Weird Cultivation: I am the Yellow-skinned Taoist Master

"Huang Er, are you sure you really sensed the aura of the Flying Immortal Diagram?"

"My kinsman, when have I ever lied to you?"

"Then why haven't I found anything even though I've already flown to the point where the Six Yin Gods are almost out?"

Within the gray fog zone.

The dried tangerine peel and the brass oil lamp had descended to an unknown depth.

But when he entered the gray fog, it was at most noon.

Now he can feel the Six Yin Gods gradually manifesting.

This means it's getting dark.

Although his speed couldn't keep up with Golden Horn and Silver Horn, Chen Huangpi was now comparable to an ordinary true immortal, which was enough for him to fly from the mortal realm to the outer starry sky several times over.

However, everywhere you look, there is only gray fog.

The further they flew downwards, the thicker the gray fog became, like a sticky gel.

As for the whereabouts of the Flying Immortal Painting.

Chen Huangpi held the Ascension Token in his hand, but the item did not react at all.

"If the Ascension Chart is really down here, then why can't the Ascension Token be sensed?"

Chen Huangpi said angrily, "My Ascension Token was made for me by my master. If my uncle hadn't stopped me, this Ascension Token would have taken me into the Great Qian through that bronze gate."

The Flying Immortal Painting contains the Gate of Creation.

Those who possess the Ascension Token can travel through this gate to various parts of the Three Realms.

Although Chen Huangpi believed that the brass oil lamp was definitely not wrong and would not joke about such a thing, he did feel that something was wrong.

"There might be something wrong with the Flying Immortal Painting."

The brass oil lamp said, "It could have become an evil entity, or it could have been trapped and died here like the Tai Sui Sect Leader. After nightfall, use the Six Yin Spirits. If you still can't find it, then we'll stop looking."

"Since we're already here, there's no way we're not going to look for it."

Chen Huangpi said helplessly, "The Flying Immortal Diagram is one of the nine great treasures of the Pure Immortal Temple. This is a family heirloom left to me by my master. If I hadn't come across it, that would have been fine, but now that I have, how can I leave empty-handed?"

Besides, the Tai Sui Cult Leader is watching over us.

He wasn't worried about facing a life-or-death crisis.

The brass oil lamp said with some concern, "I remember before I fell asleep, something terrible seemed to have happened in the Ten Thousand Mountains. The Flying Immortal Map rushed out of the main hall like a madman and disappeared without a trace."

"In less than half a day, Dongzhen also flew away."

"The Dragon Locking Well and the others also wanted to leave, but the Nine-Separation Bell stopped them."

When the topic of those days came up, the brass oil lamp's tone carried a hint of fear.

Chen Huangpi was somewhat horrified.

He and the brass oil lamp grew up together, but he had never seen the brass oil lamp act like this before. Even when it was disciplined by its master, it only submitted at the time and never learned its lesson.

It had never mentioned anything before that could frighten it.

Chen Huangpi asked, "Huang Er, did Uncle summon them back?"

The brass oil lamp shook its head and said, "No, the nine treasures are extremely important. Although I have never met Emperor Chen, you can tell from his behavior that he is willing to attack the Immortal Realm to plunder resources, but he is unwilling to ask the Abbot for any help."

"He would rather die than let anything go wrong on the abbot's side."

Therefore, the brass oil lamp speculates that the root cause still lies in the Flying Immortals painting.

The Flying Immortal Painting was the first to fly away.

It took away the golden sky lantern.

Dongzhen, also known as Tai Sui Killing Sword, must have entered the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty without hesitation in pursuit of the Golden Heavenly Lantern.

It just so happened that the battle between Emperor Chen and the Immortal Venerable took place, which is why the Tai Sui Killing Sword intervened to help.

“Fellow clansman, let me tell you something.”

The brass oil lamp hesitated for a moment before saying with apprehension, "After they left the Ten Thousand Mountains that day, I fell into a deep sleep not long after. When I woke up again, besides myself becoming the way I am now, there was also the old appearance."

"Did the old view appear after that?"

"Yes, right after that."

"Also, the abbot wasn't there that day."

The brass oil lamp swayed and shook, recalling that distant event: "Before I fell asleep, it illuminated the entire Ten Thousand Mountains. I kept calling out to the Abbot, but I did not see the Abbot's figure."

