The magical powers of the Fang Clan all had expressions of concentration on their faces, and they sat upright with solemn expressions, waiting for the ninth bell to ring.

Looking at the magical powers of the other nine alliances, the same is true. Even the arrogant Jinyang Alliance felt nervous when approaching the battle.

Perhaps in order to relieve this tension, Wang Chongsong, like a treasure trove, directly pointed out the outstanding people in each holy alliance for Fang Chen.

Because of this, I got to know a little bit more about the saint behind them.

The Ten Saints of the Human Race:

The Saint of Ten Thousand Daos, the Saint of Fang, the Saint of Jinyang, the Saint of Luoxue, the Saint of Forgetfulness, the Saint of Agarwood, the Saint of Many Treasures, the Saint of Black Buddha, the Saint of Danzun, and the Saint of Beixuan.

There is no exact ranking of strength among these ten saints, but there is a ranking of qualifications.

For example, the Wan Dao Sage, Fang Sage, and Luo Xue Sage all have lower qualifications.

The saint who forgets his love is quite old.

After the saints of the Wang family were enthroned, it is recorded that the saints of forgetfulness, the saints of many treasures, and the black Buddha saints became saints one after another.

There is no way of knowing who comes first and who comes last. Only these saints can know clearly.

"We also have to be careful about the supernatural beings of the Chenxiang League. These guys will eat everything."

When Wang Chongsong pointed to the Agarwood League, he gave a special warning, and his eyes showed some fear, as if he did not want to have too much contact with them.

Fang Chen glanced over there and found that the magical power users of the Chenxiang League were all energetic, and their energy and energy seemed to be more powerful than the other magical power users.

"What magical powers do they have that I need to be careful about?"

Fang Chen asked through a message.

"What kind of magical power is there? Hehe, I only know that there is a legendary magical power in the Chenxiang League called: Five Zang Temple.

This magical power can swallow up the heavens and the earth, and it is definitely not something to be taken lightly. To be chosen to participate in the Holy Tower Battle this time, I guess the magical powers of these guys are from the 'Five Zang Temple' lineage."

Wang Chongsong chuckled, with a hint of disdain and a hint of fear in his tone.

"Temple of Five Internal Organs?"

Fang Chen was thoughtful, but just listening to Wang Chongsong's introduction, he knew that this magical power was indeed not simple, otherwise Wang Chongsong would not have dubbed it 'legend'.

Dang Dang Dang——

Unknowingly.

The melodious bell has rang eight times.

The Soul Burial Semi-Saint and others also stopped talking and prepared to welcome the ninth bell.

During this period, the Golden Crow Half-Saint's eyes fell on the Fang Clan's magical user, his eyes full of teasing.

"Old Jinwu lost an opportunity to become a saint because of Fang Sheng. I don't know how many years he will have to wait to become a saint again. This time he will definitely target us."

"There is also Luo Xuemeng, you should be careful when you go in."

"Why remind me specifically?"

"Old Fang, haven't you understood yet? The news that you are of pure blood and that you are the third generation ancestor has spread to all parties. Although your cultivation level is low, all parties are paying close attention to you."

"...Well, some people are indeed sizing me up secretly. I understand. I will be careful when I go in."

After Fang Chen finished speaking, he closed his eyes and waited quietly for the bell to ring.

clang--

As the last bell rang, all the magical power users with identity cards disappeared at the same time.

The huge front hall of the inn suddenly became empty.

Only some semi-saints and those with limit-breaking magical powers are left.

Everyone in the Fang clan went in, but Qin Baichuan from the Ten Thousand Dao Alliance stayed behind to accompany the Soul Burial Half Saint.

"Soul Burial Semi-Saint, you should ask your people to have less contact with the Fang Clan. If they are together, our supernatural power users will not be able to do anything at all, and there will inevitably be casualties."

The Golden Crow Half Saint said with a smile.

