Weird Cultivation: I am the Yellow-skinned Taoist Master

Although the Great Qian Dynasty had no sun or moon.

However, the distinction between night and day is very clear.

When the gray fog rises into the sky, it is daytime.

When the gray fog falls, night falls.

In the valley.

Golden Horn and Silver Horn lay on the ground, one head looking up at the sky, and the other looking around.

Silver Horn can still use the abilities of the Child of Listening.

Therefore, it serves as a warning and protector for Chenhuangpi.

Meanwhile, Jinjiao kept staring at the thick, dark fog that stretched across the sky like a continuous cloud.

"Why is there gray fog in the sky, while the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty is still so bright?"

A strange thought popped into Jinjiao's mind: "Could there be a sun secretly shining above that gray fog? If so, does that sun taste sour or sweet?"

It just kept thinking randomly.

I kept thinking about how wisps of gray mist gradually descended from the sky, and even when my saliva formed a small stream on the ground, I still couldn't figure it out.

And just then.

With a loud clang!
Chen Huangpi suddenly opened his eyes, and a sword-like sound suddenly arose from within his body.

The illusory image of the river of time reflected in my eyes slowly dissipated.

The Void-Piercing Divine Sword was in sync with his mind and immediately emitted a joyful hum.

"It's finally done."

Chen Huangpi stood up and gripped the Void-Piercing Divine Sword tightly.

As I looked around, I could hear the whistling of sword energy passing by.

Looking at Chen Huangpi, Jinjiao and Yinjiao felt a stinging pain in their eyes, as if the person standing in front of them was not a person, but a sword.

A sword of the Dao, its edge unforged and born of nature!
That feeling gave them goosebumps all over.

It's as if Chen Huangpi could kill them on the spot with just one sword strike.

"Don't be afraid, I have mastered the ultimate secret technique of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion."

With a thought, Chen Huangpi completely concealed his aura and exclaimed, "It took me more than two years to cultivate from the Great Completion to the Perfection realm. This swordsmanship is extraordinary; even I almost failed."

The sword of destiny is forged from the foundation of the Dao.

Drawing a sword inevitably leads to killing.

This swordsmanship was the most extreme swordsmanship Chen Huangpi had ever seen.

It's likely that within the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, only Yi Qingzhou and his parents would know this.

When Chen Huangpi was still in the human world, he had already begun to understand the basics of swordsmanship and could be considered to have entered the field. It only took him three days to go from beginner to master.

It can progress from the initial stage to the state of perfection.

Chun Chun achieved this little by little through persistent and meticulous effort.

This has little to do with great perseverance.

What we're looking for is that decisive, all-or-nothing resolve of drawing a sword and fighting to the death.

Moreover, after achieving great success, every time one makes progress in cultivation, one will be subjected to this kind of test of will.

Any hesitation will immediately cause a drop in cultivation level, and no matter what level one has reached, one will have to retreat to the entry level and start cultivating from scratch.

After nine attempts, there is no possibility of success.

To be honest, Chen Huangpi's willpower wasn't strong enough to be that strong.

Because he has too many tricks up his sleeve.

He wasn't exactly a pure swordsman; the sword was just one of his methods.

He failed to reach the perfect state in his first eight attempts.

On his last occasion, he had a sudden inspiration and used Taiyizi's method of "I observe my sword as I observe myself".

He merged with the Void Divine Sword, becoming one with it.

He then pressed on and mastered the secret technique to perfection.

Actually, it's more accurate to say that the dried tangerine peel has been processed.

It would be more accurate to say that the Void-Piercing Divine Sword helped him achieve his cultivation.

"No wonder this swordsmanship is the most core secret technique of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion."

Chen Huangpi clicked his tongue in amazement: "Such extreme swordsmanship is something that ordinary people simply cannot master. If it weren't for the Void-Piercing Divine Sword, I probably could only have mastered it when I was possessed by a demon."

In his demonic state, he is indifferent to these barriers.

Aside from his master's "Flowers in the Mirror and Moon in the Water" technique, he could instantly master any other method and even develop it to a level more powerful than the original.

This demonstrates just how outstanding Yi Qingzhou's talent was in swordsmanship.

At this moment, Golden Horn called out, "Yellow-skinned Father, when are we going to save that unlucky fox?"

"It's now."

With a thud.

