Weird Cultivation: I am the Yellow-skinned Taoist Master

"what!!"

"The divine body of this deity..."

"What the hell is this thing? It's eerie, absolutely eerie!"

"Why can't this fire be extinguished? My very soul is burning..."

The power of the Demon Tree now surpasses that of Calamity.

Calamity is inherently more severe than the City God's blessing.

These city gods were not in the city and lacked sufficient popularity to support them. Naturally, they were no match for the ferocious demonic tree.

Moreover, Chen Huangpi has now taken the power of the Demon Tree and the Crimson Evil to an extreme.

The Demon Tree is wood, and the Crimson Evil is fire.

When imbued with evil fire, it becomes extremely terrifying.

Moreover, those people are not easy to deal with.

Although each one is only equivalent to an ordinary evil entity, their sheer number is overwhelming, and they can also unleash sword energy and various sword formations.

The city god within the imperial mausoleum was almost entirely gone in a short time.

"Hahaha!"

Seeing this, the brass oil lamp clapped its hands and exclaimed, "Well done! Excellent! It's just a pity that your evil fire isn't very effective; it only burns the soul. Watch me!"

As it spoke, the brass oil lamp opened its mouth and spewed out a flame.

It's terribly damaged.

They specifically target deities whose souls are consumed by evil fire, causing them to writhe in agony and scream in madness.

Its lights, however, do not burn the soul.

Once you get infected, it's very difficult to get rid of it.

For a time, the gods suffered the excruciating pain of burning both their souls and bodies, leaving them unable to live or die.

"Let's fight this evil spirit!"

"burst!!!!"

A deity, driven by rage, charged directly at Chen Huangpi and chose to self-destruct.

Boom! ! ! !

The sound of explosions was endless.

The entire imperial mausoleum was shaking.

Those Golden Core puppets that were nearby were instantly blasted into dust.

However, it had no effect.

"Certainly!!"

Chen Huangpi gently scolded.

Boom!
Huge cracks appeared in the canopy of the magic tree.

Within that crevice, evil fire transformed into a blazing sun.

Those were the eyes of the Demon Tree.

Cold, cruel, and heartless.

In an instant, those eyes converged, their gazes becoming almost tangible, and then erupted with an extremely eerie fluctuation.

Wherever the gaze falls.

The radiance of the gods' self-destruction was frozen in place before it could spread.

This is not the ability of immortals to freeze time.

Rather, Chen Huangpi was inspired by seeing the ferrymen tapping their bamboo poles on their rafts, creating ripples on the Yellow Springs River.

At first glance, they do look somewhat similar.

The clock is ticking.

In just a few breaths, the gods self-destructed, but instead of harming Chen Huangpi, they were immobilized and all their power was used on themselves.

And in the secret passage of this imperial tomb.

"escape!"

"Run away!"

The aristocratic deities were in a terrible state.

Of them, only three have survived to this day.

One prefectural city god, and two county city gods.

The rest died in the almost one-sided massacre that had just taken place.

Fortunately, the gods in the imperial tomb were about to attack Chen Huangpi.

They had already sensed that things were not going well, so they turned and ran.

Therefore, they saw a glimmer of hope for survival.

At the same time, they did not forget to send back the scene that happened inside the imperial tomb.

But that's it.

The city god exclaimed in surprise, "Why have I lost contact with my clan! And you? Are you able to contact the gods of your clan?"

The seven prominent families each contributed their efforts, and naturally, they each had to relay messages.

Upon hearing this, the two county gods immediately wanted to give it a try.

But then, a cold voice interrupted them.

"No need to try."

"You won't be able to get a single word out."

As soon as the words were spoken, the three aristocratic deities saw a huge skeletal body blocking their path.

That skeletal existence.

Its eyes were black and red, giving it an indescribable ferocity and terror.

Furthermore, its aura was quite strange.

They seemed to be beings that were not of this world.

The Soul Reaper isn't that powerful right now.

It is far inferior to a brass oil lamp.