Half-Saint Buried Snow glanced at Half-Saint Buried Soul, and said calmly:

"Luoxue League can become an ally of Wandao League, but you should not choose Fang Clan."

"Sage Fang forced back Saint Jinyang and Saint Luo Xue with one sword, which has proved that the choice of Saints of our clan was not wrong. The Fang clan was our ally in the past and will be our ally in the future."

The Soul Burial Semi-Saint stood up expressionlessly, and his figure suddenly merged into the void and disappeared.

Also disappearing with her was Qin Baichuan.

"snort."

Half-Saint Zangxue snorted coldly, then opened the interior and walked in.

For a moment, all the Half-Saints in Dragon Saint City opened the interior scenes together.

At the same time, countless interior locations are connected to Dragon Saint City at this moment.

The void in the interior scene seemed to have turned into a picture scroll, reflecting the scene in the holy tower of Dragon Holy City.

Fang Clan interior location.

The magical power users of the Fang Clan all gathered together, standing in the open space and looking into the void, their eyes full of expectation, curiosity, and excitement.

In the corner, Fang Qiurou and three people stood together, talking excitedly in low voices.

They knew that Fang Chen also participated in this battle of the Holy Tower, so they hoped to see what happened to Fang Chen.

Wang's interior location.

It is as lively and lively as the Fang clan.

Chen Feifei stood in the corner, looking into the void with emotion:

"I wonder if the Crown Prince will appear..."

The interior location of the master's home...

Not only the semi-saints of the human race, but also the saints opened the interior location to observe the battle of the holy tower.

Among all the foreign semi-saints and saints in the God's Domain, as long as there are interior locations, almost none of them would miss this battle and choose to connect with the ten holy cities to observe the battle of the holy tower that occurs once every five hundred years.

This battle not only determines how many rewards each family can receive from the Qingming Supreme Alliance, but also whether anyone can stand out and be chosen by the Qingming Supreme Alliance.

It can also allow all parties to truly understand the strength and heritage of each race, so as not to be blind and look at the sky from a well.

…

…

Fang Chen only felt that his eyes flickered and he was already in a strange place.

The sky was dim, and there seemed to be a divine light crossing the overpass, forming a semi-arc shape, covering the ground like a fly screen.

"This shield will become smaller and smaller, forcing everyone to eventually meet and fight to determine the winner."

Fang Chen withdrew his gaze from the 'fly guard' and looked around.

There are hundreds of strange figures nearby. They are now looking at each other, waiting and watching without making any rash moves.

Fang Chen knew that these guys were picking 'soft persimmons' and judging whether he was a 'soft persimmon'.

In a short period of time, as long as no one takes action, this balance will not be broken.

"Everyone, this is just the beginning of the Holy Tower War. You should preserve your strength in order to enter the one hundred thousand. I have a suggestion. I wonder if you are willing to listen to it?"

A magical person from an unknown ethnic group spoke slowly.

This supernatural being is eight feet tall, and his body shape is similar to that of most ethnic groups, but he has black wings on his back, and his soft feathers open and close with the breeze, as if he is breathing.

The supernatural beings present did not answer his words, but they all looked at him, obviously waiting for what he would say next.

Seeing this, the black-winged magical user coughed lightly and said:

"We can temporarily form an alliance in order to cope with the subsequent battle. If we are lucky enough to break into the one hundred thousand, we can then choose the opportunity to admit defeat and retreat without losing our lives. This way we will gain ranking and not lose our lives. It is the best of both worlds."

None of the supernatural beings said a word, but there was a hint of cynicism in their eyes.

"Where did the Yakuza come from, to be so naive?"

The person with supernatural powers mocked directly:

"Even among the same clan, who really dares to form an alliance with others without fear of being killed from behind?

What's more, since we are strangers to each other, it's okay not to mention the alliance."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone suddenly discovered that there seemed to be hundreds of portal shadows in the void.
Chapter completed!