"You know, the abbot had already attained enlightenment at that time."

"Logically speaking, he shouldn't have been able to leave the Hundred Thousand Mountains."

"It's not that I didn't tell you about this before, it's because I felt like I was dreaming, it was hard to tell what was real and what was fake. Even after the abbot went mad, I suspected that he was actually dead."

"Master won't die!"

Chen Huangpi's tone suddenly rose several degrees, and he said angrily, "There is an array in the old temple that draws in the death energy of the heavens, and there are three thousand immortals as the array's core. My master is constantly fighting against that outline, how could he die?"

"Hey, I was just saying."

The brass oil lamp said sullenly, "But later, the abbot created a pseudonym and let the heretics cause trouble, so I didn't take it seriously."

The abbot cannot leave the Ten Thousand Mountains, but the heretics can.

The art of turning fake into real has been taken to an extreme.

If it weren't for the fact that the path the master cultivates is definitely not the true or false path, it would have doubted whether everything in this world is fake.

Chen Huangpi listened to the brass oil lamp's nonsensical words.

He was also a little depressed.

There are some things he may never be able to discover the truth about in his lifetime.

For example, what exactly was the old building used for?

And is the deceased Heaven still in the old temple?

After Master severed his essence, energy, spirit, and primordial spirit, he should have had six masters, including his first master.

But he had seen the sun and moon, and he had also seen his first master, second master, and third master.

The only exception is the original master, who has never truly appeared since he went mad.

They only occasionally regain consciousness within their clones.

Not to mention the fourth master, who was a heretic.

That was Master's alternate account; who knows what it was used for? We can't confuse them.

"Huang Er, how many things haven't you told me yet?"

Chen Huangpi looked intently at the brass oil lamp.

The latter thought for a moment and then held up one finger.

Just one?

"No, it's more than a year's worth of stories."

"What!!!!!"

Chen Huangpi flew into a rage, so much so that he wanted to strangle the brass oil lamp.

"I treated you like a brother, but you're so distant from me! Huang Er, you've gone too far!"

"As a member of the same clan, I also want to say something."

The brass oil lamp said with difficulty, "But there are some things that the abbot forbids, and I dare not say them. Besides, those things really have nothing to do with you. What I'm keeping from you is just the private plans between the Underworld Emperor and the abbot."

Chen Huangpi said, "The Yin Emperor is my cousin, and my master is my own master. How can they be unrelated to me?"

"You really want to know?"

"Of course I do!"

"Okay, then I'll tell you."

"..."

Chen Huangpi was speechless and turned his head away from the brass oil lamp.

He was just saying it casually, and he really had no intention of pressing the issue further.

If my master wanted me to know, he would have told me from the beginning.

The brass oil lamp said this because it had a firm grasp on its own abilities.

If you really press them, they'll definitely dodge the question and give vague answers. Not listening is frustrating, but listening is even worse.

The brass oil lamp grinned at this.

Actually, it didn't know much about that matter; it only vaguely understood the general idea after regaining its memories.

The abbot divided his power in two.

One portion transformed into ten avatars that remained in the Yellow Springs Underworld, while another portion suppressed the old temple to prevent it from completely assimilating the Pure Immortal Temple.

The latter still doesn't understand why.

However, the former is somewhat of a guess.

As the second strongest being after the Abbot, the Underworld Emperor had lived for countless epochs.

Even after the cataclysmic changes in the world have ended.

Even an underworld emperor will still be an underworld emperor.

He was the first being born from the Netherworld, destined to rule over all of the underworld.

To master the cycle of life and death, and to be immortal.

Even the Dao Lord could not kill Him, and no matter how bad their relationship was, they would still treat each other with respect.

Such an existence is equivalent to being part of the Xuanzhen Dao Realm.

Everyone says that the Emperor of the Underworld is dead.

But the idea of ​​turning into something evil after death seemed utterly absurd to the brass oil lamp.

If that person doesn't transform into an evil being, does that mean that after the upheaval in the world ends, He cannot be resurrected and return?

The sun sets in the underworld, embedding itself between the eyebrows of the King of the Underworld.

From then on, the King of the Underworld hung in the sky above the Yellow Springs underworld in a state of death.

