Chapter 225 Two Generations

The name of Qingming Immortal has not only spread throughout his home planet, but also shocked all the star regions. He is so powerful that all the enemies he kills are strong men. Such a reputation is entirely forged with blood.

Compared to him, He Fang is not a very powerful figure. If there is a ranking of the strong on the mother planet, even if He Fang is strong enough, he will not be able to make it into the top 100.

After all, there is a gap of two or three hundred years between them and those who competed for opportunities in the early mythological era, and it will take more time to catch up.

"One step at a time, you're a step higher." He Fang deeply feels this way.

His eldest disciple Wu Zhutian has entered the first realm of True Immortal, which is one major realm lower than him. His master and father are both at the Taixu level, which is also one major realm lower than him.

It is extremely difficult to cross the three realms of True Immortal, and even more so to the Immortal level. No one knows what this level is like below Immortal, and up to now there has been no news of an Immortal breaking through to another major level.

After all, even the cultivation system of the mother planet was jointly created by immortals. If someone breaks through to a higher level, it can be said that he is truly the best in the world, and there will be no rivals on the mother planet, and he can be called the best person in the world.

Thinking of Wang Xuan, his youngest and most promising disciple, He Fang couldn't help but shake his head, feeling both satisfied and troubled.

"This ladder is really fast to climb. It took only one year to reach the Earthly Immortal level. It's much faster than the second and sixth brothers. It's also the best in the mountain gate.

Unfortunately, he is also quite capable of causing trouble, which makes me worry."

He walked step by step through the dark, flesh-and-blood-squirming corridor, passed through the gate of hell and arrived at his home planet, ending his journey to hell.

After learning about the two troublesome disciples, in order to solve the problem, he and Fang Shan traveled to the Hell Realm for nearly ten days before they killed two lower-level demon kings.

On the way, he also found some things.

Wang Xuan was basking in the sun, as a vast amount of energy from heaven and earth poured into his body. He felt refreshed and warm, and was enjoying himself. From time to time, he could even take some food delivered in the early morning via the spaceship.

It was his girlfriend who cared about him. Knowing that he was trapped at the foot of the mountain, she prepared a lot of food and leisure items, and even bought him a gaming helmet, so he would never be bored.

Basking in the sun and eating fruits, life was so carefree except that I couldn't move.

With his eyes closed, he suddenly felt a shadow covering him, blocking out the sunlight. He immediately said, "Please move aside. Don't come so close to watch the fun. You're blocking my sun."

He thought it was another disciple from the mountain sect who wanted to establish a relationship with him, become friends at this moment, and then get to know his secrets.

He was too lazy to pay attention to such people, the farther away from him the better.

"How long do you want to sunbathe?" He Fang's voice sounded steady but experienced, and he looked at Wang Xuan with a smile.

Wang Xuan opened his eyes, grinning with his mouth wide open, showing his white teeth clearly, and said happily: "Master, you are finally here. If you hadn't come, I would have rotted here.

Such a mountain was pressing down on me, my legs were almost broken, I couldn't move at all, there was really no way to get away.

"Third Master is really something. If I had acted later, I could have killed Zhao Hao, but he ended up locking us both up. It's really depressing."

He naturally knew why his master came here, and it was something to be happy about that he could leave.

He Fang sat down against the mountain, knocked off the ash, took a puff of his cigarette, and motioned Wang Xuan to look ahead.

Zhao Hao waited for a long time and finally waited for the opportunity to leave. The person who came was none other than his master Fang Shan.

At this moment, the person he can most rely on is probably Fang Shan.

The wound on Fangshan's forehead had healed into a dot, and it was hard to tell what kind of fighting he had experienced. He walked slowly as if he was on a spring outing.

He is neither slow nor hurried, and has the air of a scholar, which makes him a humble gentleman.

Even though he fought fiercely in the hell realm for a long time and almost died, in his opinion, there was nothing to fear except death.

The mind has achieved great freedom, which is a state that only Bodhisattvas can achieve.

Unfortunately, no matter how free a person is, he will still have troubles and things that will make him worry.

