Weird Cultivation: I am the Yellow-skinned Taoist Master

Jiuzhou, the site of the Tai Sui sect.

It is called a ruin.

This is because the Tai Sui religion has completely disappeared.

The Tai Sui Sect was originally formed from the sword formation Dao Fruit of its own sect leader.

The Grand Duke Jupiter has returned.

The fruit was naturally absorbed into its body.

Consequently, all the disciples of the Tai Sui Sect are now cultivating in their sect leader's Dao Fruit World, and it's likely they won't be able to reappear in the world until the cataclysmic changes in the world end.

Chen Huangpi did ask about this.

The Tai Sui Sect Master told him that elders and disciples like the Tai Xuan Sword Master had suffered severe Dao injuries from forcibly activating the sword formation's Dao Fruit to reverse time, and he was now using the sword-nurturing method to nourish and restore them.

Moreover, Chen Huangpi's mention of his stone tablet was also rejected by the Tai Sui Cult Leader.

"The human world is fine."

"This is the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty. The more you do certain things, the easier it is for you to slip up."

"Remember, you are Chen Huangpi, the leader of the Tai Sui Cult."

That's enough for now.

After returning to the present, the Tai Sui Cult Leader never mentioned the Yellow Heaven again. Even when he did, he referred to it as a third party.

My cheap nephew doesn't understand how terrifying those beings who are almost like the Dao are.

As an elder, he couldn't afford to be careless.

Just like that, time flew by.

half a month later.

Night is about to break.

Before dawn, wisps of gray mist slowly rose into the sky.

Chen Huangpi opened his eyes, as if he had just woken up from a nightmare. His face was pale, and his hand holding the Void-Piercing Divine Sword was trembling.

He looked around.

All he had was a brass oil lamp.

The location of the Tai Sui cult leader is unknown.

"Master, it felt good to spar with the abbot, didn't it?"

"Not just good, it's absolutely fantastic!"

Chen Huangpi gritted his teeth and said, "For the past two weeks, every night when I go to sleep, I am pulled into my dreams to fight my master with swords. Why can't I even withstand a single move?"

Half a month is enough time for him to die millions of times.

But even now, we're still stuck on the first move of the sword fight between Master and the Tai Sui Sect Leader.

Chen Huangpi transformed into the leader of the Tai Sui sect.

Face your master directly.

The indescribable sense of oppression felt completely foreign to him, and he couldn't even connect it with the kind and peaceful image of his master in his memory.

It actually feels a bit like when the master went mad and became the third master.

No, the third master only hung himself up and beat him.

But his master in his youth was truly unreserved, and his sword techniques were devastating.

I don't find brass oil lamps strange at all.

"Although the abbot of the sect had not yet attained the Dao during the sword duel, he was, after all, a formidable figure who was invincible throughout the Three Realms, and was naturally much stronger than the Tai Sui Sect Master."

"I know."

Chen Huangpi nodded weakly.

He simply lamented that without directly facing his master, he couldn't truly appreciate his master's power.

You should know that he did a lot of things that deserved punishment when he was a child.

For example, urinating while riding on your master's head.

For example, while the master was sleeping, he tried to pluck out the master's beard to make strings for his zither.

However, the master in the Tai Sui Cult Leader's memory was not so warm.

The story of a hundred sword moves in a duel is a legend.

It's something that can be boasted about throughout the entire Xuanzhen Daoist world.

But this doesn't mean that the Tai Sui Cult Master won every single sword strike; he only managed to hold out until the very last move.

Instead, every sword strike he made was suppressed by his master.

Only with the final sword strike did the Tai Sui Cult Leader finally submit.

"Hmph, is it so impressive to be close to the Dao?"

Chen Huangpi retorted indignantly, "Before I even learned to walk, I dared to urinate all over the Dao Master. Is that almost as daring as the Dao?"

"Of course they wouldn't dare!"

The brass oil lamp clapped its hands and cheered, "What do you mean by 'almost the Tao'? It's nothing but a roadside thing. Compared to you, my lord, it's like a firefly compared to the bright moon, or dog shit compared to gold!"

"Huang Er, you really know how to talk."

Chen Huangpi automatically ignored the second half.

Since the emergence of the Spleen Temple and his return to the Tai Sui Cult, everything has been in his favor.

It's impossible not to feel a sense of elation.

But now it can't float anymore.

