Weird Cultivation: I am the Yellow-skinned Taoist Master

The immortal is very powerful.

So powerful that unless one steps into this realm, no matter how much ordinary people yearn for it, they can never fathom just how powerful it truly is.

Immortals are strange.

It's strange that Chen Huangpi has no spiritual energy at all.

It seems like they are hiding their cultivation level, yet they can still manipulate time at will.

Moreover, they also kept a mount with two ferocious heads, and its speed was unprecedented in the lives of cultivators like Elder Feng.

That mount was also extremely powerful.

It seems like there's something wrong with his/her brain.

He actually called this immortal "father".

"You lowly cultivator, what kind of look is that?"

"How many times have I told you, Huangpi Dad isn't our biological father, he's our stepfather. Don't you know what the concept of first come, first served means?!"

"Yes, yes, you two are right."

Elder Feng and the other cultivators immediately bowed and paid their respects.

The golden and silver horns lying at Chen Huangpi's feet snorted disdainfully twice.

The cultivators of the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty are too rigid.

It's not as fun as the human world, nor as interesting as the Ten Thousand Mountains.

Old Feng hesitated and said, "Um... you two, actually we are not sword cultivators, we are alchemists from the Qingxiao Sect overseas. Although we have magic swords, we actually cultivate the Dao of Alchemy and refine alchemy techniques."

The alchemy they mentioned is actually one of the many cultivation methods in the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty.

There is no such realm as Nascent Soul.

Even if one becomes an immortal by cultivating the Golden Core and nurturing the primordial spirit, there will only be one Golden Core within one's body.

Its founder was also a great master who had reached the pinnacle of true immortality.

Unfortunately, by the time we reached this point, many years had already passed since the great changes in the world began.

After hastily passing on his lineage, he continued to devote himself to the great war against the immortal realm.

To this day, there has been no news of them.

"Oh? You know alchemy too?"

Chen Huangpi raised an eyebrow and said with a hint of pride, "What a coincidence! I know a little about alchemy."

He was personally acknowledged by his master as a genius in alchemy.

He can be considered a master in this field.

These cultivators, including Elder Feng, seem to have a good appreciative effect.

Moreover, he practices alchemy.

I wouldn't mind giving you some pointers.

Old Feng cupped his hands to Chen Huangpi and forced a smile, saying, "Senior Chen, you are joking. You are an immortal. If you only know a little about alchemy, then we have not even entered the door."

Chen Huangpi waved his hand and said, "You can't say that. A senior brother of mine warned me not to underestimate anyone. Besides, there's no such thing as seniority or juniority in alchemy."

"Tell me about your alchemy methods."

"Let's exchange ideas and share what we have."

"This……"

Old Feng hesitated for a moment. What did this immortal named Chen Huangpi mean?
Does he really want to discuss alchemy with us and the others?

Why do I always feel like this person's tone of voice is a little strange?

However, the person is an immortal.

We are just ordinary cultivators.

The method of alchemy is not some closely guarded secret; why not share it?

The cultivators of the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty do indeed retain the traditions of ancient cultivators.

Thinking of this, Old Feng took out the alchemy furnace.

Just a casual shot.

Then a shriveled pill the size of a soybean flew out.

Chen Huangpi reached out and took it, looking at Old Feng with some confusion.

Isn't this supposed to be an exchange of alchemical techniques?
Why did I get such a small pill?
Upon seeing this, the long-faced cultivator hurriedly explained, "Senior, you have an extraordinary background and are a true immortal. I imagine you usually use jade slips, but those things contain spiritual energy, and we are reluctant to use them."

"Therefore, they devised a method to record information using elixirs."

"You only need to take it, and you will know everything."

"Oh, that's how it is."

Chen Huangpi nodded and swallowed it whole without a second thought.

He wasn't worried at all about whether there was anything wrong with the pill.

Putting aside the fact that these cultivators don't seem like the kind of people who would do such a thing.

Just look at his own cultivation level.

It's not something like the Heavenly Poison Pill; you won't experience any discomfort if you take it.

Moreover, he does now have the ability to control time.

Backtracking can solve any problem.

As the pill was swallowed...

After the medicinal properties dissipated, a lot of information was absorbed by Chen Huangpi's stomach.

