As time goes by, the Battle of the Holy Tower has gradually come to an end.

Because of different realms and different numbers of people, the progress is also different.

The third step to break the limit is the earliest result. The first one is undoubtedly the supernatural power of the gods.

The second step of breaking the limit is followed, the first step.

The first ones are all those who are the supernatural powers of the gods.

There is a special building in the holy tower. Those who stop here are all saints from major powerful clans, and now there are more than a hundred people.

As long as they look down, they can see all corners of the Battle of the Holy Tower.

"This time, the gods may have to get a Grand Slam."

A saint with three heads and six arms just looked down and sighed, smiling calmly, as if he didn't care about the battle of the holy tower.

But saints from all walks of life know that this saint from the twelve strong clans seemed to speak lightly and smile casually, and his mood was definitely not as calm as it seemed.

The first in the Battle of the Holy Tower is the existence that every strong clan wants to compete for.

As long as you win the first place three times in a row, you will be expected to be selected by the Qingming Supreme Alliance. Entering a place where even these saints will envy and yearn for, your future will be limitless.

Let’s talk about the domain masters of the Divine Realm, or the current owner of the Dragon Saint City, all of them stand out from the Battle of the Holy Tower.

With this as a precedent, which ethnic group does not want to fight for the Holy Tower?

"You southern gods are not bad either. Although you have lost three firsts, you have the hope of getting one or two of the remaining twelve firsts.

It’s not that easy for our gods to win the Grand Slam.”

A saint who was very similar to the human race, but with a slightly darker skin, smiled.

The position he stood in the center, and next to him was a handsome young man, wearing a white dress, thin in shape, and a pair of bright red dragon horns on his forehead.

This is the master of this place, the master of the Qingming Supreme Alliance, the magical power stationed here - Dragon Saint.

Long Sheng smiled faintly when he heard the conversation between the two:

"I heard that the two made a bet?"

The saints of the gods and the saints of the southern gods looked at each other, the former smiled faintly, but the latter nodded slightly:

"Report to Long Sheng, we did make a bet."

The saints from all sides immediately focused their attention on these two people.

Before the Battle of the Holy Tower began, they had actually heard of the bet between the two tribes.

"The Dragon Saint of Good Sect knows that the gods and my southern gods have been fighting frequently recently. Although the tribes below are fighting, they are inevitably angry."

The saint of the Southern God clan smiled and said:

"Since no one below can do anything to anyone, we will make a bet.

If the gods can win the Grand Slam in the Battle of the Dragon Saint City Holy Tower this time.

My tribe took out three slave soldiers to compensate the gods, and vice versa."

"For the twelve strong clans, the three slave soldiers are just small gambling to enjoy their feelings."

A saint whispered to himself.

Long Sheng smiled: "Occasionally, you can also cultivate your sentiment. There is nothing wrong with it, but you must not be angry."

When the saints of the gods and the saints of the southern gods heard this, they felt a little stern and both expressed their opinions that they would not be angry.

If it weren't for the ten saints stationed here in the Qingming Supreme Alliance in the Divine Realm, they would have fought very fiercely long ago. They wouldn't be like now, but they were still competing below, but they could still sit together to drink tea and discuss the Tao.

"Take this time today, let me tell you again, our Qingming Supreme Alliance doesn't like it's too noisy.

Over the years, your movements have become a little loud.

You are all saints from the top 100 powerful clans, so you should focus on cultivating your children.

If you can cultivate talents for the Qingming Supreme Alliance, it will be better than you win ten consecutive games, right?"

Dragon Saint smiled.

Everyone bowed: "The Dragon Saint says very well."

"But every battle in the Holy Tower, the number one quota must be basically taken over by the gods, and the remaining twelve strong clans take turns to serve as the banker. When will it be our turn to be the 100 strong clans?"

A saint said in a sour way.

This saint is not weak in strength, his background is not weak, and his clan's background is about to be able to touch the edges of the twelve strong clans.

Even so, there has been no real genius in other clans for many years and can win the first place in the Battle of the Holy Tower.

As soon as he spoke, many saints immediately echoed.

"Let's talk about it now. Those who have not been eliminated in the Battle of the Holy Tower have not been eliminated. Which one is not from the twelve strong tribes?"

"There is really one that's not..."

A saint's thoughtful way.

"Um?"

Everyone looked at the saint, and saw that the saint waved his sleeves lightly, and the air flowed in the void, and a picture gradually appeared in front of everyone.

In the picture, there is only an existence that is quite similar to the gods, fighting against a master from the southern gods.

The two sides fought fiercely, but after a hundred moves, the six-turn magical powers of the Southern God clan were obviously insufficient, and their recovery ability could not keep up with the consumption, revealing a decline.

After dozens of moves, the South God clan's magical power was killed by the other party on the spot.

And there were as many as twenty-three halos behind the other party!

“This is the six-turn zone.”

Some saints looked strange.

When the saints of the Southern God Clan saw this scene, their brows frowned slightly.

The saint of the gods smiled gloatingly:

"I'm sorry, my clan..."

"This son is not a god."

The Dragon Saint suddenly said.

Not a god?

The saint of the gods was slightly stunned, and took a few closer glances, and his face suddenly became strange.

"It seems that it's really not a god."

"It doesn't look weird without the foundation of the supreme bones of the gods."

"It's somewhat similar to the gods, but it's not the same ancestor, right?"

As soon as these words came out, the scene seemed to be quiet for a few moments.

The saint of the gods smiled faintly and said, "Just, the gods are the gods. Without any branches, where did the same ancestor come from?"

After saying that, he looked at Long Sheng and bowed:

"The Dragon Saint knows a lot about the various races here, but can you tell which ethnic group this son comes from? He doesn't look like he is from the top 100 powerful races."

Many saints who are behind the 100 powerful tribes show vigilance.

If there are indeed ethnic groups coming from behind, it will have the greatest impact on them.

"This tribe is called: human race."

Long Sheng smiled and said, "It's a very young group. When the human race had a saint, I personally registered them for them.

But I didn’t expect that in just a few hundred thousand years, the human race’s supernatural powers could enter the top 100 rankings in the Battle of the Holy Tower, which is really rare.”

"Human race?"

More than a hundred saints looked at each other.

Even the saints of the twelve strong clans have never heard of the existence of the human race.

There are too many tribes in the Divine Realm. The tribes they can know are nothing more than the top 100 powerful tribes. As for other tribes, what is different from slave soldiers in their eyes? They are too lazy to understand.

"Since the human race has achieved such good results, I will make an exception today and let the saints of the race come here to watch the battle.

Maybe in a few years, they will be qualified to stand here like you."

Dragon Saint smiled.
Chapter completed!