However, the true sky of the Yellow Springs Yin Land could never be seen again after that.

They were all completely obscured by the face of the gloomy emperor.

The brass oil lamp remembered clearly that the abbot took it and the still-egg-like Chen Huangpi to the Yellow Springs Underworld, where they not only cut off the heads of those Yama Kings, but also entered the sky veiled by the face of the Underworld King.

But what exactly it was like there, the brass oil lamp could not recall.

I can't remember at all.

I only vaguely remember some of the words.

“Brother Jiugui, I’ve brought this disciple here to introduce him to the sect.”

"What is His name?"

"I haven't decided yet, but as the saying goes, a humble name is easier to raise. I guess it should be something like 'born from an egg,' and the surname can be Chen, just like mine."

"Alright, I've got it."

“His blood comes from the underworld, and his skin from the dark earth.”

"But what about His own flesh and blood?"

"Use my method then. As for the internal organs, they can grow slowly."

"I just don't know if my disciple will harbor resentment and feel that his master is trying to take his things without even telling him."

“It’s alright, I won’t take it all. When I see Him again in the future, I will leave the original seeds to Him.”

"Sigh, I've put you in a difficult position."

"Don't say such things. You have already aligned yourself with the Heavenly Dao, so you are the one who is in the most difficult position. Rest assured, with me here, we can at least secure a thousand years of breathing room."

These statements are not entirely accurate.

Many details were deduced by the brass oil lamp based on memory comparison, as well as after entering the Yellow Springs Yin Earth twice and experiencing the strange state of the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty.

All it knew was that the abbot and the underworld emperor seemed to be trying to snatch something from Chen Huangpi.

And that thing might be the entire underworld.

Otherwise, why would the King of the Underworld later give the original Yellow Springs Yin Soil to Chen Huangpi, so that he could recreate another underworld?

But they stole the entire underworld.

The King of the Underworld, however, was determined to seize a thousand-year respite.

I have no idea what this brass oil lamp is for.

The abbot merged with the heavens, and there was no need to worry about any problems at the very last moment before the end of the entire upheaval in the world.

After the cataclysmic changes in the world ended, Chen Huangpi was born.

There's no chance of any trouble.

So what exactly does this thousand years refer to?
Where exactly did they steal it from?

What to do with it after stealing it...?

It won't be of any use until the cataclysmic changes in the world are over.

at this time.

Chen Huangpi suddenly felt a chilling aura surge into his mind.

it's dark.

The body of the Six Yin Gods manifested once more.

At the same time, the golden-black, eye-like vertical line between his eyebrows was also covered by the Evil Eye.

in this state.

Chen Huangpi's mental strength is many times greater than that of others.

The evil eye between his brows suddenly widened, its gaze like a sharp sword pointing down to the bottom of the gray mist.

The thick, gelatinous fog was instantly parted, creating a narrow passage that could only allow one person to pass through.

The Evil Eye has the ability to manipulate all tangible things.

The fog is now just like a physical entity.

Once Chen Huangpi enters the Six Yin Spirit state, he can naturally achieve this.

"Huang Er, look what that is..."

Chen Huangpi suddenly stepped forward, appearing at the bottom of the passage he had created, carrying a brass oil lamp.

Then they saw a figure wriggling on the side wall at the bottom.

The brass oil lamp stared wide-eyed.

The figure, dressed in a feathered robe, with a ferocious expression, tried to fly upwards, but was completely entangled by the gelatinous gray mist, looking like a mosquito trapped in amber.

"This, this looks like the immortals in the Flying Immortals Painting..."

The brass oil lamp exclaimed in horror, "Family, it seems we were right. The Flying Immortal Map is located beneath this gray fog area. Since this thing has been released, it's clear that the Flying Immortal Map has met with misfortune."

These immortals are not real immortals.

It is the flying immortal depicted in the Flying Immortal Painting, used to assist the Gate of Creation in guiding all living beings to and from the land.

Their combat strength is not necessarily that great.

But as long as the Flying Immortals Diagram remains intact, these Flying Immortals will never die.

Now that a flying immortal has been released, seemingly wanting to escape this awful place, the current state of the Flying Immortal Map is certainly not good.

The key is.