However, the Soul-Reaping Ghost is the spirit of the Soul-Catching Book, and it also has a father who is Yama, the King of Hell.

Although it hasn't fully digested the power left on it by its father, Yama, it can still easily deal with several gods with the help of the Soul-Hooking Book.

The three deities exchanged a glance.

Immediately afterwards, they all took action simultaneously.

However, his attack missed completely.

The strange skeleton before them crumbled instantly upon being struck, turning into wisps of yellowish mist.

"Since my master doesn't harm people anymore, my skills are almost rusty."

The vengeful ghost reappeared.

The fog thickened and thickened, transforming in the blink of an eye into a gloomy and terrifying ghost realm.

Anyone who signs a contract with the Soul-Hooking Book and then breaches it.

Even if they are thousands of miles apart.

Once the Soul-Reaping Ghost can sense it, it can lead the Underworld Domain to attack.

The dried yellow peel wasn't bad enough.

He doesn't kill, and the vengeful spirit doesn't want to see him become a murderer.

Therefore, this method has never been used.

Fortunately, although these three gods did not sign a contract, they were not far apart, and the vengeful ghosts that had been secretly on guard were able to ambush and kill them here.

The Underworld has cut off their ability to transmit messages.

At the same time, it is also the means by which the vengeful spirits take their lives.

Ghostly figures loomed through the fog.

The murderous intent was palpable. This continued until the fog dissipated.

Only three handfuls of yellow earth remained on the ground, along with three streaks of eerie light that rushed into the depths of the imperial tomb.

Those are the souls of these three gods.

The Soul-Reaping Ghost shook its head helplessly: "Without a contract, the power of the Soul-Reaping Book can only be unleashed at half its potential. Otherwise, with a single stroke, there would be no need for such trouble."

The power of the Soul-Hooking Book lies half in it and the other half in the dried tangerine peel.

Just like how if Chen Huangpi doesn't take his half of the soul from the Book of Souls, the ghost that seeks his life can only watch helplessly.

"Ah Gui, don't be so discouraged."

At this moment, Chen Huangpi flew over with a brass oil lamp.

He chuckled and said, "This time we killed a lot of gods, as well as those Golden Core puppets. I thought they were dead, but I didn't expect they still had souls. You'll definitely become even more powerful than you are now."

The ghost said helplessly, "That's true, but I'm the one who's supposed to be taking lives. These days I don't do anything productive and just spend all my time scheming. It feels really strange."

It has been following Chen Huangpi ever since.

He has only committed a handful of serious murders.

Most of the time it's: Ah Gui, what do you think?
"Ah Gui, this is called 'the capable should do more'!"

The brass oil lamp lazily said, "In good times, look to Huang Pi; in bad times, look to A Gui; and in desperate situations, look to me, Huang Er."

These words left Chen Huangpi and the Soul-Reaping Ghost speechless.

It's clearly a time of good fortune when we should be looking at Huang Er.

Because it has many strange and wonderful abilities.

Although they are sometimes unreliable and enjoy watching the drama unfold, they are indeed very useful.

"Let's go back to the capital."

……

At this moment.

In the capital, the patriarchs of powerful families already knew how the Great Kang Emperor had created a god.

As for Chen Huangpi's matter, the gods didn't have time to send a message.

"The gods who explored the imperial tombs are dead."

"When the life tablet is extinguished, death is a worthy death."

"As for those seven prominent families, let's merge them and send them to be made into gods."

"Also, keep a close eye on His Majesty and see what he does next."

……

In the palace, inside the Yangxin Hall.

Emperor Dakang looked very unhappy at this moment.

The guard Chen Yi knelt before him, his expression one of fear and unease.

“A petty thief has broken into my imperial mausoleum.”

"I am very unhappy."

Emperor Da Kang's voice was cold, and his eyes revealed a fierce glint.

He knew everything that happened inside the imperial tomb, things that others didn't know.

The powerful families sent people to break into the imperial tomb to investigate.

This was something he had planned to happen at this point in time.