Many methods of alchemy came to mind.

then……

Chen Huangpi fell silent.

Why is it different from my own alchemy methods?

One furnace can refine hundreds of pills, each of which is pitifully small.

And its medicinal effects were maximized.

They can even use random, unrelated things to refine pills.

The alchemists of the Qingxiao Sect overseas not only follow a different path than their own, but are also completely different from the alchemy practices of the mortal world.

Try every possible way to save resources.

The alchemy method that Master Feng showed him included several core pill formulas from the Qingxiao Sect.

Although Chen Huangpi felt it couldn't compare to his own Seventy-Two Secret Elixir Explanations, it still had its merits.

But these core formulas...

Basically, 80% of the alchemy materials inside are annotated, suggesting that they be replaced with something else, and these annotations are constantly being added.

Chen Huangpi even saw it.

One of the main ingredients for a pill formula requires the mineral base that is associated with the Ten Directions Shadowless Gold.

But they kept replacing each other afterwards.

Eventually, it even became the core of the mountain's geological ley lines.

Then, they even removed the main material altogether.

In this way, the efficacy of the pill formula can still maintain 60% of the original effect, with only minor adjustments made to the proportions of other medicinal ingredients, the heat of refining, the refining method, and the time.

How did these people manage to do that?
"Haha, your alchemy methods are truly remarkable."

Chen Huangpi suddenly laughed three times: "As expected of the Qingxiao Sect from overseas, you are indeed masters of alchemy. Um, I would like to ask, there must not be many alchemy masters like you in the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty, right?"

"You flatter me, senior. You really flatter me."

Elder Feng and the other cultivators hurriedly waved their hands and said hastily, "Our Qingxiao Sect is just a small sect. Although we follow the path of alchemy, the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty has a vast territory and produces many outstanding people."

"We are truly unworthy of the title of master of alchemy."

"what?"

Chen Huangpi exclaimed in shock, "You guys aren't even considered masters of alchemy?"

The alchemy methods of the Qingxiao Sect have been explored in countless creative ways.

If it were him, he would feel a headache just thinking about it.

It's impossible to refine even a little bit.

Master Feng explained, “Six hundred years ago, I met a true master of alchemy in Jiuzhou. It is said that he could refine stones into elixirs. Compared to him, we are just apprentices who have just begun to understand the art.”

At this point, Old Feng seemed to remember something and quickly changed the subject.

It was directly transferred to Chen Huangpi.

"By the way, senior, you are also a master of alchemy."

"Compared to you, we are like ants compared to the blue sky, or fireflies compared to the bright moon."

Old Feng's words were not without ulterior motives; he was simply sincerely advocating for Chen Huangpi.

After all, courtesy is always welcome.

Chen Huangpi, however, was somewhat speechless.

His alchemy methods seem to be outdated.

Because of the scarcity of spiritual energy, the cultivators of the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty studied and refined the art of alchemy over and over again. If this had happened before the cataclysmic changes in the world, they would probably all be great masters of alchemy.

Only he, whose alchemy methods of collecting rare treasures from heaven and earth and reciting them by rote were completely unacceptable.

To be honest, Chen Huangpi felt that his reputation as a genius in alchemy was unfounded.

It seems a bit too moist...

"Ahem, I only know a little bit about it."

Chen Huangpi shamelessly said, "I don't specialize in alchemy; I specialize in swordsmanship."

After saying that, he casually made a gesture.

The Void-Piercing Divine Sword appeared out of thin air beside him, its blade trembling slightly and its sword energy humming.

The chilling sword intent that sent shivers down one's spine with just a glance caused the surrounding temperature to drop several degrees instantly.

This sword exudes an extremely strong killing intent.

goooo...

Elder Feng and the other cultivators swallowed hard, staring in utter terror at the demonic sword before them.

This demonic sword is covered with countless eyes.

Furthermore, there is a gap at the junction of the hilt and the blade, through which one can vaguely see the sharp, white teeth.

Is this a sword cultivator?

Is this an immortal?

This guy might be a demon...

"Your sword is truly extraordinary, senior. We admire it..."