Chen Huangpi flicked the blade of the Dongxu Sword with his finger and looked at the gray mist descending from the sky around him.

The gray fog, though seemingly ethereal, was actually quite substantial, converging as it fell to the ground like flowing water.

It quickly formed a river.

The river rises and falls, and the water gathers and flows, forming the gray fog and tides.

And this moment.

Chen Huangpi was located at the very center of this gray fog tide.

A mountain gate appeared before him.

Through the mountain gate, he saw the Taoist temples scattered among the mountains.

Chen Huangpi's expression turned cold.

His appearance remained unchanged, but his demeanor was completely transformed.

The Taoist robe he was wearing had also transformed into a pure black robe.

In his eyes, the phantom image of a bright, clear moon appeared.

If the brass oil lamp were to wake up at this moment.

Given its keen interest in Chen Huangpi, it immediately noticed that the illusory image of the bright moon in Chen Huangpi's eyes during his Six Yin God state was clearer than it had been at the beginning.

It's just like……

It's as if this phantom is gradually transforming into the real bright moon.

The evil eye that Chen Huang had always carried on his body opened at this moment.

The evil eye moved to the space between the eyebrows.

It perfectly covered the original gold and black vertical stripes.

The Great Qian Dynasty is no ordinary mortal realm.

There are indeed many beings here who are close to the Tao.

Chen Huangpi didn't want anyone to notice anything amiss.

"So this was the dantian world of the immortal in his previous life."

Chen Huangpi's evil eye between his brows saw through all illusions. Without the slightest fear, he stepped directly into the bizarre world within the gray mist tide.

The moment I went in.

A bizarre sense of déjà vu washed over me.

He turned his head to look at the mountain gate he had entered through.

All that could be seen outside the mountain gate was darkness, which quickly engulfed the gate until it was no longer visible.

Golden Horn's eyes widened: "Yellow-skinned father, why does this look so much like our old Guan?"

Silver Horn said, "Brother, you can enter and exit the old temple at the same time. But the gate to that ghostly place is gone, so it's definitely not the old temple."

"Are you stupid? If the old building belonged to you, would you leave the door open for people to leave?"

"Why not?"

Silver Horn tilted his head and said, "If there's no way out, can it still be called an old place? Once it's light, no one can get out."

And just then.

Suddenly...

The brass oil lamp hanging from Chen Huangpi's waist trembled slightly.

The wisps of gray mist around them suddenly flowed into the lamp body.

Chen Huangpi swept his evil eyes across the room.

Then they saw the gray mist merging into the oil inside the brass lamp.

The golden lamp oil was soon mixed with fine gray threads.

But that's all.

The brass oil lamp did not wake up as a result.

It did not continue to absorb the gray fog.

"Yellow-skinned dad, what's wrong with this damn lamp? Is it faking its death?"

Why pretend to be dead?

Chen Huangpi shook his head and said, "I can't say for sure what its condition is, but I have a feeling that it should wake up soon. Perhaps it is related to the gray fog of the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty."

The source of the gray fog was unknown.

At the very least, Chen Huangpi felt that this gray fog did not seem to be something that had appeared in the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty due to some kind of anomaly.

It looks more like it was man-made.

But it's just like what the Golden Horn and Silver Horn were saying.

The gray mist, combined with the immortal's dantian world, are two completely different things coming together.

It really does sound like the old-fashioned style.

Take a step forward.

Chen Huangpi used his teleportation ability to instantly appear at the entrance of a Taoist temple nestled among the mountains.

This Taoist temple has no connection with the Jingxian Temple.

"A Gourd of Superior Quality".

Chen Huangpi looked up and glanced at the plaque above the Taoist temple.

This was the name this place used to have.

And just then.

A rustling sound came from behind the door.

It was the voice of a somewhat immature child: "Who is it, making a fuss at the entrance of my Taoist temple?"

As they were speaking, the gate of the Taoist temple was opened.

Then a Taoist boy, about five or six years old, with two topknots sticking out, poked his head out.

But his head had just poked out.

Having been prepared, Golden Horn grinned maliciously and slapped him across the face.

But when he slapped the target, he hit nothing.

The young Taoist seemed oblivious to Golden Horn and Silver Horn, and only addressed Chen Huangpi, asking, "Who are you? Why are you visiting so late at night? Could you perhaps be an old friend of my master?"

Chen Huangpi said, "So what if it is?"

