Gods?

Everyone was attracted by this exclamation. Even the four members of the King Kong clan no longer bothered Fang Chen and the other two, and crowded to the window to watch.

The same is true for Fang Chen and Wang Chongsong.

Through the window, one could see that the crowded street outside suddenly branched off into a rather spacious avenue.

It's like the sea was split into two at once.

A group of people with a posture as tall as a mountain are walking.

The leader has a round face and a fat smile. He looks gentle, but there is a sharp edge wrapped around his body, like a thorn cover, making people afraid to get close easily.

"Langdao Chun? God clan? Demon clan?"

Questions suddenly came to Fang Chen's mind, and his eyes remained locked on this person until they walked through this street and drifted away.

"Is this really the Protoss? I didn't expect that the Protoss is so similar to our human race, that is, the body is slightly taller and the skin is a bit darker."

Wang Chongsong murmured to himself.

Xian Xian looked away reluctantly. Hearing Wang Chongsong's words, he couldn't help but laugh:

"Is it similar to your human race? How much the gods respect it, but you human bugs dare to cling to it like this, it's so shameless."

His words attracted the echo of the woman from the Vajra tribe. She also laughed and said:

"There are rumors that babies from the divine race are born with supreme bones all over their bodies. Even the tiny hairs on the skin are filled with the aura of the supreme. How can they be compared to your human race? Can they compare?"

"Of course it can't compare."

Fang Chen smiled lightly and said: "The Human Clan can't compare, the Yan Clan can't compare, and the Vajra Clan can't compare either."

Xian Xian and the girl from the Vajra tribe were slightly startled. They understood that what the other party meant was that everyone was the same, and there was no need to laugh at fifty steps and laugh at hundred steps.

"Why should we compare to the gods? As long as we have a deeper foundation than you little bugs like the human race, isn't it enough?"

The Vajra woman sneered.

“Feng Shui is changing, and no one will stand still, advance or retreat.

Who can say for sure what will happen in the future?"

After Fang Chen finished speaking, he walked out of the restaurant.

When Wang Chongsong saw this, he immediately followed him.

The Vajra tribe woman was still unwilling to let the two of them go like this, and wanted to stop them and tease them again, but she saw the eyes of the Shura tribe glance over again, and her movements were slightly startled. She tried to stop them again, but they were already there.

Go away.

When the Shura tribe saw this, he sneered and continued drinking and chatting with others.

The Vajra woman had no choice but to suppress her dissatisfaction.

"Xian Xian, the person with eye disease just now is the Fang Clan's magical person?"

Prince Yan stared at Fang Chen's back and asked thoughtfully.

Xian Xian said very respectfully:

"This person is indeed from the Fang clan."

"It's a pity. The human race is indeed not stupid. Otherwise, my plan would be able to break the foundation of the human race and only lose two Holy Blood Bodhis."

Prince Yan smiled.

Xian Xian felt a chill in his heart when he thought of the previous person's advice, and then his expression became more humble:

"Your Majesty Yan, although we cannot destroy the foundation of the human race this time, we can at least plant the seeds of disaster among them. As long as the ten saints of the human race cannot work together, we, the Yan clan, will have the opportunity to eat them."

"Well, the battle of the Holy Tower is also a good opportunity to weaken the human race. You should seize it."

Crown Prince Yan of the King Kong Clan nodded lightly, and then took his three fellow clan members back to their seats to drink and eat.

…

…

At this moment, both Fang Chen and Wang Chongsong lost their mood to wander around and walked towards the inn.

"Old Fang, you said things are changing, but I still don't see the hope of the Human Race crushing the Flame Clan, let alone rivaling the Vajra Clan, and powerful tribes above these two are everywhere in the Divine Realm.

Let’s just say that the gods have long been gone forever, and the feng shui will not be able to change their home.”

Wang Chongsong seemed upset and couldn't help but whisper.

Fang Chen looked slightly strange.

Is it really impossible to transfer to the doorstep of the Gods?

During the Nine Realms Period, how could the Gods become the Demons?

He could understand that due to some reasons, the human race lost the Saint and eventually fled to the Nine Realms to make a living.

But he couldn't imagine that as powerful as the God Clan, even the domain lords of the God's Domain here were from the God Clan.

How did such a group of people fall to that level?

"Or are they just slightly similar? The world is so vast, and it might not be surprising even if someone looks exactly the same."

Fang Chen's thoughts moved slightly. He felt that for the time being, he could not rely on this to infer that the person he just met was really Langdao Chun.

Even if it is, it may not be certain that the Gods are really "turning the tide".

"Maybe it's just one of the branches that was relegated?"

"Also a possibility."

Fang Chen said to himself.

"Look, you also think what I said makes sense, right?"

Seeing that Fang Chen remained silent, Wang Chongsong couldn't help but sigh and said to himself:

"Too young. It's still too young. In a million years... no, tens of millions of years... maybe there will be a day when things turn around, but I probably won't see it..."

"Langdaochun, I told you that you will come to Longsheng City this time. Come, let's sit in the private room. We haven't seen each other for many years. This time we have to catch up with each other!"

In the distance, from a building, there was a sound of laughter.

Fang Chen looked up and saw the group of gods just now being welcomed in by a young man.

"They are exactly the same, and they have the same name and surname, so there is no doubt that they are the same person."

Fang Chen said to himself.

"Those who can make friends with the gods must be extraordinary. They may be from twelve powerful clans."

Wang Chongsong sighed softly: "If we can make friends with such people, the human race's decline can be swept away in an instant."

"If an ant asked you to help kill a cockroach, would you help?"

Fang Chen glanced at Wang Chongsong.

"Of course I don't care."

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 technique of the Shadow Bodhisattva?"

Fang Chen pondered in his heart.

He wanted to take a look at Langdaochun, but he was afraid that these two techniques would not work here and others would find out.

Now that his time has not expired, he cannot leave here. If he dies here, he will really die. He is afraid that even his soul will be under the control of the Soul Clan and will not have the chance to meet Zhulong.

After pondering for a moment, Fang Chen thought to himself and quietly waited for the battle of the Holy Tower to begin.

A few more days passed.

Bells suddenly started ringing in Longsheng City.

Fang Qianxue brought the Fang Clan’s magical person to the front hall of the inn.

Here, Fang Chen and others finally met other magical powers from the Holy Alliance.

Several semi-saints came, including the Golden Crow Semi-Saint and the Burial Snow Semi-Saint.

Each of the ten saints sent one or two hundred supernatural beings to participate in the battle of the Holy Tower. A total of one or two thousand humans sat together. It seemed like a lot of people, but the inn was very large and only occupied the lobby.

A corner.

In other places, all the people sitting are foreigners.

They don't care much about the existence of human race.

The Soul Burial Semi-Saint, the Golden Crow Semi-Saint and others were sitting together and chatting in low voices.

The supernatural power users from all sides are also sizing up each other. Except for those who have a private alliance, the rest are both members of the same race and competitors.

"The bell of the Holy Tower has sounded. After the nine passages, we will be summoned to enter the Holy Tower. You must prepare."
Chapter completed!