บท 647: The Puppet Version of "A Chinese Ghost Story"

One breath ago, Fang Jinyu was at a loss.

A breath later, Fang Jinyu was still in a daze. He only regained his senses when he waved his sleeve, and the withered plants in front of him regained their vitality and made way for him.

"Qing Fu, what did you change that immortal technique to? Even if you don't want to be caught by the immortal king to dig lands in the past and future, you don't have to change to such a crazy extent, right?"

"I was breaking through just now!"

"Although I can't break through either…"

When Fang Jinyu saw the continuous black mountain range in front of him and the strange rocky cliffs, he finally couldn't help but complain.

It was because Fang Jinyu confirmed that he was neither in the immortal realm nor in "beyond the heavens."