This flying immortal was someone Chen Huangpi happened to encounter after using his evil eye to separate the gray mist.

Who knows how many other immortals are nearby?

Without a second thought, Chen Huangpi used his Evil Eye to try and dig the flying immortal out of the viscous gray fog.

But the gray fog had just been separated.

The exposed part of the flying immortal immediately turned into ashes.

"This……"

The brass oil lamp was stunned: "What the hell is going on? How many years has this immortal been trapped here, constantly being eroded by the gray mist, to the point that he has become like this?"

"Keep going down!"

Chen Huangpi gritted his teeth and gave up the idea of ​​rescuing Feixian.

These flying immortals are now considered inanimate objects.

If left untreated, it can still maintain its shape; once rescued, it can no longer even maintain its shape.

The evil eye flashed with a bluish-gray light.

The gray fog and gelatinous substance continued to separate downwards.

Chen Huangpi continued walking down the road with the brass oil lamp until he became completely numb.

Flying immortals are as numerous as hairs on a cow.

Every time a path is opened up, many flying immortals will be encountered.

Sometimes they are piled up in layers, like moths drawn to a flame, crowding together.

His Six Yin Divine Body manifested and faded, repeating this cycle four or five times.

This means that four or five days have passed.

The path we came from won't last forever; it will heal slowly and gradually.

If you try to turn back and leave at this point, you'll have wasted about half a month.

Chen Huangpi didn't want to turn back and go home.

But now.

Even he could sense the aura of the Flying Immortal Diagram.

The Ascension Token in his hand occasionally shimmered with a warm light.

He entered the Six Yin God state once again.

Chen Huangpi said numbly, "Huang Er, the gray mist here is no longer in a gelatinous state, but is no different from stone. It is so solid that even my Evil Eye can only slowly clear a path."

"If we don't see the Flying Immortal Painting today, we'll leave immediately."

"Let's not talk about today, I want to leave right now."

The brass oil lamp complained, "Damn it, we can't see the end at all. This gray fog has divided the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty into ten regions. Right now, we don't even know if we're in the gray fog or underground in the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty."

"Even if it were the Yellow Springs Yin Soil, we should still dig it through!"

The Great Qian Dynasty was actually a part of the human world.

However, Emperor Chen exhausted his resources to seal it in the void, making it seem as if it were a world of its own.

Chen Huangpi threw two punches without any expression.

To be honest, although he was almost at his breaking point, he figured out other uses for the Evil Eye's abilities.

For example, you could add it to your fists.

With a single punch, he could shatter the seemingly tangible gray mist.

This is yet another deadly move.

crunch...

Chen Huangpi chewed on the gray mist that was as hard as a rock.

The food in the Book of Souls has long been eaten up.

Now he eats the gray fog like a snack to sustain his three meals a day.

"Bah! It's so disgusting!"

Two streams of gray smoke shot out of Chen Huangpi's nostrils.

The gray mist couldn't be digested in his stomach and would soon turn into gray mist and be expelled.

As for the pain of being eroded, Chen Huangpi has now completely adapted to it.

"Family member, why would you eat something that tastes so bad?" "Because this gray fog is related to that outline."

Chen Huangpi said viciously, "I'm just getting used to it in advance. I'm going to swallow those outlines whole later!"

"Alas!!!!"

The brass oil lamp was stunned.

Could it be that Chen Huangpi has been underground for too long and is developing some kind of psychological problem?

Its outline was incredibly terrifying; only a master who had attained enlightenment could contend with it.

Chen Huangpi actually wanted to feed that outline.

Is this something you can eat?

And just then.

Boom!
After Chen Huangpi punched out and blasted open the gray fog passage below, it was no longer an endless gray fog like before.

Instead, a hole appeared.

Chen Huangpi froze, staring blankly at his fist.

He didn't react for a moment.

"Fellow villager, stop looking! You've finally rotted out of this prison!"

"Where is the Flying Immortal Painting?"

Chen Huangpi shuddered, his eyes gleaming green as he roared, "Is the Flying Immortal Diagram down there?!"

"Definitely is!"

Having said that, the brass oil lamp poked its head into the hole.

Then, it froze.

goooo...

Chen Huangpi swallowed.

He also saw the scene below the cave entrance.

