Chapter 1673 Ten Thousand Years
Lin Mu was shocked.
Zhang Ruoxu had already guessed that his rapid promotion was closely related to Piaomiao Fairyland.
Lin Mu suddenly became nervous.
Would Zhang Ruoxu take action to rob his Piaomiao Fairyland?
Fortunately, Zhang Ruoxu didn't know that the Five Elements Magic Mirror was the body of Piaomiao Fairyland.
Although everyone knew that Lin Mu was the owner of Piaomiao Fairyland, they didn't know, or even couldn't know, how to become the owner of Piaomiao Fairyland.
What kind of existence is Piaomiao Fairyland? Is there a treasure as its body?
They knew nothing about these.
Especially Zhang Ruoxu, he didn't dare to act rashly.
"Speaking of which, I can help, but I'm afraid I can't do it now."
Lin Mu looked at Zhang Ruoxu and said with a smile.
"Can you help?"
Zhang Ruoxu was overjoyed when he heard this, and hurriedly said, "I can wait."
"That's good."
Lin Mu said with relief, "Senior, just wait."
For now, the main thing is to delay.
As for how long to wait, it was entirely up to Lin Mu.
Now he hadn't even promoted his consciousness to the peak of the Heavenly Immortal Realm.
He still owed Qingniu a lot of Concentrated Mind Beads, so how could he help Zhang Ruoxu?
Not to mention, Zhang Ruoxu had also practiced the art of divine division. If he helped Zhang Ruoxu improve his consciousness,
Without the disturbance of so many disturbing memories, Zhang Ruoxu would devour more clones, and his strength would be terrifying!
Peak of the Heavenly Immortal Realm?
Or beyond the Heavenly Immortal Realm?
This was all unimaginable.
The True Demon Ancestor did not have such a terrifying promotion speed as Zhang Ruoxu.
Lin Mu wanted to stop Zhang Ruoxu from continuing to clone himself.
But he had no good way.
Until now, he had only a little clue.
The art of divine division could only have ninety-nine clones.
He could actually kill all of Zhang Ruoxu's remaining clones.
In this way, the clones of those clones would have nothing to do with Zhang Ruoxu.
Zhang Ruoxu's strength will stop at the peak of the Earthly Immortal Realm.
However, the art of divine division will continue to be passed down, and new Zhang Ruoxu will emerge.
Will he kill all Zhang Ruoxu?
But this is the best way he can think of.
Since this is a tower, the final fruit falls on the top of the tower.
If he can't destroy the top of the tower, he will destroy the layer below the top of the tower.
In this way, the top of the tower is a castle in the air, helpless.
But this cannot solve the problem from the root. The art of divine division will continue to be passed down, and the cultivators at the bottom will continue to suffer.
If it goes on like this, it will cause endless harm.
And what makes Lin Mu feel powerless is that compared with the real demon, this is even more difficult to eradicate!
As long as the real demon uses the spiritual light shield, it can find their traces and kill them with strength.
However, this art of divine division cannot distinguish who has practiced and who has not practiced.
He had calculated before that if it was the seventh generation, the practitioners who practiced the secret art of clones would be almost all over the three thousand worlds.
Can he kill them all?
The one who tied the bell must untie it.
Lin Mu wondered if he could get this secret art and then find its flaws.
In this way, those original bodies would no longer be able to devour the clones.
In this way, all the clones would naturally practice this cracking method to avoid themselves from suffering.
And the original bodies were also worried that there would be original bodies above them, so they would naturally practice it.
In this way, this secret art would be broken without attack.
Thinking of this, Lin Mu had an idea in his mind.
"In that case, I will not bother you anymore."
Seeing that Lin Mu agreed to help, Zhang Ruoxu smiled and stood up to say goodbye.
"Senior, please stay!"
Lin Mu quickly stood up and stopped.
"What else?"
Zhang Ruoxu turned around.
Lin Mu looked embarrassed, pretending to be unable to speak, "I can't say it."
"Just say it."
Zhang Ruoxu said with a smile.
"Senior, can you pass on the secret art of clone to me?"
Lin Mu looked embarrassed.
This time, he promised to help Zhang Ruoxu, he couldn't just agree for no reason, right?
In this way, Zhang Ruoxu left happily now, and I'm afraid he won't feel at ease after returning.
Even if a person is kind, will he help others without reservation?
Not to mention, this person has a life-and-death feud with him, although it was only done by the previous clone.
Lin Mu now asked for the secret art of clone, Zhang Ruoxu's most powerful skill, in order to win Zhang Ruoxu's trust.
In this way, his delaying strategy can proceed more smoothly.
"No problem."
Zhang Ruoxu sat down and said with a smile.
Lin Mu was a little surprised by such a straightforward agreement.
"Is this appropriate?"
Lin Mu asked.
"Actually, this is nothing."
Zhang Ruoxu smiled and explained, "I have taught all my clones the secret art of clones. They don't know my existence and think they got this technique because of a chance encounter."
"In order to strengthen themselves, they will definitely pass on this technique."
Lin Mu secretly admired Zhang Ruoxu when he heard this.
It was indeed too smart to do this.
If these clones knew that it was the original body who did it, I'm afraid they would not be at ease to practice well.
Perhaps the clones below would have such doubts.
But Zhang Ruoxu's clones would not.
Because their strength is at least the Mahayana stage, and they have practiced for more than tens of thousands of years, or even longer.
Who else could be their original body?
Little did they know that there was an old immortal like Zhang Ruoxu.
"Senior, this is a brilliant move."
Lin Mu praised with a smile.
This statement came from the bottom of his heart.
"However."
Zhang Ruoxu changed the subject, "What I taught them is a simplified method of soul-dividing. They can only have thirty-six clones."
Lin Mu was overjoyed after hearing this.
This gap seems to be less than three times, but after five generations, the number is hundreds of times different.
The number of cultivators affected has been greatly reduced.
Zhang Ruoxu did this and it was a great merit.
"For you, I will naturally teach you the real soul-dividing technique without reservation."
As Zhang Ruoxu spoke, his face was solemn, and he took out a purple jade slip and handed it to Lin Mu.
Lin Mu took the jade slip, used his spiritual sense to slightly investigate it, and then smiled and put it away.
"But, I suggest you choose a good time to practice."
Zhang Ruoxu advised, "After practicing this mysterious art, two-thirds of the original spiritual consciousness will be divided into ninety-nine spiritual thoughts, which will merge with ninety-nine newborn babies."
"This means that your spiritual consciousness realm will drop significantly, or even drop by a large realm!"
"Moreover, there will be a long period of time when you cannot mobilize your spiritual consciousness and lose your combat power."
Lin Mu nodded repeatedly.
This mysterious art seems to have many limitations.
"How long did it take the senior to recover his strength?"
Lin Mu asked with a smile.
"About 20,000 years."
Zhang Ruoxu recalled.
"20,000 years..."
Lin Mu smiled awkwardly and was speechless.
This is too long!
"I forgot to tell you that the higher the spiritual consciousness realm, the longer it takes to recover combat power."
Zhang Ruoxu looked at Lin Mu and continued.