This little Taoist boy is a bit strange.

It doesn't exist at all; it's more like a phantom.

The young Taoist said, "If it were an old friend of my master, I would naturally serve tea and water, and offer pastries and fruits as a sign of respect. However, my master is in seclusion refining a treasure and may not be able to come out to see me in time. We will have to wait a while."

"When?"

"Wait until dawn."

The young Taoist priest had an innocent and adorable face, and his smiling appearance showed no sign of anything sinister.

But this shouldn't be taken seriously.

This place does indeed have some similarities to the old one. If we wait until dawn, we might really be trapped inside and die.

Besides, Chen Huangpi isn't here as a guest.

He simply stated directly, "I am not an old friend of your master, but your master's enemy."

But no sooner had he finished speaking than...

The young Taoist boy's eyes immediately lit up: "If he is an enemy, then we should treat him with even more courtesy. Brother, please come with me into the temple. My master is at a critical point in his seclusion. If we just kill him and go in, we can make him suffer a qi deviation and die."

"Your master treated you very badly, why do you hate him so much?"

"No, my master is very good to me."

The young Taoist priest laughed and said, "But if he doesn't die, how can I inherit the superior gourd temple?"

"Therefore, I cannot rest easy until he dies."

After saying this, the young Taoist opened the door wide, stretched out his hand, and gestured for the doorman to come in.

Chen Huangpi chuckled.

He pointed a finger at the young Taoist boy's forehead.

Then, the latter turned into gray mist and dissipated.

"Do I need you to invite me in?"

Chen Huangpi sneered, "Sneaky tricks, trying to mislead me with just a few words, it's utterly laughable."

His wicked eyes had already seen through this young Taoist boy.

This is a fake.

It doesn't even qualify as evil, let alone ghosts.

It's probably a trick used by the immortal who turned into an evil spirit after his death to deceive us.

Of course, even if it isn't.

Chen Huangpi didn't care at all.

He came here to do only two things.

First, find the fox mountain god.

Secondly, they killed the evil spirit that the immortal had transformed into.

He couldn't be bothered with anything else.

Silver Horn twitched his nose: "There's the stench of that wretched fox's urine here. It must have been brought here, but it wasn't as brave as us. It was so scared that it peed itself."

Chen Huangpi remained silent and simply walked into the Taoist temple.

The further you go in, the more bizarre the things you see along the way seem.

Many Taoist robes were scattered on the ground.

There was no corpse inside the Taoist robe, only some dust.

“Those cultivators said there was spiritual energy in the gray mist tide, but I didn’t sense it.”

Chen Huangpi stepped into the main hall of the Taoist temple.

The main hall was about four or five zhang high, but very long and narrow on both sides, allowing one to walk for over a hundred paces.

There was a strange shelf on the altar.

There are withered roots and stems entwined on this shelf.

Further down there was a mummified corpse dressed in a Taoist robe.

The mummified corpse's posture was somewhat eerie.

His head tilted back and folded behind him.

His hands were forming a strange mudra.

It was as if a mysterious ritual was being performed before death.

Apart from this mummified corpse, there was nothing else in the entire hall, not even the Taoist robes that were usually seen outside.

"Is this the immortal's corpse?"

Chen Huangpi sensed some unusual energy emanating from the mummified corpse.

He must have been an immortal in his previous life.

At this moment, a childish voice rang out: "Brother Dao has good eyesight, but this is not the master you want to kill."

As soon as he finished speaking, the young Taoist boy walked in from outside the door.

They were also carrying tea and fruit.

Judging from this, it seems they really want to entertain Chen Huangpi.

The golden and silver horns instantly bristled, letting out a deafening roar.

"You brat, what are you pretending for!"

"If you anger this old man, believe me, I'll make sure you can't even remain a phantom!"

"Yes, Second Master, I'm going to eat your dilapidated Taoist temple! I won't leave you a single brick or a single broken tile."

The young Taoist boy remained silent, only staring intently at Chen Huangpi.

Chen Huangpi, however, was too lazy to pay attention to the young Taoist boy.

Kids are so annoying.

They are not nearly as obedient and sensible as I was when I was a child.

Thinking of this, Chen Huangpi reached out his hand towards the immortal's corpse, wanting to examine it carefully.

But this touch...

The corpse then fell apart on the spot with a loud crash.

"He is an immortal, but not the one I want to kill."