If the deepest part of this gray fog zone is the land of the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty, then now it has truly been dug through the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty.

What lies beneath the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty?
It should be the indescribable, vast array that I saw when I arrived at the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty.

But actually.

There's actually a river down there.

The river was deep and wide, stretching to the horizon.

On the surface of the river floats a large mountain. The mountain is not high or large, but it has all the land within a hundred miles. It has withered trees on it, and the branches are as thin as hands, which looks very frightening.

The key is.

Chen Huangpi would never forget this mountain after just one glance.

Because that's where he grew up.

It's Yuqiong Mountain!!!

Halfway up the mountain, there is another mountain gate.

Above it are the three large characters "Jingxian Temple"!

But this is definitely not Yuqiong Mountain or Jingxian Temple in the Ten Thousand Mountains.

"Family member, what did you do to us with that punch?!"

The brass oil lamp shrieked, "This place was definitely Chen Daoxing's doing! Have we stumbled upon his lair?"

"impossible!"

Chen Huangpi said, "Didn't you say that Chen Daoxing's Jingxian Temple was in the glow of those bronze oil lamps? How come it's here? Besides, if he were here, wouldn't he have noticed us?"

These words calmed the brass oil lamp down.

Indeed, Chen Huangpi is right.

It was so wary of Chen Daoxing that it immediately exploded upon seeing this scene.

What Chen Daoxing wanted most was not the Golden Sky Lantern, but the Nine Netherworld Divine Lamp.

"Since the Grand Duke of Tai Sui hasn't come out, there's no being here who is close to the Dao."

"If we're careful, we should be fine."

The brass oil lamp said maliciously, "Family member, I suspect this place is part of some plan devised by Chen Daoxing. Do you think it would make him furious if we destroyed this place?"

I think so.

Chen Huangpi nodded and said seriously, "And they will definitely come over immediately. At that time, I will have to rely on you, my life-saving lamp, to save my life."

"Let's go over and have a look!"

Although the brass oil lamp was afraid of Chen Daoxing.

But it felt that as long as it didn't cause any trouble, the other party would definitely not find out.

If we were to turn back now, not to mention Chen Huangpi, even it would find it hard to stand.

"To be on the safe side, let's use the art of transformation."

As the brass oil lamp spoke, it spat out lamp oil and rubbed it onto Chen Huangpi's body.

It doesn't take a while.

Chen Huangpi then changed drastically.

He transformed into a cold and aloof young man, taking on the appearance of Chen Daoxing.

"I left a major weakness in you."

"Chen Daoxing cannot sense it."

The brass oil lamp said this, but Chen Huangpi felt it wasn't safe enough.

He reached into the Book of Souls and took out a bamboo hat.

That bamboo hat was a strange object that every Yin spirit in the Yellow Springs Yin Land possessed, capable of concealing their aura and true form.

Put the straw hat on your head.

The brass oil lamp activated its concealment ability.

With just one person and one lamp, they quietly entered the Jade Qiong Mountain of the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty.

"As expected, it's not my Jade Qiong Mountain."

Chen Huangpi climbed the steps and looked at the tall mountain gate with utter disgust in his eyes.

He had drawn graffiti on the side of this mountain gate when he was a child.

But not here.

On the contrary, he looked exactly the same as when he saw Chen Daoxing in his memory.

After passing through the mountain gate, walk up several thousand steps to reach the entrance of Jingxian Temple.

But the weird thing is.

On either side of the gate hung a bronze oil lamp.

The bronze oil lamp emitted a cold, desolate light, its age unknown, and evoked a sense of bleakness that defied description.

The brass oil lamp squinted.

These bronze oil lamps are all replicas of it.

Since it has now transformed into a golden-topped sky lantern, it has no worries about being discovered.

Moreover, it can also silently infuse its will into these bronze oil lamps.

"These bronze oil lamps were made by Chen Daoxing after that great battle."

"But why are these bronze oil lamps like they're dead?"

The brass oil lamp reached out and grabbed a bronze oil lamp, lifted its lid, and blew on its wick. The bronze oil lamp flickered on and off, but stopped just as it was about to go out.

"Nothing's working..."

The brass oil lamp and Chen Huangpi exchanged a glance.

Both of them looked bewildered.

"Never mind, let's go in and take a look. If we find the Flying Immortal Map, we'll leave."