Otherwise, how could the powerful families have known?

Those monks who were conscripted into the palace were castrated and sent to the imperial mausoleum.

On the surface, they were building an imperial mausoleum.

In reality, they are creating a god.

One wave after another, and through these undercover bodyguards who were luring people out, the information was passed on, drawing the powerful families into the scheme.

However, the plan was meticulous.

Emperor Da Kang never expected that Chen Huangpi would actually crawl out of the passage in the Yellow Springs Yin Soil.

Who exactly is this person?
all the time.

Emperor Dakang believed that Chen Huangpi was very likely from the Daqian Immortal Dynasty, just like the Taoists of the Jietian Sect.

Du Rugui's previous act of offering protection.

This further confirmed his belief.

It's highly likely that they are people from Bailingtian who came from the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty.

But now it seems that he underestimated Chen Huangpi.

"The Yellow Springs, the Yin Land, is a place where mortals mistakenly enter."

Emperor Dakang thought to himself, "If it weren't for my statue there, I probably would be just like the Five Clans and Seven Noble Families, unaware of the whole picture."

Recalling the scene when Chen Huangpi took away his idol.

And his conversation with that strange oil lamp.

Emperor Da Kang felt a strange sense of dread.

Ten Thousand Mountains, Abbot.

These were the only two words his idol heard that revealed the origin of the dried yellow peel.

The Ten Thousand Mountains are teeming with evil and strange creatures.

And the abbot...

What then is it?
The removal of the statue was not unacceptable to the Emperor of Dakang.

Because that was only a secondary option. In fact, if he dared to lead the noble families into the imperial mausoleum, he wasn't afraid that the statue would be destroyed.

What he's afraid of now is dried tangerine peel.

"Guanzhu, Guanzhu..."

Emperor Dakang kept muttering to himself, "Who exactly is the Abbot? The group of Taoists sent to the mortal realm by the Daqian Immortal Dynasty were from the Tai Sui Sect. I vaguely heard them mention the Abbot once."

"Could these two abbots be the same person?"

He couldn't understand it, he couldn't figure it out.

But in any case, Chen Huangpi, as a variable in his plan, had truly surprised him.

Fortunately, Emperor Da Kang did not initially plot against Chen Huangpi.

I have some ideas, but not now.

At this moment, Chen Yi, who had been kneeling before Emperor Da Kang, saw that the emperor had a furrowed brow and looked preoccupied. He suddenly spoke up and said, "Your Majesty, I will investigate this matter thoroughly and execute the thief who trespassed on the imperial tomb."

These words brought Emperor Da Kang's thoughts back to the present world.

The plan remains the same, and we'll proceed as before.

At worst, we can just avoid this dried yellow peel.

Thinking of this, the Emperor of Dakang feigned anger and said, "Kill! Kill them all! Chen Yi, take your men and go down there to investigate. Find out the truth. I want them dead!"

But at this point, his expression changed slightly, and he gritted his teeth, saying, "Wait..."

Chen Yi asked in confusion, "Does Your Majesty have any further instructions?"

"Stop investigating..."

Emperor Dakang took a deep breath, regained his composure, and said coldly, "I will allow myself to think about this matter some more. Right now, I have other matters to entrust to you."

"Your Majesty, please speak. I will gladly die ten thousand times over."

"What do you mean by 'ten thousand deaths'?"

Emperor Dakang shook his head and said, "You secret guards are my trusted confidants, not one of you can die. I want you to take some men to the imperial mausoleum, and also, summon some deities there, like this..."

After saying what he could only tell his trusted confidants.

Chen Yi feigned shock and immediately bowed, saying, "Your Majesty is truly a great ruler! Even if I were to die, it would be an honor for me to serve Your Majesty."

"Once I succeed, you will become the true gods of this earthly divine dynasty."

Emperor Dakang waved his hand and instructed, "Go, and make sure to get my business done before the earth turns upside down, otherwise I will have no choice but to resort to the selection method."

"Yes, Your Majesty!" (End of Chapter)