There are always people better than you, and mountains beyond mountains.

Chen Huangpi sat up from the ground, patted his bottom and said, "Master is right, and my fellow disciples are right too. Don't underestimate anyone."

After saying that, he stomped his foot.

next second.

The dark earth of the underworld spread out beneath his feet.

A gust of cold wind blew by.

The dense, wildly growing onions, like weeds, raised their heads in this dark, yellow earth.

But unlike before.

Perhaps it's because Chen Huangpi's strength has become more powerful, or perhaps as time goes by, the Yellow Springs Yin Earth is evolving into a true underworld.

A hazy, illusory image of a bright moon slowly rose from the Yellow Springs.

Suddenly, with a whoosh.

A golden and silver shimmering light emerged from the Book of Souls.

"Yellow-skinned dad!"

"Yellow-skinned dad!!!"

The enormous bodies of Golden Horn and Silver Horn landed on the Yin Earth of the Yellow Springs.

As the son of Di Ting.

What they like most is this Yin Earth of the Underworld.

Even though this is no longer the same as the real Yellow Springs Yin Soil, they still feel a warm and safe feeling, like returning to their mother's womb, when they walk on it.

And those scallion-loving people screamed.

"Brothers, those two beasts are here to wreak havoc on our Onion People again!"

"You who trample on onions, you will all die a horrible death!"

"Don't be afraid, I've evolved toxins. Watch me poison them both to death."

"Though I die, I am still the king of scallions!"

A crunch.

Silver Horn chewed on the tender, juicy scallion and exclaimed with delight, "Big Brother, this scallion is spicy, it's really satisfying!"

"Father, you died such a terrible death!"

Upon seeing this, one of the scallion-men roared with heartbreaking fury, "Don't worry, your son will carry on your legacy. Sooner or later, I will poison these two beasts!"

"Hey, this scallion is spicy too!"

"Grandpa, Dad! Don't worry, our descendants will continue endlessly, sooner or later..."

crunch...

Silver Horn seemed to have discovered a new world.

It kept eating and pooping at the same time.

And the places it passed through.

Then, as if absorbing fertilizer, even more scallions grew even faster.

"Ah! I've grown even taller!"

"Huh, this scallion is spitting out yellow liquid now."

"The stuff those two beasts are pulling has such a miraculous effect! Quick, quickly bring up the beautiful Onion Girl!"

However, Silver Horn didn't care about all this nonsense.

After eating for a while, it discovered a bunch of onion people absorbing its waste, and it instantly flew into a rage.

"You worthless scum! How dare you eat Second Master's excrement! You have some nerve!"

Having said that, Silver Horn turned around, opened his mouth wide, and charged forward like he was ploughing the ground.

It carved a trench into the earth.

After we've finished eating everything.

Silver Horn then snorted arrogantly: "Hmph, a bunch of worthless scallions, daring to compete with Second Master for food? Do you think you can win?"

Seeing this, Jinjiao closed his eyes in despair.

In its view, Silver Horn was completely useless.

Now I just hope that one day I can separate from Silverhorn, so that at least I won't have to share a stomach and passively eat Silverhorn's excrement.

Chen Huangpi didn't seem to care much.

These scallion people all grew from seeds brought by the Fox Mountain God from the Pure Immortal Temple, and now it's been countless generations.

Onion people grow on almost every bank near the Yellow Springs.

Lush and verdant, its growth is incredibly exaggerated.

As long as Silver Horn doesn't eat all the scallion people, the vitality of this Yellow Spring Yin Land will not be destroyed.

Just then, Silver Horn tilted his head and pointed at the hazy, illusory moon in the sky, saying, "Father Yellow Skin, there seems to be someone in there. Can I eat him?"

"No."

Chen Huangpi shook his head and said, "The one inside is the Xuan Yin Sword Master. After he died, I planted him in the Yellow Spring Yin Soil. If you eat him, you will be forbidden to eat anything else in the future."

"What if I only take one bite?"

“Then I’ll wake up Ah Gui. You can ask Jin Jiao. Ah Gui loves to bully you Di Ting’s sons. Maybe it will sew your mouth and butt shut.”

"Ah! This wretched bastard is so evil!"

Silver Horn was so frightened that he tucked his tail between his legs.

It would be terrifying to sew up both the buttocks and the mouth.

