Weird Cultivation: I am the Yellow-skinned Taoist Master

Chapter 93 Yi Qingzhou, is that you?

After the Yellow Peril entered the black coffin.

The altar began to rotate, and kept rotating.

It was impossible to tell left from right and right from left, only the eight huge bronze oil lamps were emitting a cold light.

It was as if some power was activated.

All the people present felt an extremely strange and absurd feeling in their hearts.

There is an immortal corpse in the black coffin.

Now the world has changed strangely, the spiritual energy has disappeared, and cultivators can only practice by relying on their human energy.

Nascent Soul is the end point.

It is impossible to become an immortal.

And now, an immortal corpse is lying in that black coffin. What a great opportunity this is.

But just like Chen Huangpi said.

This opportunity was actually obtained by a weasel.

"Xian! Xian!"

Song Jiu, who was carried by Mangshan Jun, murmured as if possessed: "This is the true destiny of the immortals. The true destiny of the immortals is that the water is not deep, but the dragon is there. The mountain is not high, but the immortal is there. There are really immortals in the Hundred Thousand Mountains."

For the cultivators after the changes in heaven and earth.

Becoming an immortal is what they desire most.

Becoming a god may seem like immortality, but in reality one is deeply trapped in this popular cultivation system and cannot extricate oneself.

Who doesn’t know that popularity cultivation is a heresy?
Who wants to become a god when you can become an immortal?

Song Jiu, a common monk, is like this.

Not to mention Jieyan and Mangshanjun.

The former believes that it is the only one that can obtain the immortal corpse in this tomb of the gods, so who dares to snatch it?

As the sword flashed, it exerted pressure on all directions.

The Yellow Peril is nothing but a clown.

The latter was even angrier.

Mangshanjun came to the Tomb of the Gods purely because he was fooled by the Yellow Peril, who said that there was a great opportunity on the third level of the Tomb of the Gods.

But I never told it that this opportunity was the immortal corpse.

Now that I think about it, after the Yellow Peril persuaded it, it must have used it to pull off the tiger's skin and invited all the robbery eyes.

The more Mangshanjun thought about it, the angrier he became!
The more I think about it, the more scared I get!
A weasel played them around.

In the end, the immortal corpse actually allowed it to obtain the immortal corpse.

It is extremely difficult to kill.

Now that I have obtained good fortune, I can truly be called a Huangxian.

By then, these so-called disasters will probably be swallowed up by the Yellow Peril with just a thought.

As for escaping?
It's not that they don't want to escape.

But the moment the altar began to rotate, the way we came disappeared.

Looking ahead, there was only endless darkness outside the altar that stretched as far as the eye could see.

"This is some kind of formation!"

The brass oil lamp smiled miserably and said, "Chen Huangpi, did you see that? The bronze oil lamps placed in the eight corners are the core of the formation, and this altar is the formation plate of the formation. Once it is activated, it will cause confusion in all directions."

Hear this.

Chen Huangpi looked at the eight corners of the altar.

He looked a little dazed.

Because, in the broken memory fragments of the Fox Mountain God.

He had seen that behind the huge golden wall that looked like a door, there was also a larger altar, but unlike this altar, it only had five directions, but they were stacked one layer after another and fixed by huge chains, and the other ends of the chains were put around the necks of five golden dragons.

The altars are stacked layer upon layer, like millstones.

Five golden dragons pulled the millstones, and a hundred thousand ancient and terrifying gods jumped into the millstones and were ground into powder.

Now, I see this vaguely similar altar again.

Chen Huangpi suddenly felt as if lightning flashed through his mind.

He felt that perhaps there was some connection between the two, but there was too little information to tell exactly what it was.

Moreover, it cannot break the current situation.

"Huang Er, your Escape One Divine Light is also useless?"

The brass oil lamp said, "The eight directions are confused, and the light can't shine out. I can't guide you."

"Unless this formation can be destroyed."

"Is it ruined?"

The brass oil lamp hesitated to speak.

When Chen Huangpi saw this, his heart suddenly turned cold.

Yes.

A corpse of an immortal could be buried in this place.

Since all the arrangements are related to immortals.

How could it be destroyed so easily?

At this moment, the black coffin in the center of the altar suddenly trembled.

Then there was a click.

The black coffin flashed through a crack.

As soon as the gap appeared, endless black smoke like ink spread out from it.

Different from the black smoke on Chen Huangpi's body.

These are very heavy black smokes.

It spread across the ground like water.

"It's the source..."

The shadow was evil, that is, Uncle Yang's tone was extremely gloomy.

Wang Mingdao, who was inside it, asked doubtfully, "The source? The source of the pollution?"

"Yes, that's the source!"

There are many evil things in the Ten Thousand Mountains.

The source of pollution is what the evil desires most.

From one source, countless branches can extend out, and at the end of those branches are pollution sources.

There are evil things in the world outside the Shiwandashan Mountains, and naturally there are also sources of pollution.

But whether in the mountains or outside the mountains.

The source is impossible to find.

After the changes in heaven and earth, some powerful ancient cultivators took advantage of the fact that their cultivation had not dropped much and planned to destroy the source.