"If you had come two days later, my injuries would not have needed treatment. You came after ten days. It seems that you really don't care about me as your disciple." Zhao Hao laughed, with a hint of coldness in his eyes. He watched his injuries turn into old ones. The torment of being unable to heal left him with a large psychological shadow.

Fang Shan did not explain why he came so late. It was not that he had no things to do. He was in the alien domain when Zhao Hao was suppressed, and after coming back he entered the hell realm and survived a near-death experience.

He didn't waste any time during this period, and didn't take such words to heart, which really hurt his heart, but he would never take the initiative to talk about his efforts.

"Come back with me." he said.

"Where to go back to? Tianjian Mountain? Want me to be punished again?" Zhao Hao thought of his experience in purgatory a few months ago. It was definitely not a good memory.

Fang Shan shook his head: "You don't need to be punished. I will heal your injuries. You need to recuperate for a while."

Zhao Hao needs to recuperate. In fact, his injuries are more serious and it will take him much longer to recover than this disciple.

Zhao Hao said nothing. He had quite a few complaints about some of Fang Shan's actions, whether it was his father's death, his injury in Yuzhang City, being punished and imprisoned in purgatory, or his late arrival this time.

With a wave of Fang Shan's hand, the golden cage in front of him was broken. Although the cage was transformed from the source of immortality, it only had the power of a celestial immortal. He Qingming really did not take the two juniors seriously.

Holding Zhao Hao's shoulders, a huge amount of immortal energy poured into his body and sea of ​​consciousness, constantly breaking through the injuries and repairing them again, like reattaching a deformed fractured arm. Although this was painful, it would allow for better recovery.

The space where the two people were located flashed, and their figures disappeared instantly.

Wang Xuan raised his eyebrows slightly when he saw this scene.

He Fang patted his shoulder and warned him, “Either you kill Zhao Hao directly or don’t do it, otherwise Fang Shan will always have to worry about that kid.

But it’s better for Qingniu to do it, otherwise Fangshan will have reason to seek revenge on you, and may even kill me.”

The relationship between master and disciple is so close that it is almost like that between father and son. It is very rare for master and disciple to devour each other. Whether it is killing the master or killing the disciple, it is a taboo. No one will deal with such a person and he is not trustworthy at all.

This kind of relationship is difficult to separate and involves huge implications, so there are many cases of masters cheating their apprentices and apprentices cheating their masters.

As long as he is Zhao Hao's master, Fang Shan will fulfill his due responsibilities and will not ignore it.

“Really?” Wang Xuan nodded, and then said, “Master, you and Senior Fang have a really good relationship, one came first and the other came later.

But what have you been busy with these days? Your apprentice is being treated like a monkey here, it must be hard for him to bear it."

He Fang snorted and chuckled, and Wang Xuan felt a little cold all over.

"Why? Because each of you spent a fortune redeeming the head of the Demon King. Do you think it's easy to get that head back?"

Wang Xuan was embarrassed: "Am I worth such an expensive ransom? Thank you for troubling me, Master."

"It's not a problem. I almost lost half my life. If you can live a peaceful life in the future and let me rest my old bones, that's good news."

As He Fang spoke, he stretched out his hand and lifted up the mountain that was pressing down on Wang Xuan. With a flick of his hand, it returned to its original shape, becoming a fist-sized mountain seal.

Wang Xuan just stood up when the mountain seal fell into his arms. He reached out to catch it. The small mountain seal seemed to weigh thousands of pounds. If it really exerted its power, it could suppress him and make him unable to move.

"This seal is called Throwing the Mountain. With a full-strength strike, it can create an inland lake with a radius of a thousand miles. It is a top-grade magic weapon. It was used by your third master when he was young. I give it to you."

He Fang said this lightly, and such a precious treasure fell into Wang Xuan's hands.

He Qingming's things were something he wanted to give to Wang Xuan, but it was just a thought. After all, at the level of Half-Step Immortality, he couldn't afford to use this seal at all, so keeping it would have greater commemorative significance.

"How embarrassing."

Wang Xuan laughed and put the Mountain-Throwing Seal into his storage of heavenly treasures. He was really thick-skinned.

(End of this chapter)