Old Feng's heart trembled, and he forced a smile: "By the way, senior, we have important matters to attend to and need to rush to Jiuzhou. Now that you are awake, we will not disturb you any longer and will take our leave."

The others kept their heads down, not daring to meet Chen Huangpi's gaze.

There are demonic cultivators in the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty.

However, many years ago, those major sects joined forces to suppress and eliminate them. But cultivation is difficult, and there are always people who want to take shortcuts and cultivate by eating people.

These demonic cultivators dare not be exposed to the light, but if they were exposed to the light...

That must be a monstrous demon.

Chen Huangpi has now completed the renovation of the Xin Temple, and has grown quite a bit older.

He could naturally see through the thoughts of Elder Feng and other cultivators.

For a moment, I felt somewhat helpless.

"Dongxu, turn back to your original form, so as not to frighten them."

Upon hearing this, the Void-Piercing Divine Sword let out a sword cry at the cultivators with some displeasure. It had long since acquired sentience and could communicate simply with Chen Huangpi.

It can even detect the thoughts of these cultivators.

It is very unhappy.

But since Chen Huangpi had spoken, it naturally wouldn't disobey.

Therefore, it had no choice but to reluctantly transform itself back into the form that Yi Qingzhou had initially created.

It became a seemingly ordinary three-foot-long iron sword.

However, this scene was witnessed by everyone.

That was clearly a case of the devil accidentally revealing his secret and then trying to cover it up.

"I am not a demon!"

Chen Huangpi said angrily, "I know what you're thinking, but I'm a legitimate cultivator of the righteous path. Besides, hasn't the method of refining weapons changed in the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty yet?"

"Senior, what do you mean by that?"

Elder Feng and the others asked in trembling voices, "Are there any new changes in the methods of weapon forging?"

Chen Huangpi was at a loss for words.

When he was re-cultivating the Void Realm before.

He felt that he had trained very well, and that he was both majestic and domineering.

This is the kind of weapon-forging method he approves of, and it's the style he likes best.

And so the change of kendo occurred.

Chen Huangpi naturally felt that his method of refining weapons should replace the old method.

Judging from this, it seems that the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty has sealed itself off and has not been affected in the slightest.

Chen Huangpi said vaguely, "There are changes, huge changes, but you haven't felt them yet. Let me tell you, from now on, weapon forging will have to be all about being imposing and domineering."

"The previous methods of weapon forging were too outdated."

"Not innovative enough."

"I am an immortal, I would not lie to you."

"You don't need to worry that I'm a demon. Although many people call me that, once I explain the reasons to them, they stop saying that and they all know that I'm on the righteous path."

"If you feel there's a problem, then take my opinion as the standard."

"I'm calling you, didn't you hear me!"

Golden Horn grinned maliciously, "Now, immediately, declare that we are the righteous path!"

Silver Horn stuck out its blood-red tongue covered in barbs and licked its claws, its eight eyes filled with ill intent.

Elder Feng and the other cultivators were shaken.

He immediately clasped his hands in a respectful bow: "Yes, senior is the righteous one, we shall all follow your example."

"That's right."

Chen Huangpi stood up, dusted off his backside, and said with a smile, "In that case, let's get going."

On the road...

As expected, this demon still wanted to kill...

Old Feng felt a deep sense of desolation.

This wave can be described as full of twists and turns, with unexpected turns in the wind.

If I had known this would happen, I would have stayed far away from this dried yellow peel last night, even if it was too dangerous to move forward in the dark, and I wouldn't have touched a single bit of it.

Available in the next second.

Something unexpected happened to Mr. Feng.

"What are you still doing in that dilapidated temple? Aren't you going to Jiuzhou? Lead the way, I'll protect you..."

Hear this.

When Old Feng looked back, he saw that Chen Huangpi and the Golden Horn and Silver Horn had arrived outside the temple and were waving at him.

……

An hour later.

Heading to the boundless lands of Old State.

The alchemy team from the Qingxiao Sect overseas is on their way.

Chen Huangpi sat cross-legged on the back of Jinjiao and Yinjiao.

Elder Feng and other cultivators walked to the left and right.

Although it's called walking, the speed is actually very fast, almost as fast as a cultivator using a teleportation technique.

Chen Huangpi was toying with a pill in his hand.

