Chapter 1868 Different Snakes, Southern Protoss Clan
Before I knew it, another year passed.
The battles that broke out this year were much less than before.
The number of supernatural powers in the Holy Tower has dropped drastically.
The top 100,000 rankings have already been released, but those who are supernatural powers have been eliminated and can only return to the interior to watch the battle with others.
The saints and semi-saints of all parties really care about are the third step to break the limit, and then the second step to break the limit, the first step.
As for the Nine Turns Realm and the Three Foundation Establishment Realm, the attention it receives has been greatly reduced, and only the saints and semi-saints of the same clan will pay attention to it.
Puff—
Looking at the figure opposite him being slashed by the sword force, it finally turned into ashes.
Another golden light merged into Fang Chen's body, forming a brand new halo behind it.
During this year, he encountered four death battles, and each time there was only one opponent. I don’t know if the “Dragon Saint” did it intentionally.
These four death battles were harder than the other. The opponents he encountered had already surpassed the "Xie Aman" of the same level.
Fortunately, Fang Chen's methods are not weak, and he is still easy to win four consecutive games.
He didn't know what this means, but he estimated that he would be able to enter the top 3,000 in the past.
"The core area... except for the twelve strong clans, there should not be many magical powers left by the other foreign clans."
Fang Chen muttered to himself and walked towards the core area.
Behind him, in addition to fourteen halos, there were also hidden inner scenes in the void.
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"The top three thousand..."
All the saints of the human race and the semi-saints of the human race felt a little surprised.
Every time they thought Fang Chen's limit was up and he was about to lose, but every time this kid could bring them surprises and surprises.
Once, twice, three times...
Before they knew it, they watched the boy break into a very high ranking.
Even if it is not the top three thousand, there are still about three thousand.
In other words, there are only a few thousand magical people in the six-turn realm of the Holy Tower Battle. Except for the supernatural powers of the twelve strong clans, the other tribes from the origins of the supernatural powers will not be as good as the twelve tribes.
The strong clan is too weak, and it is also the top star in the divine realm.
Only Fang Chen, who seemed so abrupt.
"Fang Lie, I want to accept you as your disciple. What do you think?"
The Wandao Saint stood in the interior of his home and suddenly spoke.
Saint Jinyang and Saint Luo Xue did not say anything, but their eyes were slightly solemn.
"It's better to come to my disciples to learn the supernatural powers of the Five Insect Temples."
The person who speaks is the saint of agarwood.
"Saint of Agarwood, your magical powers are too ill and too domineering, and they are not suitable for juniors to study."
The saint of Danzun suddenly said, "It is better to come to learn the elixir of Heavenly Lord."
"Either the Five Insect Temple or the Heavenly Lord's Alchemy are excellent magical powers, but they are still slightly inferior to the magical powers mastered by the saints of the Ten Thousand Dao.
Don’t argue with the saints of all Taoism.”
The one who opened his mouth was the Saint of Duobao.
As soon as he spoke, he attracted a faint sneer and hum.
That is the Black Buddha Saint.
As for the Saint of Beixuan, he did not make any statement until now, and he was still indifferent and seemed to be a real bystander.
"You guys are so embarrassed to compete with me for disciples?"
The saints of thousands of paths laughed and scolded:
"I don't care. When the Battle of the Holy Tower is over, I will meet him in person."
The saints of Danzun and the saints of agarwood are not up to date.
"The saint of Wandao, Fang Chen has a legacy and a master. I'm afraid I won't be able to join you."
Fang Lie smiled.
The Saint of Wandao was slightly stunned, "It turns out that it's because of the master's teachings, that's fine."
As a saint, he would not have made a face because of a small six-turn who broke into the top three thousand.
If he is participating in the battle of the Holy Tower in the third step of breaking the limit, then it will be different.
On the other hand, the inner site of the Golden Crow Half Saint is naturally following behind the inner site of this group of saints and dare not overtake it.
"As my junior, Fang Lie can be promoted to a saint one step earlier than me, that's fine.
His bloodline can actually produce such a Qilin genius. With the weak background of the human race, it almost broke into the top three thousand. Could it be that the fortune of the aristocratic clans will fall on the Fang race?"
The Golden Crow Half Saint whispered to himself.
He knew that the half-saint of Burial Xue could hear it.
Burial Xue Bansaint is still indifferent:
"Even if this child breaks into the top 100, it's only six turns. You and I can easily kill you. If you don't have the method of dealing with the saint, don't make any ideas about this child, so as not to cause any trouble."
He paused, "I suspect that if he could escape unstoppably after this battle, he would enter the eyes of the saints. In addition to the saints of Fang, all the saints of Tao will also protect him."
The Golden Crow Bansaint fell into silence and stopped talking.
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Fang Chen's way has been stopped.
A hundred feet away in front of him stood a strange body.
This supernatural person seems to have three heads and six arms, and each arm holds a weapon on it.
The three heads looked exactly the same, and were quietly staring at Fang Chen, with doubts and curiosity in their three pairs of eyes.
"Three-headed and six-arm technique? No..."
Fang Chen was also looking at the other person.
The other party seemed to have used the three-headed and six-arm technique, but if you look closely, you will find that the other party has no trace of the other party's magic.
These three heads and six arms are born with it.
"Behind you, there are many interior places. What kind of ethnic group are you? The semi-saints and saints in these interior places are your fellow races?"
The other party asked suddenly.
Before Fang Chen could speak, another figure swam over.
The human body has a snake's tail, and its tail is several feet long.
"This guy is a human race, a very weak race. I didn't expect that such a Qilin genius would appear, which can be kept until now.
Is it good luck or luck?"
The human body and snake tail smiled.
"You two are obviously strong people, so you will not participate in the battle between you."
Fang Chen smiled and bowed his hand, slowly retreating.
The human body and snake tail are unyielding:
"Don't leave. You can't stay until the end by luck. Instead of dying for others, it's better to die for me."
Fang Chen ignored his words, accelerated his movements and continued to retreat.
Then, a golden wall of light appeared out of thin air, blocking his way.
If he did not stop in time and crashed into the wall, he would be crushed and died on the spot.
Turning around, a huge death battle card had appeared in the center of the three.
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"It's the alien snake clan and the southern god clan."
The half-saint of Burial Spirit frowned slightly.
Fang Qianxue sighed softly in her heart. This luck is really not good.
Everyone had actually guessed that Fang Chen would definitely encounter the twelve strong tribes.
But I never thought that this encounter was the two masters of the twelve strong clans.
"Ancestor Chen is not very lucky. According to the temperament of these twelve strong clans, they may attack Ancestor Chen first..."
Fang Han smiled bitterly.
Everyone nodded.
Not only the twelve strong tribes, but as long as they are stronger than their human race, they treat weak tribes in this way, as if the weak tribes are not worthy of living in the divine realm.