heart in his hand.

puff--

His heart was crushed in an instant, and the man let out a sigh and passed away suddenly.

It only took a few breaths from the time Fang Chen was attacked by a team of people to the time he fought back and killed these two peak rank six warriors.

Currently, there are only about thirty people from Rank 6 still alive in the field. The rest died in the deadly battle, and their bodies were scattered all over the ground.

More were reduced to ashes, leaving no corpses behind.

Those with supernatural powers who can survive a deadly battle to this day are not fools.

They stopped all their actions. Even though they were fighting desperately just now, they were now separated by a distance and no longer fighting.

Their eyes all fell on Fang Chen, some were solemn, some were wary, some were scrutinizing, and some were puzzled.

Someone suddenly said: "This person may be able to kill us all. He has the means to break into the top 100,000."

"Let's work together to kill this person and then decide the outcome!"

"Can!"

More than thirty people immediately chose to join forces and approached Fang Chen from all directions.

This was a scene that Fang Chen didn't want to see at first.

It's not that he's afraid of these people.

Even if the number of people in this group were doubled, it would be useless. No one in it would be able to reach the level of Xie Aman.

And he had already tested his limits in the Haizhi Tower Holy Tower. Facing dozens of 'Xie Aman' of the same level at the same time, he was able to kill them with one sword, but he only needed to lose some life span.

The main reason he didn't want to go through so much trouble at the beginning was that it would be best if he could save as much energy as possible and hide some of his clumsiness.

The number of portals in the void continues to increase.

It shows that more and more interior locations are paying attention here.

Most of the people behind this are semi-saints, and those saints should pay more attention to the seed players.

Such as breaking the limit by three steps.

"Brother, which ethnic group are you from?"

Someone kept approaching, seeming to lighten the atmosphere, so they asked.

"Human race."

Fang Chen said calmly.

"Human race?"

There was a look of confusion in everyone's eyes.

"Has anyone heard of the Human Race?"

"It doesn't seem to be very famous."

"Why."

Fang Chen sighed in his heart.

There are so many ethnic groups in this divine domain that the human race that has participated in many holy tower battles is still unknown to all parties.

Mainly it has something to do with the fact that the human race's underlying strength is indeed too poor.

"I seem to have heard that the Human Race is the slave soldier of the Yan Clan. When did they become the Saint Clan?"

Someone suddenly frowned.

Although they were talking, their approaching movements did not stop. Instead, they surrounded the place with water, not giving Fang Chen a chance to escape.

But no one took action without permission, fearing that they would be damaged first.

"It has been many years since a saint appeared in the human race. What you are talking about is the old almanac."

Fang Chen smiled lightly.

"But no matter what, it hasn't been long since your human race has been freed from the slave soldiers, right? How many saints and supreme bones do you have to be able to cultivate people like you?"

Some people want to take the opportunity to find out the background of the human race.

"There is nothing to hide. There are ten saints in our human race."

Fang Chen smiled and said: "You really plan to join forces to deal with me? Do you trust the people around you so much? Aren't you afraid that when you take action, they will betray you and attack you?"

Everyone's expressions changed slightly, and they looked at each other warily.

However, they were relieved to hear that there were only ten saints in the human race.

It’s just ten supreme bones, no matter how strong it is, how much stronger can it be?

"When we attack together, this person will have to rest for a while after killing one person, which shows that he attacks with all his strength every time.

Even if he is better than us, his immortal energy will not last long. "

There is humanity.

Seeing that everyone was still reluctant to take action, someone else yelled and cursed:

"If we don't take action and restore his strength, it will be difficult to deal with him."

Yes!

This guy just killed two people of the same rank, and is he secretly recovering his strength now?

Everyone's eyes moved.

at the same time.

The major interior locations were also pointing fingers at Fang Chen.

"Human race? I've never heard of it. When I have time, go check out where this human race is located and what its origins are."

"I am afraid that this boy's strength is really capable of breaking into the top 100,000. He is almost the same as those talented people from rich families who have thirty saints sitting on their shoulders."

"He is a man who can be made, but coming from such a weak family, his future prospects are also limited."

"Unfortunately, the death card was drawn as soon as he entered the Holy Tower. He will definitely die this time."

Pairs of eyes fell on Fang Chen from various interior locations.

There was basically a trace of regret in his eyes, as if he felt that a genius who should have been able to break into the top 100,000 ranks ended up being a pity due to bad luck and encountering the death card when he first entered the Holy Tower.

Fang Clan interior location.

He saw dozens of foreign six-turners approaching Fang Chen.

The faces of the Fang Clan's magical power users also became extremely solemn.

They didn't know much about this ancestor Chen. They only knew that he had pure blood and had stayed in the Holy Tower for hundreds of years.

This already shows that Ancestor Chen’s strength will not be any weaker.

But no matter how strong he is, facing a group of people of the same level approaching, and all of them are not ordinary people, he has no other choice but to escape.

"Um...does the old man think highly of Fang Chen..."

Fang Canyou was sitting in a wheelchair, staring at the scene in the holy tower in front of him with a strange expression.

If nothing else, let’s just say that he encountered this situation when he was in the sixth rank.

There is definitely no way to escape, so you can only choose to surrender and see if you can use your words to find a way out for yourself.

"I guess even the old man can't handle this situation. Can this kid be stronger than him?"

Fang Canyou tapped the wooden handrail with his index finger.

At the same time, the group of people finally found a tacit understanding and showed signs of taking action.