Fang Chen stayed in the Holy Tower for hundreds of years before he was eliminated.
Everyone looked at the words marked with the stele of a hundred years, and felt that the methods of this ancestor Chen were indeed extraordinary.
Every time I stay in the Santa Tower, I get longer and longer.
However, compared with Fang Han's records at the time, a hundred years are indeed nothing.
"The limit of the sixth turn is, the next step is the seventh turn of the ancient immortal, but the matter of the spiritual medicine has not yet been settled.
It seems that the remaining spiritual medicines should be in the Nine Realms.
After all, this method originated from the Nine Realms..."
Fang Chen just felt a little regretful.
As soon as he left the holy tower, he found Fang Ding to ask about the spiritual medicine, but the news he received was that the Fang family used the resources of all parties.
He even inquired with the other holy alliances, but he could not find the three spiritual medicines that Fang Chen mentioned.
Even similar things were not found.
In this way, even if these three spiritual medicines are really present in the divine realm, it is likely that they will not be in the Mingxu realm, let alone the nearby realm.
It would be better to return to the Nine Realms and let Zhou Tian Zhi help lock in the direction of the spiritual medicine.
"It's time to go back."
Fang Chen whispered to himself softly, then got up and walked out of the courtyard, intending to say goodbye to Fang Ding and others.
But I suddenly felt the earth shaking. Not only was the ground under my feet shaking, but the entire interior seemed to be trembling constantly.
Almost at the same time, countless magical powers of the square clan emerged from the sky and stared at the surroundings in surprise.
In the void, the door of Xiezhi opened, and Fang Qianxue and others walked out one after another, with an extremely solemn expression.
"Ancestor Chen."
The square tripod broke through the air and bowed to Fang Chen, then looked at the void with cold eyes:
"This is someone attacking the interior."
"Attack the interior?"
Fang Chen's eyes became a little more serious.
After Fang Lie was promoted to Saint, the interior area was obviously more concise than before.
Only the saint can attack the inner land of a saint.
Could it be the Saint of Jinyang? Or the Saint of Luoxue?
He felt that these two were unlikely. At that time, these two were scared away by the Supreme Sword Sutra of the Eight Desolate Immortals, so there was no reason to come and make it boring.
As the shaking here became more and more violent, countless magical masters of the square clan gathered here.
There are boundaries, nine turns, and three realms of foundation building.
Fang Han, who hadn't seen him for a hundred years, also appeared again, but this time, he seemed to have entered the seven-turn state.
"This person's talent is indeed impressive, and it is not a big problem to go out of the road to breaking the limit in the future."
Fang Chen sighed in his heart.
"His grandma's."
Fang Cangyou pushed the wheelchair and appeared in front of everyone, cursing while staring at the void in front of her.
The void seemed to have ripples, and vaguely, it seemed that behind the ripples, there was an extremely magnificent portal.
There were countless blurry figures standing on the portal, looking at everyone from a distance.
"Is this an interior location?"
Fang Chen's thoughts moved slightly, and he was a little surprised.
It turns out that the attack between interior places is based on interior scenes to interior scenes?
"Brother, are the Saint of Jinyang and others unwilling to give up, or are the Saint of Yan clan trying to attack our clan?"
Fang Qianxue and others came to Fang Cangyou and asked with a serious expression.
"I don't know, but I guess it's not the Jinyang Saint.
How dare they attack our inner-site? That's not seeking death.
As for the Yan clan, the possibility is not high. One-on-one, which saint of the Yan clan is really sure to suppress the old man?”
Fang Cangyou shook his head gently.
Neither the Jinyang Saint, nor the Yan clan, aren't they other foreign clans?
Everyone's expressions became more and more serious.
The only opponents of the human race now are the Yan clan, and they have not offended other foreign clans, and the same is true for the Fang family.
Just as everyone was thinking, Fang Lie's figure appeared out of nowhere, standing in front of everyone, looking at the magnificent portal behind the water waves.
"Old man, is your enemy here?"
Fang Cangyou asked curiously.
"It's the Shura clan."
Fang Lie's expression was unprecedentedly solemn, and then he said coldly:
"Shut up later, don't speak out. I'll talk to each other and see what they want to do."
"Shura Clan!?"
Everyone was shocked.
Fang Chen's face moved, and he was not in vain in Xie Zhi.
When I have time, I will also read some classics, which are existences that ordinary mortals and supernatural people cannot come into contact with.
It records in detail many foreign races that human races have known.
This includes the Shura tribe.
The Shura clan's foundation is not only stronger than the human clan, but also too much stronger than the Yan clan. There are more than thirty branches of slave soldiers under its command.
What is this concept?
As powerful as the Yan clan, the slave soldiers she controls now are just demon clans.
The Shura clan was able to control so many slave soldiers, which means that they were not only starting wars internally, but also conquering foreign countries. Many slave soldiers were like the Nine Realms, and were found by the Shura clan in Qingming.
Slave!
"Compared with the Shura clan, both the human clan and the Yan clan are too weak. The resources on the territory of the two clans are not at their eye. They have never caused trouble because they are far away, but why is this happening now?"
While Fang Chen was thinking, Fang Lie had waved his sleeves and opened a hole in the interior.
In just an instant, a passage seemed to appear between the two interior sites.
The blurry picture also becomes clear.
In the magnificent portal opposite, hundreds of thousands of figures stood.
They are born with red hair, and they are very handsome, both men, women, and young and old, with a strange temptation on their bodies.
In front of this group of Shura tribes, there was a young Shura standing. Just now, this young Shura kept casting spells, making the side of Xie Zhi tremble.
Now that Fang Lie took the initiative to open the portal, the other party stopped his movements, gently swept over Fang Lie, and then over the people behind Fang Lie, with a faint contempt in his eyes:
"Human race, Saint Fang Lie?"
"That's right, who is your lord?"
Fang Lie bowed and smiled.
"Shura clan, the saint who attacked the heavens."
The saint who defeated the sky said lightly.
"The Saint of the Heavens?"
Everyone was moved slightly. They had never heard of this holy name. The main reason was that the human race had a very one-sided understanding of the Shura clan and was very simple. After all, the two sides had no intersection.
"What is the reason why the Saint of the Heavens came today?"
Fang Lie smiled.
"I heard that some people become saints with their sword powers."
The saint who defeated the sky said lightly: "There are thousands of magical powers in the world, but there are very few sword magical powers. I think this magical power is the emperor of magical powers, and those who can understand it must be peerless geniuses.
In the vast Shura clan, I was the only one who became a saint with this supernatural power.
When I learned that the little human race was like me, I came to see if it was true or false.”
Everyone was stunned and after a long time of work, the other party wanted to come for advice, rather than seeking revenge?
But not only did they not relax, but they became even more nervous.
The consultation between saints may be more troublesome than seeking revenge. The latter at least has room for maneuver, while the former... will inevitably determine a victory or defeat.