This pill was given to him by Elder Feng and others. They said that after taking it, he would increase his leg strength, and one pill could last for a whole day. However, at night, he would have to take another pill to detoxify.

Yes, this elixir for traveling is poisonous.

"It doesn't taste good, it's a bit sour."

Chen Huangpi smacked his lips and said, "Besides, I didn't feel any increase in my leg strength."

“Senior, you are an immortal, and these pills are no longer of any use to you. If you do not like them, I do have some pills here that should still taste alright.”

"I like candied hawthorn berries, do you have candied hawthorn flavor?"

"No, but I can add some ingredients and immediately change the flavor to your liking."

"Give me a lot more, I'm starving, I haven't eaten for days."

Old Feng looked at Chen Huangpi with a strange expression.

This time it's time.

In fact, not only him, but the entire alchemy team understood it.

This dried yellow peel, I reckon, isn't some kind of demon at all.

Whose devil is acting like a teenager?

They acted on a whim, and in fact, they didn't do anything to them.

“I will protect you, and you will take me to the old state.”

Chen Huangpi told them this.

This person is a bit strange...

At this moment, Chen Huangpi continued to sort out his own thoughts.

The Great Qian Dynasty was too unfamiliar to him, and he was happy to have a group of people he found agreeable as his guides.

This also allows us to understand the current situation of the Great Qian Dynasty.

"The difference between night and day is so great."

Chen Huangpi recalled the gray fog and tides in the dark night, and always felt something inexplicably eerie.

It seems that this Great Qian Dynasty is very similar to my old temple in some ways.

Everything looks normal during the day.

At night, it completely changes.

Entering the gray fog tide is nothing more than entering the old world.
"And why was Silver Horn's ability able to be used in the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty...?"

Chen Huangpi frowned, his mind filled with doubt and speculation: "Could it be that my Great Qian Immortal Dynasty is connected to the Yellow Springs Yin Land? Or perhaps, this place is actually the Yellow Springs Yin Land?"

But that doesn't add up.

Although I don't know much about the Great Qian Dynasty.

But Chen Huangpi at least has its own Yellow Springs Yin Soil.

He could sense that the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty and the Yellow Springs Yin Land were completely different things.

To be precise, the Great Qian Dynasty was once a part of the human world.

It was simply sealed away by its uncle, detached from the human world and hidden in the void.

"If Huang Er were to wake up, that would be wonderful."

Chen Huangpi glanced down at the brass oil lamp hanging at his waist. Although the brass oil lamp had never been to the Great Qian Dynasty, it was, after all, a treasure of the Pure Immortal Temple and was familiar to the Taoists like Yi Qingzhou.

Now he has regained his memory.

Surely we can see some signs of it coming.

But don't know why.

After entering the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty, perhaps due to the gray mist vortex, he fainted as if he had been shaken to death, and the brass oil lamp was shaken so much that the wick still hasn't lit up.

It seems to have fallen into a deep sleep.

The vengeful spirit is also in a deep sleep.

Chen Huangpi looked at the Soul-Hooking Book.

The vengeful spirit remained encased in a cocoon formed from the moonlight.

It is still undergoing a transformation.

However, Chen Huangpi could sense that the aura of the Soul-Reaping Ghost was becoming stronger, and through the moonlight, he could see some distorted characters flowing on its skeletal body.

"Could it be my Yellow Heavenly Pardon Talisman?"

Chen Huangpi recalled a long time ago when he donned the skeletal body of the Soul-Reaping Ghost. As a result, the Five Organs Refining Spirit Technique and the Yin-Yang Harmony Transformation Spirit Technique operated wildly at the same time, making the Soul-Reaping Ghost truly become a piece of his skin.

However, if that's really the case, Chen Huangpi is genuinely happy for the ghost that's trying to take lives.

After all, the vengeful spirit was like a family member to him, like a brass oil lamp.

He's a brother who truly cares about him.

"Ah Gui is asleep, and Huang Er is also asleep."

Chen Huangpi sighed, "Golden Horn and Silver Horn are both loose-lipped and even more naive than me. It's hard for me to find anyone to talk to, someone to give me advice if I run into any trouble..."

At this point, Chen Huangpi couldn't continue.