Chen Huangpi grabbed the brass oil lamp and leaped into the familiar Jingxian Temple.

But once inside...

Looking around, one can see bronze oil lamps hanging everywhere on the walls and under the eaves of the Jingxian Temple.

The sense of déjà vu is too strong.

So much so that Chen Huangpi felt as if he had truly returned to his Jingxian Temple.

“My family’s abbot sent out my clone to suppress the old temple.”

"What about these bronze oil lamps?"

"Did Chen Daoxing create these to suppress something?"

"He dares to be compared to Master?"

Chen Huangpi sneered, "The old temple contains the dead Heaven, so what does his imitation Jade Mountain have? It's just that I don't want to confront him directly right now, otherwise I would definitely tear off his calligraphy!"

After saying that, Chen Huangpi walked towards the main hall.

However, this Jingxian Temple is, after all, a replica of the original Jingxian Temple.

If Chen Huangpi wants to go directly to the main hall, he has to pass through many side halls and even the alchemy room.

And each time they passed a side hall.

Then a rustling sound came from inside.

Through the doors and windows of those side halls, even more eerie green lights shone.

If you look closely, you can still see some figures.

However, Chen Huangpi dared not go in.

"Huang Er, is something evil or strange inside?"

"I didn't sense any evil aura, so it shouldn't be."

"Okay, I understand."

Chen Huangpi clenched his fist.

When Chen Daoxing betrayed the sect, he killed all the disciples of Jingxian Temple.

He said that after the changes in heaven and earth, he would become the Lord of the Dao.

Then everyone will be resurrected.

Perhaps those figures in the side halls were created by Chen Daoxing.

But those disciples have turned into evil beings and are not here, so how can we talk about resurrection?
He even used the Taixu Divine Nail to nail into the primordial spirits of Yi Qingzhou and those Taoists, turning them into bodies for others to possess.

A fire was burning in Chen Huangpi's heart.

His inner temple was shaken by this.

They ignored the figures in the side halls.

Chen Huangpi continued walking towards the main hall.

In my memory, the painting of flying immortals hung on one side wall of the main hall.

Suddenly...

A strange fragrance of elixir wafted over.

Chen Huangpi frowned, but did not stop walking.

But then...

Then a familiar chanting sound rang out.

Chen Huangpi froze, staring intently into the alchemy room.

A desolate green light shone in the alchemy room.

A tall, thin figure was refining elixirs inside, chanting: "Heaven and earth are the furnace, the sun and moon are the fire, refine the primordial embryo for eighteen thousand years, and you can ascend to heaven after consuming it."

The brass oil lamp turned pale instantly.

That voice is the voice of the Abbot.

That chaotic embryonic egg refers to dried tangerine peel, doesn't it?

Could it be that the abbot was also copied by that Chen Daoxing?

Could this be the same elixir recipe for making aged tangerine peel that was jokingly mentioned back then?

"My family!"

"Don't stop me!!!"

Chen Huangpi's brow furrowed, revealing a sinister look.

The Void-Piercing Divine Sword appeared in his hand, and he even firmly grasped the scabbard formed from the nascent form of Yi Qingzhou's Dao Fruit.

With a clang!
Sheath your sword!
An extremely sharp aura began to brew within the scabbard.

The secret technique of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion: the method of forging a life sword with the foundation of the Dao.

He drew his sword, intending to kill.

Either the enemy dies or the sword breaks!

Fortunately, Chen Huangpi was not blinded by anger.

He did not leave the area of ​​that hidden supernatural power.

He simply plunged headlong into the alchemy room.

But after entering the alchemy room...

Chen Huangpi's eyes instantly turned blood red, and Lei Hai and Ming Yue appeared in his mind's eye.

The moon, which had been blurry before, had become more solid and clear.

In the alchemy room.

An old Taoist priest dressed in a purple robe was frantically casting spells at the alchemy furnace.

Inside the alchemy furnace, there was an embryo.

Every now and then, a gray mist, seemingly from nowhere, would seep into the embryonic egg.

Upon closer inspection, the embryo had nine orifices, but each orifice was pierced with a Taixu Divine Nail.

"Gold and black energies, chaos and embryo."

