Yellow Skinned Taoist Master

Chapter 29: It's Xu Qingshan's Hand

Although he didn't know what would happen if he was swallowed by the darkness, Chen Huangpi didn't dare to try.

His skin was thick and his flesh was tough. His master couldn't even refine his skin with the Nine Dragons Heaven Refining Furnace.

But this thing was simply too strange.

Even if it couldn't break his skin, it could probably still kill him.

Just like the yellow mud that spewed out when the earth dragon turned over.

Touching it would lead to pollution.

Whether you were a deity or an evil entity, you couldn't touch it at all.

Besides, who knew what kind of strange abilities the countless gazes behind the darkness possessed.

"Huang Er, stop spacing out. It's about to come over! Hurry up and do something!"

Chen Huangpi pressed himself against the gate. The way out was clearly behind him, but he couldn't escape at all."I'm on it, I'm on it!"

The brass oil lamp thought frantically, trying to find a way to break the situation.

But after a few breaths, it despairingly admitted that it was useless.

"I'm sorry, I really tried my best!"

Chen Huangpi was even more desperate.

"Soul-Hooking Ghost, are you there?"

"What do you want?"

"Huang Er and I are trapped. A strange thing is about to eat us. Can you see it?"

As soon as his voice fell, the Soul-Hooking Manual in Chen Huangpi's clothes emitted a cold aura.

But the next second, the cold aura froze.

"What... what the hell is this thing? It can even distort space?"

For the first time, the Soul-Hooking Ghost's voice showed a hint of terror.

And the last time was when it was gnawed into a skeleton by Chen Huangpi's master.

Chen Huangpi said anxiously, "I don't know either. This thing didn't move before. When Huang Er and I were about to leave, it suddenly started moving. It doesn't want us to leave."

The brass oil lamp also shouted, "If we die here, you won't be able to get out either. You'll be trapped here for all eternity."

"What?"

The Soul-Hooking Ghost was furious, "You haven't left all this time?"

Chen Huangpi said in a small voice, "We wanted to leave..."

The Soul-Hooking Ghost was speechless.

It was the first time it had encountered such a contract master.

After obtaining the Soul-Hooking Manual, he didn't go on a killing spree, nor did he trick people into signing contracts.

Instead, he would run around every now and then.

Last time it was the Yellow Peril, and this time it was a strange thing that even it couldn't figure out.

If it remembered correctly, it had only been two days, right?

"Hahaha."

The Soul-Hooking Ghost laughed three times, suddenly feeling disheartened.

"Chen Huangpi, if you weren't the contract master, I would really want to perish with you right now!"

As it spoke, the Soul-Hooking Ghost said no more.

No matter how much Chen Huangpi apologized and promised, it was as if it were dead.

It wasn't that the Soul-Hooking Ghost didn't want to help.

It was that it really couldn't.

It was even more desperate than Chen Huangpi.

The brass oil lamp said resentfully, "I told you long ago to kill more people. Now, even the Soul-Hooking Ghost won't help you."

Chen Huangpi said, "I want to, but where are there so many people for me to kill?"

Seeing the darkness approaching, the brass oil lamp said in despair, "Chen Huangpi, before I die, I want to return to my original form. Can you grant my last wish?"

"No."

"Why?"

Chen Huangpi said seriously, "Because if a person has an obsession, they will become a ghost after death. If I resolve your obsession, won't you not even be able to become a ghost?"

"You're so good to me, you've even arranged for my afterlife."

The brass oil lamp said with emotion, "But I'm not a person, and you're not necessarily anything either. Can we really become ghosts?"

Chen Huangpi gritted his teeth, "Then we'll become evil entities!"

"Good, it's a deal."

In fact, the brass oil lamp cared most about Chen Huangpi.

Although it had been created a long time ago, at that time, the Pure Immortal Temple was busy creating gods, and no one had time for it.

It went to find the Nine Separation Bell.

The Nine Separation Bell didn't even look at it.

