The Hundred Deaths and No Life Person only grew in the netherworld.
Such a strange thing could not grow in the human world.
Chen Huangpi estimated that the Seventy-two Secret Pills Explained that Xu Qingshan had given him should be from before the heavenly change.
At that ti, the entrance to the Yellow Springs and the human world had not yet been closed.
Because even the yellow mud for creating gods could be easily obtained, let alone a main ingredient for the Heavenly Poison Pill.
But it was different now.
According to the Soul-Hooking Ghost, only when the earth dragon turned over would the Hundred Deaths and No Life Person have a chance to co to the human world with the mud spewing from the Yellow Springs.
Chen Huangpi didn't want to wait long.
He impatiently carried the brass oil lamp and left the Pure Immortal Temple.
"Strange, the fog is so thick today."
Chen Huangpi stood at the mountain gate and looked down the mountain path.
The white fog below was pervasive.
It was as thick as ink that couldn't be dissolved, but it was white.
At the right ti, the Soul-Hooking Ghost's voice sounded, "This white fog is a bit strange. I can't see through it. Contract master, you have to be careful. I always feel that sothing is not right."
The brass oil lamp hanging from Chen Huangpi's waist rolled its eyes.
It was right to be strange.
This fog was created by the Temple Master.
If you could see through it, what would happen?
However, the brass oil lamp didn't dare to say much about this matter.
It had already said enough recently. Any more and it would really be crossing the line.
Although the Temple Master was mad, he wasn't dead yet.
He would beco lucid from ti to ti.
Besides protecting Chen Huangpi, it would rather do nothing than make a mistake.
Chen Huangpi didn't care about the fog.
He was too familiar with the path on Mount Yuqiong. He knew how to walk it even with his eyes closed.
Without even thinking, he plunged into the fog.
The Soul-Hooking Ghost was on tenterhooks.
But seeing Chen Huangpi walking in the fog without any strangeness, it was a little surprised.
"Could it be that I was wrong?"
"Is this really just ordinary fog, just a little whiter?"
The Soul-Hooking Ghost couldn't tell. It wanted to jump out of the Soul-Hooking Manual to try, but as soon as this thought arose, it felt a sense of terror that made its heart pound.
It didn't dare to act rashly.
It only dared to hide in the Soul-Hooking Manual and watch as Chen Huangpi ignored the white fog, wind rising under his feet, and walked to the foot of the mountain in the blink of an eye.
"As expected."
The Soul-Hooking Ghost saw so clues and thought to itself, "When I watch him walk, even the fallen leaves and stones under his feet will actively avoid him. It's as if he is the favorite child of this mountain. The white fog was probably created by the Temple Master. It's normal that it can't hurt him."
At this ti, Chen Huangpi suddenly stopped.
"Ah Gui, Huang Er, did you hear anything?"
"No."
" neither."
"Then I must have been hearing things."
Chen Huangpi shook his head. When he was walking down just now, he seed to have heard sothing.
But when he listened carefully, he couldn't hear it anymore.
"Forget it. I see that the fog outside the mountain has dispersed. If we walk faster, we might be able to reach the place Ah Gui ntioned before dark."
After Chen Huangpi finished speaking, the essence qi between his two kidneys gathered around his body.
With just one step forward, he had crossed a distance of ten feet.
In place, Song Qiuyue and the other cultivators were terrified.
Just now, a cloud of white fog had suddenly risen on the mountain path.
The white fog was very strange. It didn't disperse, nor did it spread. Instead, it gathered together to form a human shape, as if a person had put on a layer of armor.
It ca straight at them.
At that mont, everyone thought that the evil old Daoist had made a move. Their hearts were filled with despair.
But in the end, the existence wrapped in white fog just brushed past them.
It was completely uninterested in them.
It was as if it hadn't seen them at all.
"There seems to be a person hidden inside. He's not tall, like a child."
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone fell silent.
The human shape ford by the fog was indeed not tall, not even reaching their chins.
That is to say, if there was really a person inside, he would be at most less than 1.5 ters tall.
He was indeed a child.
"That old Daoist doesn't want the Huangpi kid to see us."
"What exactly is he trying to do?"
"Could it be that he wants to raise us in captivity?"
"It shouldn't be."
Song Qiuyue forced a smile and said, "If he wanted to eat us, why would he go to so much trouble? Besides, my uncle hasn't received any news for so long. He will definitely notice that sothing is wrong. Perhaps he is already sending people to save us."
After speaking, she walked in front of everyone.
The fog behind them also pressed in step by step.
It never gave them any room to retreat.
...
On the other side, Chen Huangpi was walking faster and faster, and the surrounding fog had also disappeared.
The Soul-Hooking Ghost was leading the way for him.
According to the Soul-Hooking Ghost, the place where the evil entities gathered was a cave.
When you entered during the day, you couldn't see anything strange.
But at night, the scene inside would beco absurd and strange.
Sotis it was pavilions and towers.
Sotis it would even turn into a restaurant.
It was as unpredictable as a mirage.
Evil entities were not without intelligence. It was just that so could not speak human words, while others could.
It was unknown which evil entity had discovered this place while wandering at night.
Later, all the evil entities in the Hundred Thousand Mountains knew about it.
The previous contract master of the Soul-Hooking Manual, that is, the headless person, had been there a few tis.
The Soul-Hooking Ghost also knew from this that there was a mountain patroller in the Hundred Thousand Mountains.
The evil entities communicated with each other and would even exchange so things.
"No wonder you said there would be the Hundred Deaths and No Life Person in that place. This is clearly a market."
Chen Huangpi was filled with longing.
Before his master went mad, he would tell him so things about the outside world.
Among them were markets and bazaars.
As long as you had money, you could eat as many candied hawthorns as you wanted.