He suddenly realized that something seemed to be missing from the Book of Souls.

To be precise, the fox mountain god who used to devise ideas on behalf of the vengeful spirits was missing...

Where is my fox mountain god?

Chen Huangpi's mind instantly swept over every corner of the Soul-Hooking Book.

The Book of Souls contains a coffin, Yi Qingzhou's head, a sword sheath, Uncle Chen Huang's severed finger, and many other random things...

But the fox mountain god was nowhere to be seen...

Chen Huangpi's mind went blank.

Where did that huge fox mountain god go?

"Golden Horn, Silver Horn, where is the Fox Mountain God?"

Chen Huangpi, distracted, hurriedly asked Jinjiao and Yinjiao.

Golden Horn and Silver Horn asked blankly, "Father Yellow Skin, didn't you put the Fox Mountain God into the Soul-Catching Book?"

"I……"

Chen Huangpi was stumped by the question.

Because he suddenly remembered the time when he was sucked into the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty.

It seems the fox mountain god is still unconscious.

At that time, he didn't even have the chance to add Golden Horn and Silver Horn to the Soul-Hooking Book, let alone the Fox Mountain God.

Only the brass oil lamp was lucky enough to be swept up in the gray fog tide along with him.

He couldn't remember anything after that.

They didn't even know how long they had been in the tide.

"No way, Yellow-skinned Daddy!"

Jinjiao exclaimed, "We only have that wretched fox who can come up with any decent ideas, and yet it's lost. Doesn't this mean the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty will be unable to move an inch?"

"Brother, what are you afraid of?"

Silver Horn exclaimed excitedly, "Even if it's not that vile fox, we still have Silver Horn! I can come up with ideas too!"

"That's it, it's completely over."

Jinjiao cried out in despair, "With your advice, we're not just stuck at a loss, it's like the heavens are going to destroy us!"

Just then, Old Feng looked over and asked, "Senior, have you lost any companions?"

"Not companions, but accomplices."

Silver Horn snorted and immediately corrected the problem.

Chen Huangpi frowned and said, "I have a family member who was swept up in the gray fog tide with me, but I don't know where they were swept away to."

"What is that person's cultivation level?"

"It's not human, it's a fox. It used to have the cultivation level of Nascent Soul, but later it only reached the Nascent Soul stage."

The Fox Mountain God was a deity before, and his strength was naturally equivalent to that of a Nascent Soul cultivator.

But after that, Chen Huangpi couldn't understand what happened to it.

His strength has remained at the Nascent Soul stage.

It's neither going up nor down, as stable as an old dog.

Old Feng shook his head and said, "Let alone Nascent Soul cultivators, even Deity Transformation or Tribulation Transcending cultivators would surely die if they were swept into the gray mist tide."

Within the gray mist tide resides an evil entity transformed from a deceased immortal.

There is also the sect where the immortal resided, and some incredibly strange phenomena that occurred before and after his death.

It seems like a secret realm, but it's more like a forbidden zone where there's no chance of survival.

Cultivators would never enter if it weren't for the spiritual energy.

Thinking of this, Elder Feng paused for a moment, then said, "However, the gray mist tide where you were before doesn't seem to be the same as what we know. Perhaps, the fox mountain god still has a glimmer of hope."

"The Fox Mountain God will not die."

Chen Huangpi said firmly, "It's very resilient. Even when its body is completely broken, it can still stay alive."

"You shall continue onward."

"I'm going to find the Fox Mountain God. Once I find him, I will catch up with you."

After saying that, Chen Huangpi patted the back of Golden Horn and Silver Horn.

The latter immediately let out a roar.

Immediately afterwards, it vanished from the sight of Elder Feng and the other cultivators at an extremely fast speed.

They looked at each other and saw the confusion in each other's eyes.

"Old Feng, that senior has passed away, what should we do?"

"What else can be done?"

Old Feng waved his hand and instructed, "Just go wherever you want. He's an immortal; how could we abandon him?"

"Besides, this senior, or rather this young man, doesn't seem to have any bad intentions."

"At least my old eyes couldn't see it."

"Let's keep going. When we get to Jiuzhou, we'll have to pay our respects to the Tai Sui Sect."

……

And the other side.