Chen Huangpi lifted the corpse's head.

Some hairs still remained on its head, but they were sparse like withered grass and turned to ash at the slightest touch.

To Chen Huangpi's surprise,

The top of the immortal's head was open.

It looked as if something had tried to crawl out of his body but couldn't find a way out, so it had to forcefully open his skull.

Here, Chen Huangpi is unable to rewind to the past through the first black ring.

Because he could sense that the being in the superior gourd temple within this gray mist tide was using its power to muddy the waters of the past.

This place is said to resemble the old appearance.

In reality, it is indeed the dantian world of immortals.

Here, the dried yellow peel is indeed suppressed.

However, the other two black rings remained unaffected.

At this moment, the young Taoist boy suddenly said, "Your arrival so late at night is a rare visitor. If you have any doubts, why not ask me?"

Hear this.

Chen Huangpi then turned around leisurely and said calmly, "I have a friend named Fox Mountain God. A year ago, it wandered into this place by mistake. Are you aware of this?"

This young Taoist boy is just an illusion.

Even if it wanted to harm itself, it simply couldn't.

This is the only way they can say things that seem plausible but are actually false.

The young Taoist priest suddenly realized, "So you came here for that fox, I thought..."

"What do you think you are?"

"I thought they were after my master."

The young Taoist boy said with a grin, "There are nineteen of these superior gourd temples, and each temple has an immortal in it. The temple at the very top is where my master is."

"As for the fox, it did come in a year ago."

"It's very mysterious."

"It's like a naturally born spiritual creature."

"Moreover, it also contains an incredibly mysterious energy within its body."

"Such a spiritual creature, I originally wanted to persuade it to leave, but unfortunately my master took a liking to the energy within it. I dared not say anything more, nor did I dare to provide any assistance. I suppose it should have been refined by my master by now."

At this point, the young Taoist took three steps toward Chen Huangpi, and after three steps he was in front of him, and laughed loudly: "Although it is not what I thought, the result is the same."

"Since you wish to take revenge, then please kill my master." "Go ahead, I'll lead the way."

"Interesting, really interesting."

Chen Huangpi asked, "What's your name?"

The young Taoist replied, "My name is Baichang, the 'Bai' in 'one, ten, hundred, thousand,' and the 'Chang' in 'heart-stirring.'"

"That's a really awful name."

Chen Huangpi ran his fingertips through the young Taoist boy's head, making a stroking motion, and asked curiously, "Aren't you afraid that I'll go berserk and kill you too?"

The young Taoist priest was stunned, then said seriously, "You can't kill me, because I'm already dead."

“You are an immortal, you have a physical form.”

“There were immortals who tried to kill me, but they couldn’t.”

"What a good kid."

Chen Huangpi said, "When I was your age, I was also very well-behaved and never lied. People called me the Honest Young Master. Putting myself in your shoes, I really can't trust you."

"Putting yourself in my shoes, shouldn't you trust me more?"

The young Taoist looked at Chen Huangpi with a puzzled expression.

This seemingly honest young man doesn't appear to be honest at all.

"I'll believe you once I kill your master."

Chen Huangpi laughed and said, "Go ahead, lead the way. I want to see if your superior gourd temple is really as winding and breathtaking as it seems."

The young Taoist priest fell silent.

For some reason, it suddenly felt a sense of fear.

The person in front of me is strange, indescribably eccentric.

Despite being only at the level of an immortal, he seemed to have the air of someone who could kill whomever he wanted.

However, it hesitated for only a moment before waving its hand forward: "Please follow me."

The young Taoist priest led the way.

Meanwhile, the Golden Horn and Silver Horn let out low growls in agitation.

Golden Horn said, "Yellow Skin Father, this brat never tells the truth, and there's not even a trace of his aura. What if he tries to trick us?"

"That's right, Father Yellow Skin, why don't we just kill it?"

Silver Horn snapped a thigh bone in half with a snap and swallowed it whole. Eating felt so good. He thought back to the miserable days he spent guarding the gate of the Sutra Repository.

It's better to stay with Huangpi Daddy; there's plenty to eat and drink, and you don't have to use your brain.

"Don't worry, I know what's going on."

Chen Huangpi patted Jinjiao's head and said to Yinjiao with disdain, "The essence of those bones has been sucked dry. You'd be better off eating dirt than eating that. At least you could squeeze out some flavor from it."