It went to find the sword, and almost got a gash on its body.

It went to find Huang Yi...

That was worse than turning into an evil entity.

In the end, it only had Chen Huangpi as a friend.

"Family!"

A fierce light flashed in the brass oil lamp's eyes, and its voice was cold and ferocious, "Pour all your essence qi into me."

Chen Huangpi said, "What are you going to do?"

"Save you. Stop the nonsense, hurry up!"

"But didn't you say..."

"Say what? Did I say I was the Nine Nether Divine Lamp?"

The brass oil lamp shouted, "Don't be silly. Do you really think I, Huang Er, only have this much ability? Quick, it'll be too late if we're any later!"

Hearing this, Chen Huangpi felt a little relieved.

He quickly poured the endless stream of essence qi from between his two kidneys into Huang Er.

As if sensing his emotions, the essence qi spontaneously stopped forging the kidney temple.

Only then did Chen Huangpi discover that between his two kidneys, at some point, the frame of a temple had actually appeared. Although it was not solid, it already had a general outline.

"My kidney temple is almost forged!"

Chen Huangpi was overjoyed.

But now was not the time to be excited. He activated the Five Viscera Spirit Refining Art and frantically mobilized his essence qi.

The essence qi, as thick as a finger, even caused the brass oil lamp's body to swell.

"It's not enough, a little more!"

The brass oil lamp's voice was urgent. At this moment, an incomparably brilliant light was emitting from its body.

Its wick was burning.

But the light was firmly suppressed within its body, waiting for a chance to erupt.

At this time, the dark area was getting closer and closer.

In a few breaths, it would swallow them.

At such a close distance, the brass oil lamp could even see how crazy the vague figures were at this moment.

Chen Huangpi was a little uneasy, "Huang Er, I have a bad feeling."

"Don't be afraid. With me here, no one can hurt you!"

The brass oil lamp's voice was as usual.

But in its heart, it was saying, "Huang Yi, this move had better be as you said. Forget it, I'm begging you, don't lie to me. We are blood brothers born from the same furnace..."

One by one, complex inscriptions appeared on its body.

It was about to shine brightly.

To illuminate the entire extra area of the Pure Immortal Temple.

Even to illuminate Mount Yuqiong, to illuminate the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

This was an escape technique that Huang Yi had passed on to it.

Wherever the lamplight shone, it could arrive in an instant.

If it hadn't been divided into several thousand pieces, if it were still at its peak, this move would be easy to use.

But now, it had to borrow Chen Huangpi's essence qi.

It had to burn its own wick to use it.

A person without a heart will surely die, and a lamp without a wick is the same.

"Get ready, we're leaving!"

The brass oil lamp shouted, reminding Chen Huangpi.

The figures in the darkness were restless.

They seemed to have sensed something too.

In just the blink of an eye, the darkness approached Chen Huangpi.

The brass oil lamp was very sad, but it was afraid of scaring Chen Huangpi.

It felt that it should cry.

But its tears were lamp oil.

It was also worried that after crying, it would not have enough lamp oil to take Chen Huangpi out.

So, the brass oil lamp could only close its eyes, endure the sadness, and shout happily, "Chen Huangpi, look carefully. I didn't lie to you. I'm really powerful. I'm not worse than Huang Yi!"

But as it shouted, the words in its mouth changed to instructions.

"You've grown up, your clothes don't fit anymore. You can ask Granny Tang to make you a new set."

"The Hundred Thousand Mountains are very evil. The outside world is more suitable for you."

"Forget it, you'd better not go out. There are too many bad people outside. I'm afraid they'll bully you."

The brass oil lamp did not cry, but just shouted loudly, "Chen Huangpi, family, good friend, don't forget me! Don't forget me!"

Chen Huangpi was completely panicked, "Huang Er, don't be like this. I... I..."

He was so anxious he couldn't say a complete sentence.

He just felt an intense pain in his heart.

It was as if the sky was about to collapse.