Even with only the mouth sewn shut, it can still eat with its buttocks.

Without a butt, there's nothing to eat even if you want to.

Silverhorn had experienced hunger before, and it refused to waste any food, so it was naturally afraid of the feeling of being hungry.

"Eat up, eat up. Sooner or later you'll get into trouble because of your eating habits."

A brass oil lamp hovered above Silver Horn's head, saying in a nasty tone, "It hasn't been that long, and you, the Son of Di Ting, are already as fat as a ball. You can practically grow fat just by eating dirt."

Silverhorn has indeed gained a lot of weight.

It shares a body with Golden Horn, but now its head is unusually large, and it looks like it's eaten so much that its cheeks have become swollen.

Golden Horn then said, "Yellow-skinned Father, you planted the Profound Yin Sword Master in the Yellow Spring Yin Soil, so did you leave out the Profound Yang Sword Master?"

The current state of the Xuan Yin Sword Master is very strange.

I just don't feel comfortable with Jinjiao no matter how I look at it.

It was as if a moon had appeared in the underworld.

Chen Huangpi said, "It's not the moon, it's more like a creature from the underworld like Du Rugui. As for the Xuan Yang Sword Master..."

Mentioning the Master of Xuan Yang Sword.

Chen Huangpi then felt somewhat troubled.

He hasn't just been waiting here for the past two weeks.

Not only was he practicing the ninety-nine sword moves of the Tai Sui Sect Master, attempting to form his own sword formation, he also planted the Xuan Yang Sword Master and the Xuan Yin Sword Master in the Yellow Spring Yin Soil.

This was all thanks to the brass oil lamp.

The oil in the brass lamps absorbed a trace of their spirits after death into the lamp's inner world.

This gave them a chance to survive.

In addition, there are the strange abilities of this Yellow Springs Yin Earth.

The Xuan Yang Sword Master and the Xuan Yin Sword Master truly received an earth-shattering opportunity.

Even the leader of the Tai Sui Cult said this before he disappeared.

He originally intended to take back the true spirits of the two people from Chen Huangpi, but since Chen Huangpi was willing to give up two positions, he would take the karma for his two disciples.

There are two positions, and there is also the so-called cause and effect.

Chen Huangpi didn't understand what it meant.

However, the Xuan Yang Sword Master and the Xuan Yin Sword Master are different.

The Xuan Yin Sword Master soon manifested the current strange phenomenon, his true spirit being reshaped, while the Xuan Yang Sword Master remained asleep in a corner of the Yellow Springs Yin Land.

Even Chen Huangpi couldn't summon him.

“Huang Er, I feel that ever since the true spirit of the Xuan Yin Sword Master transformed into this illusory moon, the speed at which my Yellow Spring Yin Soil transforms into the underworld has increased significantly.”

Chen Huangpi said as if he had just realized something: "After I created the Six Yin Gods, I will be able to control the Yin Earth of the Yellow Springs. The Xuan Yin Sword Master also represents Yin. Perhaps when I create the Six Yang Gods, the Xuan Yang Sword Master will transform into the sun."

The brass oil lamp said irritably, "The sun and moon are your eyes. How could they transform into the sun and moon? They can only serve as your eyes in the future."

Even now, it feels that giving out lamp oil was a bit too impulsive.

These people are better off dead.

No one in this world can live forever.

But since it's already been given, we can't just take it back.

"Damn it."

The brass oil lamp cursed inwardly, "The Tai Sui Cult has taken all the good things. If these two bastards can just lie there until the world changes are over, they can practically reach the Dao with their eyes closed."

"And the swordsmanship of the Tai Sui Sect, which Chen Huangpi also approves of."

"At that time, it might become the number one religion in the world."

The more I think about the brass oil lamp, the more outrageous it seems.

If the Yin-Yang Sword Master is already like this, how can those four old men from Tai Xuan possibly only reach the peak of True Immortal?

And there's Taiyizi too!

Taiyizi's talent isn't great, but the abbot said he would be among the first batch of true immortals after the cataclysmic changes in the world ended.

The talent aspect has already been addressed.

Adding to the past friendship, he was willing to risk his life to carve out a way for Chen Huangpi to survive.

By this calculation, the Tai Sui Cult has seven leaders who are almost at the level of Daoists, plus one leader who has achieved dual Daoist status.

There were other monks as well.

