Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

Long Sheng's methods were completely irresistible to Fang Chen.

He just felt that the surrounding scene was changing rapidly, and in an instant, he was on a high platform shrouded in clouds and mist.

The figures here are longing, and each figure seems to have unpredictable means, and they are watching him quietly.

Fang Chen opened the Immortal Eyes of the Beginningless Immortal, and his gray-white eyes swept over all the living beings present, carefully looking at the situation around him.

Seeing Fang Lie and all the saints present, Fang Chen slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Fang Chen, I haven't met Dragon Saint yet."

Fang Lie smiled.

Dragon Saint?

Fang Chen's expression changed, and he immediately saluted Dragon Saint, who had dark red horns on his head.

Dragon Saint had a smile on his lips, "I see that you didn't try your best when facing the supernatural beings of the gods."

"What Long Sheng said is true. Boy, you really don't seem to be using your full strength. Dai Congyun, the protoss's magical power, is far inferior to you."

"For this small and weak clan, the appearance of a 'king' like you is really enviable. The saints of your clan must watch over you carefully in the future and don't let you fall halfway."

The saints were also very concerned about this issue. Like Long Sheng, they saw that Fang Chen had not exerted his full strength from beginning to end, and they were a little curious about what Fang Chen's limit was.

But curiosity is curiosity, and they don't really care about a 'king' born from a weak clan.

No matter how brilliant such an existence is, it is just a flash in the pan.

It was just a coincidence, and Long Sheng was also interested in this son, so naturally they would not be stingy with their praises.

"In fact, this junior has tried his best. If Brother Dai is stronger, this junior will have to sacrifice his life span to activate his magical powers. That would not be worth the gain."

Fang Chen cupped his hands and said.

Long Sheng smiled, as if he had no intention of delving further into this topic, and continued to lead the saints to watch the remaining competitions.

Fang Chen naturally walked to Fang Lie and stood next to him, receiving pleased looks from the Ten Thousand Dao Saints and the others.

At this time, a voice sounded in Fang Chen's ears.

"Brother, make a friend?"

Fang Chen's eyes moved, he glanced back and forth a few times, and finally landed on Langdaochun.

Except for his skin color, the current one looks exactly the same as him from the Nine Realms period.

There seemed to be a mean smile on that round face all year round.

"OK."

Fang Chen smiled and nodded.

When Corridor Chun saw this, he immediately sent a message:

"When the battle of the Holy Tower is over, I will go to your human race to have some fun. You will receive me then."

"Okay, I'll call another friend to receive you."

Fang Chen said in a message.

"Then it's settled."

The next competitions ended one after another.

The first ones of the same level were all brought here by Dragon Saint.

From the three levels of foundation building, to the ninth level, and the three steps of breaking the limit, there will be a total of fifteen No. 1s at the same level.

Except for Fang Chen, the rest are all divine beings with magical powers.

The Saint of the Southern God Clan couldn't help but smile and said:

"Almost, almost, you will have a grand slam. It's a pity that this reward can't make up for the slave soldiers you lost to me."

The divine saint said calmly:

"They are just slave soldiers. No matter how much we lose to you, our God Clan will get back as much as possible. It is nothing. However, in this battle of the Holy Tower, strong men from weak tribes emerged, which is something our God's Domain should be thankful for.

The more geniuses like this, the more prosperous our divine realm will be, which is really gratifying. What does the slight loss of the divine clan mean? "

"The atmosphere of the gods!"

Many saints who were friends with the gods started to praise him.

The other party's words alone represent the attitude of the Gods towards all races in the God's Realm. They stand on a higher dimension and care about the fate of the entire God's Realm, rather than one family, one flower, one plant, one tree.

The Saint of the Southern God Clan was still smiling, but did not open his mouth to refute the other party's words.

No matter what he said at this time, he would be at a disadvantage, and the only right choice was to remain silent.

"Dragon Saint, I wonder if the remaining nine holy tower battles are over?"

The divine saint bowed to the dragon saint.

Fang Chen still stood quietly beside Fang Lie, but from the beginning, he tried to distinguish the strength gap between these saints.

It's a pity that his cultivation level is too low. To him, the aura of the saints present is like an abyss, none of which he can see through.

"The reason why the divine saints are so respectful in the face of the Dragon Saint City should not only be due to the difference in status, but also the difference in cultivation level."

Fang Chen thought secretly in his heart.

"Let me take a look."

The Dragon Saint replied to the God Clan Saint, and then there seemed to be a flash of light in his eyes.

After a few breaths, he smiled and nodded:

"The other nine holy tower battles have also ended. In three of them, you Gods won the Grand Slam."

"Three majors!"

The expressions of the saints changed slightly, and then the saints from the ethnic groups who were friends with the Gods spoke their congratulations.

In Fang Chen's view, although the other saints smiled and congratulated, they felt somewhat uncomfortable in their hearts.

"Next is the reward. I have many treasures here. In addition to the rewards for you fifteen magical power users, according to the rules, the tribe behind you will also receive rewards."

Long Sheng smiled lightly.

The human saint was slightly startled, with a look of surprise in his eyes.

The divine saint smiled lightly and said:

"No one from your human race has ever won first place before, so of course you don't know the inside story. Being first in the battle of the Holy Tower is a big blessing for your race."

The Ten Thousand Dao Saints and others looked at each other, with a touch of curiosity and joy in their eyes.

The Battle of the Holy Tower has indeed existed for many years, but who has ever won first place before? It's already pretty good to break into the top 100,000.

Basically, in the end, when the battle of the Holy Tower was over, they were busy with their own affairs and would not appear here to meet the saints from the powerful clans.

Naturally, there is no way to know who will come first in the Battle of the Holy Tower. In addition to rewards for those who participate in the battle, the clan can also receive additional rewards.

After Long Sheng said this, he waved his sleeves gently, and saw countless treasures of heaven and earth flying out of his sleeves, wrapped in transparent bubbles, and suspended in the sky above everyone's heads.

These are rewards for those who participate in the war. To the saints, they are not too valuable, just like the elders casually giving something they don't care about to the younger ones.

"You make your own choices, each one chooses the same."

Long Sheng smiled lightly.

Fang Chen's eyes fell on the Flesh Dragon Ginseng for the first time. When he stepped forward to take it, there was a person who was about the same speed as him and was also ready to take the Flesh Dragon Ginseng.

"Step aside."

The other party looked at Fang Chen indifferently.

He is the number one in Rank 5 and is from the God Clan.

His cultivation level was one level lower than Fang Chen's, but the way he looked at Fang Chen at this moment was like a god looking down at ants, with contempt and disdain in his eyes almost overflowing.

"There's no need to fight. These things that Dragon Saint rewards are not the same. Since you all want flesh and blood dragon ginseng, just let Dragon Saint take out another one."

The divine saint smiled lightly.