But just at that moment, a pale hand reached out from the darkness and pushed a thick book in front of Chen Huangpi.

On the book were written the six large characters "Seventy-two Secret Pills Explained."

Even the ink hadn't dried, as if it had just been written.

Not only that, Chen Huangpi also saw a crack on the hand.

No...

It was a mouth, not a crack.

Chen Huangpi subconsciously blurted out, "Xu Qingshan, is that you?"

But after pushing the book out of the darkness, it retracted again.

All the figures behind the darkness let go of their hands.

Then, like a bowstring stretched to its limit and then released, the darkness instantly retreated.

The brass oil lamp didn't know if the tide-like darkness had held back.

Anyway, it couldn't hold back anymore.

"Damn your mother, would it kill you to do this earlier?"

The brass oil lamp desperately tried to extinguish the burning wick, but it was useless.

This move was originally just an escape technique.

It was the ability of the Golden Top Heavenly Lamp.

Huang Yi could definitely control it freely.

But this was its first time using it. How could it stop just because it wanted to?

"Huang Er, don't scare me!"

Chen Huangpi realized something was wrong and immediately panicked.

But before he could retract his essence qi, the brass oil lamp cried out in pain.

"Oh my god, I can't hold on anymore. Divine Light of Escape, escape for me!!!!"

The next second, the lamplight shone brightly.

The sky brightened.

Just as the brass oil lamp had thought, the entire extra area of the Pure Immortal Temple, starting from the scripture pavilion, was brightly lit.

Chen Huangpi saw the two Diting's children at the entrance.

They were covered by the brass oil lamp's light, and some black smoke actually came out of their bodies.

The black smoke was not the same as the one on Chen Huangpi.

It was thinner and not as pure.

Instead, it was very similar to the black smoke surrounding the mutated deity statue.

Golden Horn and Silver Horn's sixteen eyes widened, but they were stimulated by the light and shed tears, so they could only close them tightly.

"Three-inch nail, what did you do?"

"Quickly make that wild dog stop!"

Chen Huangpi did not pay attention to them, because he saw the crown of the demon tree.

The sky, which had been blocked by the demon tree's huge crown, was completely illuminated.

For the first time, Chen Huangpi saw the crown above his head.

The crown was as big as he had imagined, covering the sky and blocking the sun, blocking the red moon, not allowing a single ray of light to shine in.

But in the crown, there were fine branches, strangely intertwined to form a cocoon.

It was as if something was wrapped inside.

There were countless such cocoons, densely packed.

The demon tree did not like light.

It was furious, and its roots were uprooted.

It wasn't just it. Other things were also restless.

But the next second, with a dong, the Nine Separation Bell was rung again.

All existences quieted down.

Chen Huangpi merged into the light. To be precise, the light was carrying him.

In the blink of an eye, he disappeared from the scripture pavilion.

...

Hundred Thousand Mountains, the peak of Mount Yuqiong.

A huge sun rose.

Although it was fleeting, it briefly illuminated for a moment.

All the evil entities, deities, and even some remnant villages in the entire Hundred Thousand Mountains were attracted by this light.

"What is that?"

"It's the sun, the sun has risen? But it's clearly night!"

"That light makes me feel so warm."

"Go there, go there!"

In one temple after another, the deities sent signals to their remnant believers.

After the earth dragon turned over, the evil entities in the Hundred Thousand Mountains had not decreased, but had become more numerous.

Most terrifyingly, there was also an existence that called itself the Evil Daoist.

Wherever it passed, mortals were unharmed, but all deities were devoured by it.

The current Hundred Thousand Mountains were more dangerous than ever before.

On the other side, in a dense forest, one wooden temple after another sat on the ground.

Outside the temples, many cultivators sat cross-legged.

From one of the temples, a crisp and pleasant female voice came out, "Uncle has ordered you to find a suitable place to build a town for the relocation of refugees. Now that the deities have sensed it, you will head there tomorrow morning!"

"We obey!"

(End of Chapter)