There are also three thousand Taoist priests from Jingxian Temple.

Will the world be able to contain so many beings who are close to the Dao in the future?

But the brass oil lamp didn't bother to mention these things to Chen Huangpi, because it knew Chen Huangpi too well.

If Chen Huangpi knew about this.

That's based on his personality.

Even if the package isn't complete, it will feel like it's not enough.

The closer one gets to the Tao, the better.

Chen Huangpi has never been stingy with his own people.

"Family, when shall we depart for the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion?"

"After dawn."

Chen Huangpi stomped his foot and collected the Yellow Spring Yin Soil.

He stayed in this old state for half a month, and in fact, he had almost made up for the problems in his own cultivation.

Now, his combat power under normal conditions is almost the same as that of an ordinary True Immortal.

If we use many methods, even without external force.

He could hold his own against two or three true immortals.

However, Chen Huangpi didn't know if he could defeat a true immortal who had attained enlightenment through his own path.

It will probably have to wait until after nightfall.

"Uncle Tai Sui told me not to be in such a hurry to put Dongxu into the Spleen Temple."

Chen Huangpi reached out and summoned the Void-Piercing Divine Sword, which appeared out of thin air and emitted an intimate sword chime around him.

This sword is becoming more and more spiritual.

But this is not enough.

The brass oil lamp stared at the Void-Piercing Divine Sword and said, "According to the old king of the Tai Sui Sect, the spirituality of the Void-Piercing Divine Sword is not yet perfect. If it enters the Spleen Temple too early, it will only give rise to another Tai Sui Killing Sword."

"However, I think you don't need to worry about it. The Tai Sui Killing Sword is already powerful enough. If you can reach that level in the Void Realm, wouldn't that be enough for you?"

Chen Huangpi thought for a moment and said, "But the Void Cave is not the Tai Sui Killing Sword. It is not a substitute for me. It is my Void Cave."

Before following its master, the Tai Sui Killing Sword was already close to the level of the Dao. Later, its killing aura became even stronger, and in the Xuanzhen Dao world, few could rival it in terms of killing power alone.

Or rather, they're all a bit lacking.

Even the Nine Separation Bell, which is extremely extraordinary, is no exception.

What Chen Huangpi wanted was to take Dongxu Energy to the next level.

He can be more patient.

However, the Tai Sui Cult Leader did not explicitly explain how this spirituality became perfect.

Simply put, if Chen Huangpi can master all ninety-nine of his sword moves, the Void-Piercing Divine Sword will be imbued with the ninety-nine sword techniques, and its spirituality will surely be elevated.

Another method is that when Chen Huangpi fights his master in his dream, as long as he can normally catch the first move and still have the strength to counterattack, he can achieve the same effect.

The former relies on quantity.

The latter relies on quality.

When the Tai Sui Cult Leader and Chen Huangpi fought, he was able to withstand each sword strike purely because he had died so many times that his physical body had memorized the memories.

But if I could properly exchange a sword strike with my master...

This shows that Chen Huangpi has already developed his own unique understanding of swordsmanship.

With this ability, he could naturally make the Void Cave even more agile.

As the Six Yin Spirits slowly faded away.

The surrounding gray fog all rose into the sky.

Its daybreak.

Chen Huangpi rode his golden and silver horns at breakneck speed toward Nandao Prefecture.

It is worth mentioning that.

Although Chen Huangpi's combat strength had become even stronger under the guidance of the Tai Sui Sect Leader during the past half month of cultivation, reaching the level of a True Immortal, his speed was still inferior to that of Jinjiao and Yinjiao.

Even the divine light of the brass oil lamp cannot compare.

"These two are getting faster and faster."

The brass oil lamp, perched on Chen Huangpi's shoulder, exclaimed, "How exactly did the abbot refine them? How could he create such things? Could they be destined for great fortune in the future?"

"Huang Er, what is 'creation'? Can you eat it?"

"Silver Horn, you're such an idiot. Fortune is fortune, it's not something you can eat."

"What's the point of not being able to eat it? You might as well eat dirt."

Silver Horn doesn't care about fate or anything like that.

It only cares about whether it can fill its stomach.

Chen Huangpi, upon seeing this, became somewhat worried.

The two brothers, Golden Horn and Silver Horn, have been with him for so long that, to say there's any affection between them, is that some of the things they say sometimes make you want to beat them to death.