The old Taoist priest, drooling, grinned maliciously, "If I refine a Nine-Nine Dao Embryo Yellow Pill, and eat you, I can transform into the Yellow Heaven Dao Lord! Hehehe!!!!"

As he spoke, the old Taoist priest began to gesticulate wildly around the alchemy furnace, performing various alchemy techniques.

And when he turned to the side.

Chen Huangpi saw what the old Taoist priest looked like.

He had a pair of triangular eyes, a nose that looked as if it had been cut off by a sharp blade, and a ferocious and terrifying appearance. His huge, blood-red mouth was full of fine, sharp teeth.

Furthermore, a large hole had split open in the old Taoist priest's chest, through which a hazy light and shadow shone.

But under Chen Huangpi's evil gaze.

But what he saw inside was a Taixu Divine Nail.

"I was so scared!!!"

The brass oil lamp let out a long breath and said tremblingly, "I thought it was the Grand Master, but I didn't expect it to be an imposter, and he can't even imitate his appearance."

At this point, it seemed to have a sudden realization.

“My family, this seems to have been created using an ability similar to my transformation technique.”

How did he learn it?

"Of course, I learned it from the abbot."

The brass oil lamp said, "Huang Yi and I were both personally crafted by the abbot, and each of us carries a portion of the abbot's Daoist essence. Chen Daoxing, that bastard, learned seventy or eighty percent of the abbot's abilities, so naturally he can also use them."

Chen Huangpi said expressionlessly, "But I can't learn it."

It's not just about this art of change.

He couldn't learn the supernatural powers of all the treasures of the Pure Immortal Temple; he could only unleash them from the brass oil lamp when he was practicing the Dog Taming Scripture.

The brass oil lamp quickly said, "Family member, you're not saying this because you don't need to learn it, and the abbot has never let you learn the Pure Immortal Temple's methods. Didn't Yi Qingzhou not teach you back then either?"

“You have faith in the abbot; he must have had his reasons for making this arrangement.”

"He will surely save the best things for you."

Chen Huangpi never doubted these things.

But what disgusted him was that Chen Daoxing's actions were constantly hitting his sore spots.

Just like when I saw the Ruyi Bodhisattva in the Burial God's Tomb.

Even the Bodhisattva Ruyi has created a master.

But that master was even worse, he wasn't even human.

Thinking of this, Chen Huangpi said, "Huang Er, you said before that the things in this fake Taoist temple are all inanimate objects and don't react at all, right?"

"Yes, they are indeed all inanimate objects."

"it is good."

Chen Huangpi nodded, then the murderous intent in his eyes could no longer be suppressed.

He suddenly drew his sword!
The Void-Piercing Divine Sword unleashed a beam of sword light as thin as a thread.

However, the way he drew his sword was very different from when Yi Qingzhou taught him.

The ninety-nine sword moves that the Tai Sui Cult Master taught him were not learned for nothing.

Cut it out with one sword!
The sword light swept past the twisted figure dressed in a purple Taoist robe.

The figure was instantly killed, turning into a pile of ashes.

The damage caused by this sword strike was unparalleled by anything else.

If it were in the past.

Chen Huangpi could never achieve such a delicate level of control over power.

All that's left is the alchemy furnace.

Chen Huangpi coldly said, "There is no pill formula in this world that can be used to refine my pills. My master is just bluffing me. He would never treat me like this!"

He searched every corner of the Jingxian Temple.

There is no such prescription.

Otherwise, he would have taken on an apprentice long ago.

Chen Huangpi threw a punch at the alchemy furnace that was exactly the same as the Nine Dragons Refining Furnace.

With just one punch, he smashed a large hole in the alchemy furnace.

Then, he grabbed the so-called Nine-Nine Dao Embryo Yellow Pill inside and forcibly pulled it out.

At the same time, an incredibly rich and strange fragrance of cinnabar bursts forth from it.

"Wow……"

Within the Nine-Nine Dao Embryo Yellow Elixir, an infant cried out on the spot.

at the same time.

In a gray fog zone, some distance away from here.

The old madman wearing a straw hat, whether he had become an evil spirit or maintained his sanity, suddenly shuddered, and a glimmer of clarity flashed in his mad eyes.

He looked down.

It seemed to sense the sound of crying. (End of Chapter)