"Then I'll try."

As Silver Horn spoke, he stuck out his tongue and licked the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust which he then put into his mouth.

I must say, it actually tastes pretty good.

I don't even feel choked when gnawing on bones anymore.

And so, led by the young Taoist boy, Chen Huangpi and Jinjiao and Yinjiao traversed through the nineteen well-arranged superior gourd temples.

Silver Horn also took some food and some money.

These nineteen superior gourd-shaped temples were indeed as the young Taoist boy had described.

Every Taoist temple contains the corpse of an immortal.

Some were seated cross-legged, while others crawled towards the outside of the hall; in short, there were all sorts of postures.

The only thing they have in common is...

The skulls of these immortals were all opened.

Something popped out from inside.

Chen Huangpi asked, "How did those immortals die?"

The young Taoist said, "It was Master who killed them. When the world changed, the skin on Master's body became sentient as if it were alive. Master was terrified, so he practiced the Corpse Dissolution Technique, but who knew he would become an evil being."

"The master who crawled out of that human skin was covered in blood, and everyone was afraid of him."

"Doesn't anyone want to run away?"

Chen Huangpi was very curious. That being was just an evil being transformed from an immortal. Even if it became more terrifying after becoming an evil being, there were still eighteen immortals here.

If we can't win, can't we at least run away?

The young Taoist priest said in a low voice, "No one can get out. The world has changed. The entire Shangpin Gourd Temple has been incorporated into the Dantian world by Master and the others in order to survive this great calamity."

"After Master became an evil being, he put on human skin and acted just like everyone else. Everyone thought he was cured and that he had found a way to get rid of becoming an evil being."

"Or rather, that's the only way to think about it, because the dantian world is entangled together, just like that gourd vine, and they can't be separated at all."

"Although there were immortals on guard, Master did not do evil at first."

"Until a gray fog descended from the sky."

"The world of the dantian is tainted by gray mist. During the day, it rises into the sky and remains hidden from the world, while at night it descends to the earth, waiting for someone like you to come to its door."

According to the young Taoist boy's description.

Chen Huangpi roughly understood what the other person was talking about.

When the young Taoist's master was about to transform into an evil being, he practiced some kind of corpse-dissolving technique, then donned his own human skin, and for some reason did not begin to eat people.

But when the gray fog appeared, everything changed.

All the Taoist priests had their spiritual energy drained by that thing.

The eighteen immortals could not escape their fate.

It parasitizes them, devouring them completely, one by one, from the inside out.

However, this is only the young Taoist's side of the story.

Chen Huangpi listened to it as just a story.

"Were those people killed horribly?"

Why do you ask that?

"Because I have another friend named Huang Er, who loves to burn cultivators. If the Taoists of your superior gourd temple die tragically, I think I'll have more to talk about when I tell him about it."

“It’s tragic…”

The young Taoist priest walked ahead, his eyes showing a hint of hesitation.

It grew increasingly afraid of the person behind it.

It feels like he's even more sinister than his master.

This isn't the kind of evil that's deliberately staged or faked.

Rather, it's as if that's what the other person is thinking, which is why they say that.

Ironically, after saying it, they didn't realize how shocking their words were.

Sudden……

A hand landed on the young Taoist boy's shoulder.

"Your master is in seclusion just ahead. What, are you backing down? Are you scared?"

The young Taoist boy felt a non-existent contact on his shoulder, stiffly turned his head, and forced a smile at Chen Huangpi: "After all, it is my master, and it has turned into an evil spirit and eaten so many immortals, of course I am afraid."

Chen Huangpi blinked the evil eye between his eyebrows and said with a smile, "Yes, if I were you, I would definitely be scared too. Fortunately, I'm all grown up now, sixteen or seventeen years old."

"Will I not be afraid when I grow up? Then I want to grow up quickly too."

"No, growing up has nothing to do with not being afraid."

Chen Huangpi scoffed, "Besides, what's the point of you growing up? Does your family have a throne to inherit?"

He claims he is not afraid of this evil.

It's because he wasn't human; he was the emperor of the supernatural.

What evil is more sinister than this?
In other words, the Heart Temple is now closed, and the radiant light cannot be released; otherwise, that so-called master would not even be able to do anything evil.

There are two kinds of evil.

One type is that it transforms into something evil after death.

The other is the evil that arises from heaven and earth.