But to say there were no feelings involved would be impossible.

However, Jinjiao and Yinjiao were indeed just children, only about two or three years old.

Chen Huangpi had no idea what his two godsons would look like in the future.

He's probably offending people every day, becoming someone even the two most powerful figures in the Xuanzhen Dao world would shake their heads in disapproval.

"At worst, I'll just keep taking them with me from now on."

Chen Huangpi secretly made up his mind: "There's still the Fox Mountain God. If only the Fox Mountain God hadn't been taken away."

The Fox Mountain God has been missing ever since he entered the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty.

It is suspected that they were taken away by some powerful being.

Chen Huangpi asked the Tai Sui Cult Master.

The other party only said that the river of time had been stirred up, and he had no way of knowing who was behind it.

Chen Huangpi planned to go to the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, give Yi Qingzhou's head along with the sword sheath formed from the nascent Dao Fruit to his mother, and then go into the gray fog to see if he could find Bai Lingtian.

The leader of the Bailingtian cult is extremely mysterious, and he is still alive and well after that great battle.

Now, the entire sect is hidden in the gray fog, making them arguably the strongest in the open.

Most importantly, the leader of the Bailingtian cult could communicate with the spirits of all things and was skilled in divination, so it should have been easy for him to find out the whereabouts of the Fox Mountain God.

Sudden.

Chen Huangpi paused for a moment: "Huang Er, do you think the Fox Mountain God might have been taken away by the leader of the Spirit Worshiping Heaven Cult?"

Master said that the Fox Mountain God's opportunity was neither in the human world nor in the cup of enlightenment tea he drank at that time.

Its opportunity arose in the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty.

Upon entering the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty, there were practically only three Daoists who could move freely within the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty.

One is Chen Daoxing, another is the mortal enemy of the Tai Sui Cult Leader, and the third is the cult leader of Bai Lingtian.

Chen Daoxing would never do such a thing.

If the Fox Mountain God falls into his hands, forget about any opportunities; he'll be living a pipe dream.

That leaves only two possibilities.

However, the brass oil lamp scoffed, "Our family, the old charlatan who worships the spirit heaven seems to be the kind of person who avoids the world, doesn't want to get involved in anything, and only wants to protect himself. Why would he take the fox mountain god away for no reason?"

"Are you suggesting we take her back to be a servant?"

"Huang Er, what you said is not right."

Chen Huangpi said unhappily, "The fox mountain god has no ability and no ambition. Well, it really can't do anything except serve tea and water."

"But it has drunk the hot pot water cooked by its master and been whipped by its third master. It is no longer a clay or wooden sculpture of a deity. Anyone who sees it will think it is extraordinary."

"Didn't they say that the severed hand was a spiritual object created later in life?"

"In case Bai Lingtian takes it away, we must..."

"Take it..."

Chen Huangpi said helplessly, "Alright, I can't make this up anymore. Anyway, the Fox Mountain God has done his best, even if he didn't achieve anything. You're not allowed to say anything bad about him."

Upon hearing this, the brass oil lamp rolled its eyes.

It's not that stingy.

In fact, it had long regarded the fox mountain god as one of its own, just like Ah Gui.

After all, that guy really didn't have much ambition.

What the fox mountain god wanted most was to return to the Pure Immortal Temple and serve tea and water to the abbot.

All I wanted was peace and quiet.

What truly led the Fox Mountain God out of the Hundred Thousand Mountains were Chen Huangpi and the brass oil lamp.

"Yellow-skinned Daddy! We can't get any further ahead!"

Golden Horn let out a low growl and quickly slowed down.

The distance between Nandao Prefecture and Tai Sui Sect is more than 108,000 miles. Even if Jinjiao and Yinjiao ran for three days and three nights, they would not be able to cross the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty from north to south.

But the Great Qian Dynasty is different now.

The gray fog isolated it into ten zones.

Now, Jinjiao and Yinjiao have brought Chen Huangpi to that gray fog area that is like an insurmountable barrier.

Looking out, the gray fog seemed to connect to the sky like an impenetrable fortress.

The sky above the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty was shrouded in a gray haze.

Passing through that layer of gray fog, you can actually reach the Tianhe battlefield.

After that battle that was almost a battle between the Dao, the Heavenly River Battlefield stood between the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty and the Immortal Realm.