Just trace it back to its source anyway.

Even if you dig to the center of the earth, you still can't find the source.

Some monks speculated that the source of the pollution was most likely not in the same space as the human world.

Now it seems to be true.

One of the sources of these hundred thousand mountains is in the black coffin of the immortal corpse in the tomb of the gods.

Black smoke like water continued to emerge from the black coffin.

Do not……

More than just black smoke.

And there is a hand.

A hand covered in mud also stretched out from the crack of the black coffin.

As soon as the hand came out, it flipped up and fastened onto the coffin lid.

But, what is unexpected is.

The hand did not move the coffin lid away, but instead held it tightly, trying to close it. But the next second.

The coffin lid suddenly opened.

Immediately afterwards, a humanoid creature made of yellow mud flew out of the black coffin.

There was a bang.

The black coffin closed again.

It's like spitting out some garbage.

That garbage, or the yellow peril.

The Yellow Peril's aura is extremely powerful now.

It has become a disaster.

But it was not because it swallowed the immortal corpse, but because the source in the black coffin nourished it.

However, the black coffin seemed to have consciousness.

After noticing the Yellow Peril, they immediately drove it out.

No matter how it resists, it's useless.

This scene happened too suddenly.

All the evil spirits looked at the Yellow Peril with extremely uneasy eyes.

No one knows how terrifying the Yellow Peril will become after swallowing the immortal corpse.

only……

The Yellow Peril just stared at the God Guangmu.

It gnashed its teeth and asked in a cold voice: "Guangmu, you lied to me! Where is the immortal corpse? Where is the immortal corpse!!"

As soon as these words came out.

Mangshan Jun looked astonished.

The pupils of Jieyan shrank.

Isn’t the immortal corpse in that black coffin?
Could it be that he is not inside?

Huang Hua said angrily: "There is nothing in that black coffin except the source. You clearly told me that there is a corpse of an immortal lying in it, you lied to me!"

"You must have hidden the immortal corpse, right?"

"Tell me where the immortal corpse is!"

The Yellow Peril has gone mad.

The opportunity to ascend to heaven in one step is before you.

It originally wanted to become a yellow fairy, but now everything is in vain.

That huge sense of gap.

It simply made it impossible to maintain sanity.

Chen Huangpi also looked at the Guangmu God and asked softly, "Did you really hide the immortal corpse?"

The Supreme God Guangmu shook his head and said, "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have come here at all, and how could I have hidden the immortal corpse."

It just wants to devour those enlightened gods.

The third level was never its purpose.

Hear this.

Chen Huangpi couldn't help but ask curiously, "Where is the immortal corpse?"

The God of Guangmu said in a strange tone: "It is far away in the sky, but it is right in front of us!"

The voice just fell.

Chen Huangpi felt that countless eyes were looking at him.

He looked past them one by one.

He discovered that no matter it was Lord Mangshan, or the Eye of Disaster, or the Yellow Peril that turned into a disaster, as well as other disasters, evil spirits, and even the brass oil lamps, they all looked at him with extremely strange eyes.

"What do you see me doing?"

Chen Huangpi frowned and said, "I'm not an immortal corpse."

"Okay, you're not a fairy corpse!"

Mangshan Jun grinned and said, "Then let me have a bite, and I'll have one bite!"

Huang Hua greedily said: "The source is black smoke, and there is black smoke on you, so you are the immortal corpse!"

"ridiculous!"

Chen Huangpi just thought that they were crazy about becoming immortals.

I was born from an egg.

It’s not even a human, how can it be an immortal corpse?
As for the black smoke, that is nonsense.

Although the source of the coffin was black smoke, it was not as pure as his black smoke, and it did not have that kind of evil nature that devoured everything.

Looks similar.

But completely different.

But Chen Huangpi knew it.

Mangshan Jun and the others were not clear about this. In their opinion, what Lord Guangmu said was really stupid.

Far away, yet so close.

Is there anything that looks more like an immortal corpse than Chen Huangpi?
"Let's work together. After we capture Chen Huangpi, we will share him!"

Huang Huo and Mangshanjun looked at each other and immediately reached an agreement.

But they didn't have time to act.

The pupil of the evil eye shrank.

In the blink of an eye, the empty room was filled with light!

The entire altar turned into a vast white world.

The sword light is like a waterfall.

He immediately chopped down at Chen Huangpi.

The brass oil lamp widened his eyes, enduring the glaring pain from the sword light. He wanted to activate the divine light of escape to move Chen Huangpi to avoid the sword light, but the sword light was too fast.

It was so fast that it landed on Chen Huangpi's forehead before it could react.

"Hirome!"

The brass oil lamp didn't understand why the God Guangmu didn't take action.

It should obviously protect the tangerine peel.

Does it want to watch Chen Huangpi die and then get a piece of the pie?
And right now.

A figure stood in front of Chen Huangpi.

The sword light fell.

Directly penetrated into the body of that figure.

Then, an extremely terrifying aura that could not be described in words suddenly emanated from the figure.

Dead silence...

Dark...

But it carries an indescribable sense of lightness and detachment.