Therefore, Chen Huangpi had actually long since decided that if he had the chance in the future, he would definitely go to the markets and bazaars to see and broaden his horizons.
The Soul-Hooking Ghost said, "It's not wrong to say it's a market. Before it gets dark, when we get there, we might even be able to catch the morning market."
"It's already dark. How can it be called a morning market?"
Chen Huangpi shook his head, "It should be called a night market."
"Family, this ghost is not wrong."
The brass oil lamp explained, "Don't forget, the Temple Master said that the heavens have shown a strange phenonon, and day and night are confused. After six days and six nights, day and night will be redefined. The current night is the dayti before the heavenly change. For the evil entities, it is indeed a morning market."
Hearing this, Chen Huangpi rembered.
Previously, in the fox mountain god's mory, that First Senior Brother had indeed said this.
But if that was the case, weren't the current people and evil entities completely reversed?
Who was the person, the one who was active at night and rested during the day?
"It's a good thing I co out during the day and at night. Otherwise, it would be too strange."
Chen Huangpi muttered to himself.
At this ti, the Soul-Hooking Ghost spoke, "It's getting dark soon. I feel that there are evil entities wandering nearby. Contract master, you have to put on my skin."
If he didn't put on its skin, let alone go to the morning market, Chen Huangpi would be surrounded by a swarm of evil entities as soon as he reached the entrance of the cave. At that ti, he would not be able to escape even if he had wings.
The brass oil lamp said warily, "Don't play any tricks. I'll be watching you."
"Don't worry, Huang Er. I believe Ah Gui!"
Chen Huangpi comforted the brass oil lamp.
He had been in danger several tis. If the Soul-Hooking Ghost wanted to do sothing bad, why would it have to wait until now?
And the Soul-Hooking Ghost had even helped him a little before.
It was not too much to give it a little trust.
So, Chen Huangpi said to himself in his heart, "If it wants to do sothing bad, I'll stab it through with one sword strike. At that ti, don't be stingy with your true fire. It's just a ghost. It can't play with us."
The brass oil lamp replied, "Don't worry. I will definitely not hold back against it."
The Soul-Hooking Ghost couldn't see Chen Huangpi and Huang Er's thoughts.
After all, it had not practiced the Dog Rearing Scripture.
It only thought of Chen Huangpi as a good boy who knew how to repay kindness.
"Contract master, you watch carefully. I'm coming out of the Soul-Hooking Manual."
As it spoke, the Soul-Hooking Manual flew out of Chen Huangpi's clothes and floated in mid-air.
The Soul-Hooking Manual opened page by page without any wind.
A cold, evil, and obscure aura spread out.
At so point, wisps of yellowish fog began to perate the surroundings.
A huge skeleton, about a hundred ters tall, was looming in the fog. Its two black and red eyes were emitting a strong baleful qi.
This was the Soul-Hooking Ghost's true body.
"You ate Twelfth Madam's soul. Why haven't you changed at all?"
Chen Huangpi raised his head and carefully looked at the Soul-Hooking Ghost's yellowish skeleton. Even the bite marks on it showed no signs of fading.
That was the soul of a Nascent Soul cultivator.
Did it have no effect at all?
The Soul-Hooking Ghost lowered its head and said to Chen Huangpi, "Your master gnawed into this state. My true form has beco like this. Even if I recover to my peak, I can't grow flesh and skin. Only by returning to the netherworld and sinking into the Yellow Springs can I be revived."
In fact, the first ti it had eaten the souls of Lin Ye and the other cultivators, it had felt that sothing was wrong.
After swallowing Twelfth Madam's Nascent Soul soul, it was already certain.
Unless it could return to the netherworld and the Yellow Springs one day, it would be in this miserable state until it died.
"But this is also good."
The Soul-Hooking Ghost said, "In the future, when I collect debts for you, others will underestimate when they see like this. It's a good disguise."
"But you have no flesh and skin. How can I put on your skin?"
Chen Huangpi really couldn't think of a way. He couldn't just drill into the skeleton, right?
Wouldn't that be seen through at a glance?
It wasn't evil at all.
The Soul-Hooking Ghost said, "It's fine. Bones as skin, skin as bones. I can turn into a suit of yellow bone armor and put it on you. It can definitely block your true body."
With that, the Soul-Hooking Ghost's huge skeleton scattered.
Then it wrapped around Chen Huangpi and stuck to him. All the bones were shrinking.
"Huang Er, I've grown taller, even taller than master!"
Chen Huangpi only felt it was novel, as if he had gotten a new toy.
He was wearing armor made of bones.
It was a perfect fit, extrely fitting.
And because of this yellow bone armor, he had grown a lot taller out of thin air.
He was nearly two ters tall.
But he could move very freely.
The brass oil lamp did not respond, just secretly guarded against the Soul-Hooking Ghost.
Once it felt that sothing was wrong, it would attack from both inside and outside and imdiately make a move.
"Contract master, don't move around."
The Soul-Hooking Ghost's skull hovered above his head and said, "When I put it on your head, I will control you. You don't have to speak either, so that the evil entities won't see through it."
Its skull was shrinking.
When it had shrunk to the point where it could just fit on Chen Huangpi's head, it sank down.
But as soon as it was put on, Chen Huangpi's mind exploded with a bang.
One by one, characters like flowers, birds, fish, and insects appeared in his mind. It was the entire Yin-Yang Harmonization and Spirit Transformation Art.
This technique was also automatically cultivated.
Although Chen Huangpi had not produced a six-yin spirit besides his skin turning white and his six senses becoming more sensitive, he did feel that sothing was brewing in his mind.
And at this ti, the Soul-Hooking Ghost's head was on his head.
That thing was imdiately stimulated.
(End of Chapter)
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