With a flash of light, they will return to their former state; those who deserve to die will die, and those who should return to heaven and earth will return to heaven and earth.

The radiant light is both a blessing and a punishment.

The young Taoist priest stared blankly at Chen Huangpi.

The Taoist temple where my master was in seclusion was just one door away; I could go in as soon as I pushed the door open.

But it felt a little afraid and a little regretful.

I regret bringing this person along.

It had a strange intuition that the situation was now in this person's hands.

But what gives someone in the realm of immortals such confidence?
Just then, Golden Horn sniffed and said with some apprehension, "Father Yellow Skin, there's a strong smell of blood inside."

"There is still someone breathing."

Silver Horn's limbs sank into the ground as he growled, "Not just one, there are many, densely packed, like the sound of my brother and I urinating into the Yellow Springs."

The young Taoist boy said, "Master has eaten many people, and those people have been absorbed into his human skin. With each breath, they flow like the tide."

As he spoke, the young Taoist priest looked at Golden Horn and Silver Horn with a strange expression.

But why can this noise, this strange thing, be heard?
It had heard that there was a kind of being in the Yellow Springs underworld named Di Ting, who could know everything in the world and was the first Yama King.

The son of Di Ting is the darling of the Yin Earth. He runs to the Yellow Springs, and after running around the Yellow Springs once, he will grow into adulthood.

Upon reaching adulthood, the bloodline of the Child of the Di Ting will be fully activated.

His strength even reached the realm of True Immortal.

Upon closer inspection, this strange creature with two heads and covered in gold and silver patterns did not match the legendary Son of Di Ting at all.

The son of Di Ting is handsome and ferocious.

This strangeness is more like two different entities forcibly pieced together.

Half of them are evil and the other half are aliens.

It's bizarre and strange, hard to describe.

Chen Huangpi noticed the young Taoist's confusion and grinned, saying, "Don't think about it. They are the children of Di Ting."

The young Taoist boy trembled.

Chen Huangpi, however, was too lazy to waste any more words with it.

He kicked open the gate of the Taoist temple.

There was a bang.

The gate of the Taoist temple burst open instantly.

Then, what came into view was an incredibly horrifying scene.

Blood was flowing everywhere on the ground.

The blood was incredibly hot, and within it, one could vaguely see ferocious faces moving about.

Chen Huangpi looked in the direction of the blood.

Then they saw that the blood was seeping out from the main hall of the Taoist temple.

At this moment, the main hall was constantly writhing.

It seemed to be alive, emitting faint breathing sounds.

The voice was different from the one Silver Horn had described.

It wasn't the sound of urine washing over a river.

Instead, there were countless faces in that hall, their breaths rustling as their blood flowed.

This sound can only be noticed by carefully listening to the sound of one's own breathing.

The young Taoist priest's face turned deathly pale.

Chen Huangpi said, "Your master is in seclusion inside, right?"

"Yes……"

The young Taoist priest's face turned pale, but he said fiercely, "My master is at a critical moment and has no time to care about anything else. With your strength, you can kill him."

"But be careful of the blood on the ground."

"This thing must not be touched."

"Also, the fox should be inside him; killing it will allow us to remove it."

But before it could finish speaking...

Chen Huangpi then stepped on the blood.

The surrounding blood immediately boiled and became extremely hot. The hideous faces in the blood seemed to be enraged, and they lunged at Chen Huangpi, slick with blood.

However, all the faces had just arrived at Chen Huangpi's side.

Then it let out a painful, silent wail.

Crimson flames burst forth and burned between the brows of these faces.

Once the flames appeared, they spread like oil being poured on a raging fire.

This is the evil fire of Chixie.

Chen Huangpi has now completed his Xin Temple; in terms of strength, he is a true immortal.

In the darkness of night, he manifested in the form of the Six Yin Gods.

Therefore, this evil fire was much more powerful in his hands than before.

Then he stomped his foot again.

The phantom of a towering demonic tree appeared behind him.

The canopy of that demonic tree blocked out the sky and the sun.

The shadows directly enveloped the nineteen superior gourd-shaped temples.

Click...

The crown of the magic tree split open with many cracks.

Within its enormous eyes, the illusory image of a bright, clear moon was reflected.

The night is my eyes, the moon is my pupils.

The roots of the demon tree spread out and immediately absorbed the blood, turning it into nutrients.

The ground became incredibly clean.