"Once this matter is settled, I will definitely go to the Tianhe battlefield."

Chen Huangpi's tone was very firm.

The brass oil lamp said with mixed feelings, "We have to go. In the memories of the Tai Sui Sect Leader, at the very end, Emperor Chen shouted 'Golden Sky Lantern,' which means that Huang Yi was also there."

"I just don't know why I can't sense its presence."

The Golden Sky Lantern is Huang Yi.

Back then, Emperor Chen's angry roar was actually, "Stop the Golden Sky Lantern for me!"

Even the Tai Sui Cult Leader couldn't explain why it was there.

There is.

The brass oil lamp gritted its teeth and said, "Huang Yi has always been in the Flying Immortal Diagram. It is in the Heavenly River Battlefield, which means that the Flying Immortal Diagram is also there. In addition, the Tai Sui Killing Sword also came from the Ten Thousand Mountains back then."

"The three lost treasures of our Jingxian Temple are all in this Great Qian Immortal Dynasty."

"There must be a shocking secret hidden in the Tianhe battlefield, but even the cultivators of the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty and the immortals of the Immortal Realm do not know it, and they have been fighting all these years."

"I don't want to know those secrets."

Chen Huangpi frowned and said, "Unless you have combat power that is close to the Dao, trying to explore those secrets is simply courting death. All we need to do is find Huang Yi."

Master said that when we return to the Ten Thousand Mountains, we should bring Huang Yi back with us.

Even the Tai Sui Killing Sword and the Flying Immortal Diagram Master never paid this much attention.

This clearly demonstrates Huang Yi's importance.

As for other matters, even if Chen Huangpi wanted to get involved, he would have to consider his own strength.

"Alright, it's time to get through this gray fog zone."

Chen Huangpi said to Jinjiao and Yinjiao, "This gray fog area is very dangerous. Although you two are fast, you can't withstand the erosion of the gray fog. Stay in the Soul Hook Book for the time being."

"Yellow-skinned dad, you need to be careful."

Golden Horn still had some conscience, and said seriously, "I smelled a strong stench of blood in that gray fog. There may be many evil beings comparable to true immortals fighting inside."

"Don't worry, Uncle Tai Sui is watching me."

Chen Huangpi patted Jinjiao's head: "Besides, if I can't beat you, I can't just run away."

Silver Horn grinned foolishly and said, "Yellow-skinned Daddy, I'm not afraid of death, I'll follow you into the gray fog!"

"There's not even dirt to eat in the gray fog."

"Oh, then I won't go."

"Okay, let's go in."

Chen Huangpi slapped the Soul-Hooking Book and put the Golden Horn and Silver Horn into it.

He also glanced at the state of the vengeful spirit.

The vengeful spirit is now encased in a cocoon formed from the moonlight, and the faint tremors emanating from within are becoming increasingly clear. It seems that it will soon awaken from its slumber.

Without the vengeful ghost, Chen Huangpi truly felt something was missing.

After all, he and the brass oil lamp were only good at fighting, and only good at maliciously speculating about others. They were missing a cunning strategist who could come up with ideas.

"Huang Er, come with me!"

Chen Huangpi, carrying a brass oil lamp, plunged headlong into this dark and terrifying gray fog.

Even with his incredibly strong physical body, when he entered it, he felt a stinging pain as if thousands of tiny needles were pricking him.

"This gray fog is really powerful."

Chen Huangpi waved his hand, but he couldn't disperse it at all.

But he wasn't afraid.

The gray mist couldn't harm him, and at night he could even transform into the Six Yin Gods state.

At that time, even these stinging sensations will not occur.

At the right moment, the brass oil lamp lit up, illuminating the surrounding area of ​​about three zhang (approximately 10 meters).

It now exists in the form of a golden-topped sky lantern.

The natural light also became as dazzling as a small sun.

"There's something truly sinister here."

The brass oil lamp whispered, "Everywhere there is gray mist and colliding tides. Could it be that all the evil and strange phenomena of the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty over the past 18,000 years are inside?"

Although the strange phenomena of the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty are rarely seen on ordinary days.

But hidden within the gray fog tide are many evil beings transformed from dead immortals.

"It's not just those immortals, but also some magical treasures."

Chen Huangpi said in a low voice, "Magic treasures can also turn into evil."

"Be careful."

The brass oil lamp suddenly activated its concealment ability.

