my master is a bug.

Chapter 234 The Strength of the Immortal Cultivation Line
Fang Mu thought for a while, then cut off the turbulent flow of the void.

Without the penetration of external force, the space in the medicine garden stopped collapsing immediately.

At the same time, the soil in the space dissolved into a strange force, starting to repair the cracks around it!
Fang Mu was a little surprised to find that the power to repair himself did not seem to come from this time and space.

This feeling is somewhat similar to the fluctuations produced when time fragments are broken.

'Mending the present with the power of the past...'

In Fang Mu's mind, the scene of time fragments breaking up involuntarily appeared.

At that time, Yu Shengjing took advantage of the shattering of time to escape from this world, but Fang Mu was helpless.

At this moment, this ring seemed to show him the principle.

Fang Mu's eyes lit up slightly, and he continued to observe.

After a long time, the rift in his portable medicine garden was finally healed completely.

Fang Mu also roughly came to some conclusions.

In this world, there are indeed rules that can suppress the lineage of cultivating immortals.

However, those cultivators seem to be looking for something that can fight against this rule.

This ring should be the result of those cultivators.

After thinking for a moment, Fang Mu set his eyes on Jiang Taichu again, and asked:

"Since this world rejects the lineage of cultivators, why do they come back?"

Jiang Taichu sighed and said: "Because the new world is about to recover.

A world of death that can destroy everything in one's body without any scruples.

But it is impossible for a new world to do so.

As long as creatures are still being bred in that piece of heaven and earth, those cultivating immortals will have a way to avoid the suppression of heaven and earth on them. "

Fang Mu was not particularly satisfied with this answer.

Because in the experiment just now, he could still feel the suppression of the cultivation lineage in this world.

He didn't think that this suppression would weaken after the world recovered.

And neither the previous Yu Shengjing nor the portable medicine garden seemed to be able to completely counteract this suppression, they could only circumvent it in a tricky way.

Jiang Taichu didn't seem to notice Fang Mu's disapproval, he continued:
"Whether you believe it or not, the lineage of Xiuxian will do everything possible to return to this world.

Back then, I joined hands with Li Hongyi to get rid of the gatekeeper and sealed off the passage to the Heavenly Ghost Realm, in order to delay the return of the lineage of cultivators.

When the ancient China is fully recovered, we can enter that world first, and hold the general situation in the hands of my spiritual lineage.

But I didn't expect that another Cangqing would appear in the Canglang Realm and break through the portal I was guarding.

Now that the general trend of the world has dissipated, even if I want to ban it again, it is impossible to reach the previous strength.

If we don't come up with an effective solution, our line of spiritual cultivation will inevitably become the slaves of those immortals again! "

When Fang Mu heard this, he couldn't help being slightly taken aback.

He had always thought that those monks in the depths of the realm joined forces to get rid of the gatekeeper just because they coveted opportunities on the earth.

He didn't expect that it would also involve the battle between the spiritual cultivator and the immortal cultivator.

Fang Mu raised his eyebrows and said, "The gatekeeper has been guarding the gate for the cultivators?"

Jiang Taichu nodded and said: "That's right, because those cultivators wanted to use our spiritual aura to cover themselves, they didn't slaughter here.

In order to rule us better, those immortals recruited many spiritual practitioners as their lackeys.

Because the immortal cultivators were very tyrannical back then, they were extremely tempted to recruit spiritual practitioners.

A lot of spiritual practice went directly to those immortals.

The gatekeeper Han Yao is the biggest watchdog among them!
Because he was so obedient, the fairies threw him some bones and made him the leader of the pack of watchdogs. "

When Jiang Taichu said this, he suddenly sneered and said:

"But Han Yao probably didn't expect that not long after he became comfortable, his fairy master had to leave this realm.

Without the restrictions of those immortals, we people gradually walked out of our own way.

Although these roads are all forked, our combat power has advanced by leaps and bounds.

But Han Yao, the watchdog, was stuck in the Immortal Realm because of the fusion of the immortal cultivator's things.

Although he can still compete with us with the help of the things left by the cultivators, he is getting weaker and weaker.

After several trials, the watchdog was finally killed by us. "

After listening to this narration, Fang Mu was speechless for a while.

When he communicated with Zaoxuan before, he always felt that the gatekeeper who fought against all the detached monks alone was quite majestic.

Unexpectedly, this guy had betrayed Lingxiu long ago and turned to the immortal cultivator.

In the depths of the realm, those Lingxiu who worked together to kill the gatekeepers also changed from a group of thugs to heroes who eliminated the traitors.

This more or less subverted Fang Mu's knowledge.

In addition to some changes in his perception of the gatekeeper, Fang Mu also had another doubt.

That is how strong the lineage of cultivating immortals is.

According to Jiang Taichu, the immortal cultivators who came here are just a group of weak chickens who can't get a good place.

But it was just such a group of weak chickens who threw out a few bones casually and cultivated a gatekeeper who crushed all spiritual cultivation.

It wasn't until the group of immortals left for tens of thousands of years that the spiritual cultivators in the depths of the realm worked together to get rid of the traitor.

If this is true, then the strength of the lineage of cultivating immortals seems to be too outrageous.

Thinking of this, even Fang Mu couldn't help but stir up waves in his heart.

He turned his head to look at Jiang Taichu, and asked: "How to divide the strength of Xiuxian's lineage? What is the realm of the strong among them?"

Jiang Taichu replied: "Those immortals are all called immortal cultivators, but the immortals they cultivate are not the same.

Therefore, their realm division is also quite messy.

One of the most widely spread divisions is to divide immortals into ghost immortals, human immortals, earth immortals, gods and heavenly immortals.

And above the celestial beings, there are the immortal kings and all kinds of great powers.

The strength of these great powers is too terrifying, and few people dare to divide their realms. "

After Fang Mu heard this, he finally had a general understanding of the division of realms in the lineage of cultivating immortals.

He thought for a while, and then asked: "What does this ghost fairy have to do with ghost fairy jade?"

Jiang Taichu explained: "Ghost Immortal Jade is a necessary item in the process of cultivating ghost immortality.

It is said that ghosts and immortals are easy to become, but their strength is not strong, so they rank last among all immortals. "

Fang Mu couldn't help raising his eyebrows slightly after hearing this.

He had personally refined ghost fairy jade, and experimented with Wanshanqing. Naturally, he knew that when the body refined by ghost fairy was naturally cultivated to the extreme, it would be comparable to a detached monk.

That is to say, the detached monks of the line of spiritual cultivation are only corresponding to the weakest ghost immortals in the line of cultivating immortals!

'Beyond my current realm, there are indeed several realms! '

In Fang Mu's mind, the destructive powers recorded in the ancient books of the earth involuntarily emerged.

The words in those ancient books seemed to have turned into patterns, circling endlessly in his mind, making him faintly feel a sense of excitement.

(End of this chapter)