Chen Huangpi had a cold expression, while the Golden Horn and Silver Horn roared menacingly beside him.

It truly possesses an indescribable aura of power.

The writhing Taoist temple suddenly shrank back.

next second!
The walls and gates of the Taoist temple burst open with a loud bang.

A human skin that looked as if it had been inflated by air came into view.

This human skin looks like a pig's bladder.

The skin is a dark yellow color, and you can see the blood vessels inside through the skin. It is empty inside, with countless faces wandering around inside.

This is a complete human skin.

As the human skin ascends into the air, the position of its face, which it had in life, shifts downwards.

Chen Huangpi saw a hideous face that was completely unrecognizable from its original appearance, because the face was also stretched open.

His eyes were tightly closed, and his nostrils, ears, and mouth were all sewn shut.

This is the wicked immortal who bewitched and abducted the Fox Mountain God.

Chen Huangpi remembered the aura emanating from him very clearly.

"Gourd, gourd, I'm so worried."

A ferocious voice came from the mouth of the human skin.

And it has a pair of blood-red eyes, looking at Chen Huangpi through its eyelids.

Golden Horn snarled, "Yellow-skinned father, it has the aura of the Fox Mountain God within it!"

Silver Horn said, "Not only that, there's also a gourd."

"Gourd, gourd, only in, never out!"

Greed, anger, and ignorance!

"Refine the gourd! Refine the gourd!"

That eerie, insane roar came from a huge gourd spinning inside a transparent sac. When the gourd opened, a sea of ​​blood gushed out.

A terrifying suction force instantly enveloped Chen Huangpi.

It was as if they wanted to directly collect him into the gourd and refine him into a part of the gourd.

Now let's look at the Golden Horn and Silver Horn.

To their horror, the two creatures discovered that their bodies were becoming light and airy.

It's as if it's about to transform into something else.

"Certainly!"

Chen Huangpi's fingertips represent the current rotation of the black ring, and the power of time freezes everything around them.

If one is not an immortal, one will inevitably be unable to escape the influence of this ability.

The eerie immortal wearing a gourd in human skin was unaffected.

The young Taoist boy was the same.

Chen Huangpi's eyes were cold and indifferent. He had no intention of wasting words with this evil creature. With a wave of his hand, the Void-Piercing Divine Sword instantly appeared in his hand.

He made a gesture as if drawing a sword.

He had never yet used the secret technique of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, the method of forging a life sword with the foundation of the Dao.

It's a good opportunity to test its power.

All the light in Chen Huangpi's eyes disappeared.

His aura was frantically suppressed.

Then, a sharp, clanging sound of a sword being drawn from its sheath rang out.

A flash of sword light!
The human skin was slashed open on the spot!

Immediately afterwards, the sea of ​​blood surged down like a river hanging from the sky.

A creature covered in blood and without skin, clutching a huge yellow gourd, glared at Chen Huangpi with intense resentment before plunging headfirst into the mountains.

Boom! ! ! !

The earth is shaking!!
At this moment, all nineteen superior gourd-shaped temples came to life.

Or rather, the mountain itself started to move.

The nineteen superior gourd-shaped temples were actually located in the mountain that had been transformed from the remains of the immortal.

And just then.

The young Taoist priest appeared silently behind Chen Huangpi at some point, and reached forward with both hands, placing them on the top of his head.

It grabbed hard, trying to tear off its scalp and fur.

Just like we used to do.

However, it remained completely still...

"Have you had enough trouble?"

The young Taoist's pupils contracted, and he immediately tried to flee.

But then, a strong hand pressed down firmly on its head.

Chen Huangpi turned his head and said coldly, "Finally, you're willing to reveal your true form. A high-grade gourd, is it? A wicked spirit transformed from a magic weapon. Do you really think your little tricks of concealment can fool my eyes?"

That young Taoist boy, or rather, the spirit of the superior gourd named Baichang.

Its face turned ashen, and it struggled frantically, turning into a non-existent phantom.

But I don’t know why.

Looking at it through the eyes between the eyebrows of the person in front of it, it was unable to do what it used to do so easily.

Chen Huangpi grinned and said, "Oh, I forgot to tell you, besides being able to see through illusions, my Evil Eye can also control anything with a physical form."

"Also, you're not good at lying."

"Unlike me, I don't even blink when I'm lying." (End of Chapter)