Golden Horn and Silver Horn raced wildly across the boundless land.

Silver Horn kept searching for the scent of the Fox Mountain God.

Fortunately, this son of the Di Ting can still exert its original abilities in the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty.

It doesn't take a while.

They immediately found the fox mountain god.

"It's right here in these mountains!"

Golden Horn opened its blood-red maw and roared like thunder: "You vile fox! Come out quickly, your grandpa, your second grandpa, and your yellow-skinned father are looking for you."

However, there was no response.

Silver Horn sniffed and buried his head directly in the ground.

It took a deep breath.

He poked his head out again, chewing on the mud mixed with gravel, and said, "It smells like urine, but it doesn't seem to be that vile fox's."

Chen Huangpi frowned, and three black rings instantly appeared on his index finger.

Move the black ring that represents the past.

In Chen Huangpi's eyes, a ceaselessly flowing river of time faintly appeared.

He also witnessed everything that had happened here in the past.

The three black rings gave Chen Huangpi the ability to influence time.

Let's turn back time.

The changes of these mountains day and night are fully displayed.

There was a gray fog tide.

An alarmingly violent aura was faintly emerging from it.

However, no image of the fox mountain god appeared.

In other words, we have to go back further.

One day, two days...

Going back a full year.

Chen Huangpi was then astonished to see the image of the fox mountain god.

A year ago, just like the strange gray mist tide that appeared when Chen Huangpi appeared, the unconscious Fox Mountain God was washed here.

The once glossy, silky-smooth fur has become dull and lackluster.

The fox mountain god's body was also badly damaged.

It was as if they had been attacked by something terrible when they entered the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty.

After the gray fog receded.

The fox mountain god lay on the ground, on the verge of death.

It looked around in terror, opened its mouth and shouted, "Chen Huangpi, Huang Er, Jinjiao and Yinjiao, where are you? Don't leave me alone, I'm scared!"

The fox mountain god trembled with fear.

Everything around it felt incredibly unfamiliar, and many terrifying presences lurked in the darkness.

And just then.

Suddenly, gray fog gathered in these mountains.

If the gray fog accumulates for too long, the so-called tide will turn into a raging torrent, and the terrifying entity hidden within will be revealed to the outside.

It only took the blink of an eye.

The fox mountain god then saw that the surroundings had completely changed.

A massive mountain gate appeared behind it.

Looking further into those mountains.

What do you mean by "several places"...?

It is clearly a fairyland surrounded by mountains, with green hills and clear waters.

ethereal and otherworldly...

Nestled among the mountains are Taoist temples, some hidden and some not.

The fox mountain god looked closely.

Then they saw a total of nineteen Taoist temples, scattered one above the other, and countless Taoists dressed in feathered robes flying through the air, moving among the temples.

goooo...

The fox mountain god swallowed hard and instinctively tried to back away.

It was terrified. Although it didn't know why this change had occurred, it was certain that there was danger.

But the fox mountain god retreated.

But then, unexpectedly, it was discovered that behind it was also the gate of that strange Taoist temple.

This is because they simply don't want it to leave.

And then……

Chen Huangpi then saw that the fox mountain god, upon retreating and touching the area of ​​the mountain gate, seemed to be bewitched, lost his mind, and walked in stiffly and awkwardly.

The scene before my eyes also became blurry.

"Order it for me!"

Chen Huangpi's second black ring on his index finger rotates.

He wanted to see clearly what had happened in the past, and he wanted to know what would happen to the Fox Mountain God after he went in.

but.

To Chen Huangpi's surprise,

The image didn't become clearer.

Instead, it turned completely black, and in that dark scene, a pair of blood-red eyes slowly emerged, giving him a ferocious and cold look.

That glance seemed to be a warning.

Then, the scene completely collapsed...

"It's an immortal..."

Chen Huangpi clenched his fists, his eyes filled with murderous intent, and said in a low voice, "There used to be a sect in this place. The immortals in it died and turned into evil spirits, which disappeared with the gray mist tide."

"Father Yellow Fur, did the Fox Mountain God go inside?"

"Um……"

Chen Huangpi's face looked extremely pale.

He had assumed that he and the brass oil lamps would spend quite some time in the gray fog after entering the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty.

