Everyone was attracted by this exclamation. Even the four members of the Vajra clan were no longer confused by Fang Chen and rushed to the window to watch.
The same is true for Fang Chen and Wang Chongsong.
Through the window, you can see that the crowded street outside suddenly split a rather spacious avenue.
It's like the sea is divided into two.
A group of people who are hiding like mountains are walking.
The headed man had a round face and a slightly fat face. He smiled while looking around. It seemed gentle, but there was a sharp edge surrounding his body, covering him like a thorn, making people dare not approach him easily.
"Langdaochun? God clan? Demon clan?"
One by one, a question suddenly surged into Fang Chen's heart, and his eyes kept locking in this person until they walked across the street and gradually drifted away.
"Is this really a god clan? I didn't expect that the god clan is so similar to our human clan, that is, the body is slightly taller and the skin is a little darker."
Wang Chongsong murmured to himself.
Xian Moon reluctantly withdrew his gaze. When he heard Wang Chongsong's words, he couldn't help laughing:
"Similar to your human race? How respectful are the gods? You human insects dare to cling to this way. It's so shameless."
His words attracted the echo of the woman from the Vajra clan, and she also laughed:
"There are rumors that babies of the gods are born with supreme bones, even the tiny hairs on their skin, which also have supreme aura. Can you compare them with your human race?"
"Of course it's not as good as that."
Fang Chen smiled faintly and said, "The human race cannot compare with the Yan race, and the Vajra race cannot compare with the Vajra race."
Xian Xin and the Vajra women were slightly stunned, understanding that the other party's words meant that everyone was the same, and there was no need to laugh at them for fifty steps.
"Why should we compare to the Supreme God Clan? As long as we compare to the small insects like your human race, isn't that enough?"
The Vajra woman sneered.
"Feng Shui turns around, and no one will stand still, advance or retreat.
Who can tell the truth about what will happen in the future?"
After Fang Chen finished speaking, he walked out of the restaurant.
Seeing this, Wang Chongsong immediately followed.
The Vajra woman was unwilling to let them go, and wanted to stop them, and then belittle them again, but she saw the Shura clan's eyes swept over again, and her movements were slightly stunned. She wanted to stop them again, and they had already
Go away.
Seeing this, the Shura tribe sneered and continued to drink and chat with others.
The Vajra woman had to suppress her dissatisfaction.
"Xin Xian, the person who suffered from eye disease just now was the person with the power of the Fang clan?"
Prince Yan stared at Fang Chen's back and asked thoughtfully.
Xian Moon said respectfully:
"This person is indeed from the Fang clan."
"What a pity, the human race is indeed not stupid. Otherwise, my strategy would be able to cut off the human race's foundation, and I would only lose two holy blood Bodhi."
Prince Yan smiled.
When Xian Moon thought of this person's previous suggestion, he felt cold in his heart, and then his expression became more and more respectful:
"Crown Prince Yan, although the foundation of the human race cannot be cut off this time, at least the root of the disaster has been laid among them. As long as the ten saints of the human race cannot work together, our Yan clan will have the chance to eat them."
"Well, the Battle of the Holy Tower is also a good time to weaken the human race. You can seize it."
Prince Yan of the Vajra clan nodded slightly, and then took three of his fellow tribes back to their seats to drink and eat.
...
...
Fang Chen and Wang Chongsong both lost the mood to continue wandering and walked towards the inn.
"Lao Fang, you said that Feng Shui will change, but I still don't see the hope of the human race to crush the Yan race, let alone compare with the Vajra race. The strong races above these two are everywhere in the divine realm.
Just say that the gods are afraid that they will not be able to transfer their family even if they have eternal conditions.”
Wang Chongsong seemed to be upset and couldn't help but whisper.
Fang Chen's expression was a bit strange.
Really can't transfer to the door of the Gods' family?
During the Nine Realms period, how could the gods become demons?
He could understand that for some reasons, the human race lost the saints and eventually fled to the Nine Realms to make a living.
But he could not imagine that he was as powerful as a god clan, and even the domain lords of this divine realm were from the god clan.
How did such a ethnic group fall to that level?
"Or just a slightly similar person? The world is so vast that it is even if someone looks exactly the same, which may not be surprising."
Fang Chen's thoughts moved slightly. He felt that he could not rely on this for the time being, and inferred that the person he just saw was really a silence.
Even so, it may not be certain that the gods are really being "turned in Fengshui".
"Maybe it was just one of the branches that were demoted?"
“It is also possible.”
Fang Chen muttered to himself in his heart.
"Look, you think what I said makes sense, right?"
Seeing that Fang Chen was silent, Wang Chongsong couldn't help but sigh and said to himself:
"I'm too young, I'm still too young. For another million... no, tens of millions of years... Maybe there's a day when feng shui turns, but I probably can't see it..."
"Langdaochun, I'll say you will come to Long Holy City this time. Come on, we have not seen each other for many years. This time we have to talk about the past!"
In the distance, a laughter came from above a building.
Fang Chen looked up and saw that the group of gods had just been greeted by a young man.
"It's exactly the same, and the same name and surname, that's undoubtedly the same person."
Fang Chen muttered to himself in his heart.
"Those who can make friends with the gods must be unusual, and may be from the twelve strong tribes."
Wang Chongsong sighed softly: "If you can make friends with such characters, the decline of the human race can be cleared in an instant."
"If an ant asks you to kill a cockroach, will you help?"
Fang Chen glanced at Wang Chongsong.
"Of course I don't bother to pay attention to it."
Wang Chongsong laughed at himself.
"Let's go back to the inn."
Fang Chen smiled.
The two returned to the inn and went back to their rooms.
"The soul leaves the body, or is it the art of Shadow Bodhisattva?"
Fang Chen pondered in his heart.
He wanted to go to Tongdaochun to take a look, but he was afraid that these two techniques would not work here and would be seen.
Now that he has not yet finished his time, he cannot leave here. If he dies here, he will really die. He is afraid that even his soul will be governed by the Soul Clan and will not have the chance to meet with Zhulong.
After pondering for a moment, Fang Chen said in his heart, and quietly waited for the start of the battle of the Holy Tower.
A few more days later.
The bell suddenly began to ring in Longsheng City.
Fang Qianxue brought the Fang clan's supernatural powers to the inn front hall.
Here, Fang Chen and others finally met with other supernatural powers from the Holy Alliance.
Several half-saints came, including the Golden Crow Half-saint, and the Burial Snow Half-saint.
Each of the ten saints sent one or two hundred magical people to participate in the battle of the Holy Tower. A total of one or two thousand human races sat together. It seemed that there were many people, but the inn was extremely large in size and only occupied the lobby.
A corner.
In other places, the people sitting are all foreigners.
They don't care much about the existence of human race.
The Burial Spirit Half Saint, the Golden Crow Half Saint and others sat together and were talking in a low voice.
The supernatural powers of all parties are also looking at each other. In addition to those who have private alliances, the rest are both the same clan and the competitors.
"The Holy Tower Bell has already ringed, and after nine passes, we will be summoned to enter the Holy Tower, and you will be ready."
Fang Qianxue glanced at the group of semi-saints, her eyes briefly met with the semi-saints of Zangxue, and then reminded the masters of the Fang clan.