Chen Huangpi opened his evil eye between his eyebrows, and immediately saw an extremely terrifying evil creature flying away in the gray mist.

hiss……

Chen Huangpi gasped.

That evil creature was actually a magical artifact, which was at least the natal possession of some true immortal in his previous life.

It looks like a jade ruyi (a traditional Chinese ornament symbolizing good fortune).

However, the handle of the jade ruyi was adorned with numerous glistening gray eyeballs, which were now dripping blood, their ends appearing as if they had been forcibly torn off by some terrifying force.

"Huang Er, am I seeing things? That strange creature seems to be fleeing for its life."

"wrong!!!!"

The brass oil lamp suddenly turned pale with fright and hurriedly said to Chen Huangpi, "Quick, get down there! The evil thing is coming after us!!!"

It sensed a presence that terrified it greatly.

That aura was incredibly sharp.

Like a sharp sword.

Chen Huangpi's heart sank, and without thinking, he plummeted downwards into the gray fog.

next second.

Chen Huangpi's evil eye spotted a figure.

The figure was wearing a straw hat, but a sharp sword pierced through the hat, entering diagonally from the head and emerging from the right side of the figure.

The figure had bloodshot eyes and a horrifying wound on its chest.

Crunch.

The figure was chewing on a string of gray eyeballs, its aura sometimes incredibly violent, sometimes incomparably sharp.

"Approaching the Tao..."

Chen Huangpi almost lost his voice and quickly closed his evil eye between his eyebrows.

His falling speed even increased.

That figure was absolutely close to the Dao!
"Uncle Tai Sui, Uncle Tai Sui!!!"

Chen Huangpi called out to the Tai Sui Master in his heart.

But the Tai Sui Cult Leader did not respond at all, as if he was not even by Chen Huangpi's side.

Seeing that the Tai Sui Cult Leader had not made any move.

Chen Huangpi's heart sank, and he didn't think about calling an adult for help if he encountered danger.

He completely concealed his presence.

Just pretend the Tai Sui Cult Leader doesn't exist.

However, what he didn't know was...

At this moment, the Tai Sui Cult Leader stood behind Chen Huangpi, looking at the figure with an extremely complicated expression.

He saw that the figure had a Taixu Divine Nail inside its body.

And he couldn't do anything about it.

After all, he is no longer the Tai Sui Sect Master with two Dao Fruits; the Sword Array Dao Fruit can't do anything to this thing.

Even if the other party is his mortal enemy.

He could no longer communicate with them because they were no longer trustworthy.

Thinking of this, the Tai Sui Cult Leader's eyes turned cold. He secretly isolated Chen Huangpi's aura completely. As long as his mortal enemy did not attack Chen Huangpi, he would not interfere.

He would never reveal himself.

Chen Huangpi, of course, had no idea what the Tai Sui Cult Leader was thinking at that moment.

He also understood that the Tai Sui Cult Leader would absolutely not take action unless absolutely necessary.

At most, they'll offer you subtle guidance.

In fact, that's exactly what he thought.

Otherwise, even with the concealment ability of the brass oil lamp, the moment he glanced at me with his evil eye, the old madman, who is now either an evil spirit or a living person, would still have found me by following his gaze.

As the speed of the descent increased, the terrifying figure above gradually receded into the distance.

Chen Huangpi finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Is that almost Dao-like evil spirit hunting down other evil spirits?"

"No wonder Golden Horn said he smelled a strong stench of blood earlier."

"Huang Er, why aren't you saying anything?"

"Shh, family member, don't make a sound."

The brass oil lamp frowned, staring intently at the gray mist below.

There is no concept of heaven and earth in the gray fog zone.

Once inside, all around you is gray fog.

Those above do not know its height, those below do not know its depth.

But the brass oil lamp sensed a very familiar aura.

"The Flying Immortal Painting seems to be below."

The brass oil lamp's voice sounded somewhat unnatural as it stared at Chen Huangpi and said, "Family member, what do you say? Should we go down and take a look?"

Chen Huangpi felt a chill run down his spine: "Huang Er, shouldn't the Flying Immortal Map be on the Heavenly River Battlefield? Why is it in this gray fog zone that isolates the ten directions of the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty?"

The brass oil lamp's voice was dry as it said, "I don't know, but I definitely sensed its presence." (End of Chapter)