But unexpectedly, the timing was completely different.

The Fox Mountain God had arrived in the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty a year ago and had fallen victim to the immortal's evil trick.

Now a year has passed.

They've probably already been completely devoured.

Upon seeing this, Jinjiao opened his mouth as if to say something, but he didn't know where to begin.

For some reason, it suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

Although the fox mountain god was cursed as a vile fox every day, he was still a member of the Pure Immortal Temple.

Before Chen Huangpi was at Jingxian Temple.

It could only stare blankly at the fox mountain god.

Otherwise, nobody would pay any attention to it.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Golden Horn sobbed sadly, "If only I had known, if only I hadn't called it a vile fox. Yellow-skinned father, I feel so choked up. Is it because Silver Horn is eating dirt that I'm feeling sick?"

"Brother, you're slandering me again. I haven't even swallowed my anger yet."

Silver Horn spat out the mud in his mouth and said foolishly, "That scoundrel fox got into that gray mist tide. We can just go in tonight and rescue it."

"It's been over a year, what can we do to save it? Save its ashes?"

"A little over a year is not long."

Silver Horn muttered, "I can sleep for hundreds of years in one go, it's not even a nap."

The two brothers are the sons of Di Ting.

Nature's concept of time is different from others.

Chen Huangpi patted Jinjiao's head and said, "Master said that the Fox Mountain God's destiny is not in the human world, but in this Great Qian Immortal Dynasty. You don't need to be sad. It's very tough and won't die so easily."

Golden Horn nodded blankly: "The evil spirit inside is an immortal. Can we defeat it?"

Chen Huangpi said, "It's not a question of whether I can win or not, it's that I want to smash it to dust!"

The immortals were actually far more powerful than Chen Huangpi had previously imagined.

Because only when you truly reach this level can you achieve this.

Only then can one truly appreciate how terrifying that ability to influence time is.

Even today, dried tangerine peel can still affect the passage of time.

Besides being able to freeze time.

You can also continuously revisit your own state.

In other words, the depleted vital energy and injuries can be restored immediately.

As long as his mind can withstand it.

It's safe to say that no immortal could possibly kill him.

Of course, the other party is the same.

The Buddhas of the Central Buddhist Kingdom were actually in this realm, but their heads had all been cut off. In addition, Chen Huangpi at that time had the status of the Buddha in this life, so he could naturally suppress them.

Otherwise, it would have been impossible to achieve such a one-sided massacre.

It should be noted that back then, the ferrymen manipulated time, forcing Chen Huangpi to forcibly activate the sword shadow within the Void Divine Sword, and with the help of the Life-Taking Ghost summoning the projection of the Naihe Bridge, he managed to escape a calamity.

A true immortal is one who is extremely powerful.

Fortunately, Chen Huangpi is now an immortal.

He is stronger than ordinary immortals.

With the addition of the Six Yin Divine Body after Nightfall, it might truly be able to achieve invincibility below the True Immortal level, just like before.

If we use some external force...

He would kill even true immortals without hesitation.

Thinking of this, Chen Huangpi simply sat cross-legged at the spot where the fox mountain god had disappeared, corresponding to that mountain gate.

Then he activated the third black ring.

The third black ring represents the future.

Yi Qingzhou, with his severed hand, possessed the ability to learn techniques in the future and then send them back to the present; Chen Huangpi can do the same now.

He began to continue practicing the secret technique within the Void-Piercing Divine Sword, and at the same time, he began to organize his own power.

Buzz! ! ! !

The Void-Piercing Divine Sword emitted a sharp sword cry.

Sensing the restless killing intent in Chen Huangpi's heart, it simply tore off its disguise, revealing its ferocious and terrifying sword blade, staring fiercely into the mountains.

"Don't rush, wait until dark, then I... no, I will use you to slay the immortals!"

Chen Huangpi stroked the sword, and his aura grew increasingly sharp.

It was like a sword poised to strike, ready to be drawn at any moment.

He practiced the method of forging the life sword with the foundation of the Dao frantically in the future. Although he was somewhat mentally exhausted, he went from the beginner stage to the master stage in a short period of time.

Yi Qingzhou is a swordsmanship genius.

He, Chen Huangpi, is actually the same. (End of Chapter)