Chapter 11 The earthy smell is too strong

Chapter 11 The earthy smell is too strong

Chapter 11 The earthy smell is too strong

"Chen Huangpi, do you feel it? It seems safe!"

The brass oil lamp transformed into a big dog and barked non-stop.

"It seems to be true."

Chen Huangpi was a little surprised. The Dog Taming Sutra allowed him to communicate with the brass oil lamp, and his spiritual perception was naturally enhanced by the latter.

The suffocating feeling of being surrounded by danger and walking on thin ice suddenly disappeared without a trace.

and.

He even felt that the evil god who was about to turn into the Yellow Peril suddenly became extremely weak.

It seems like it is about to disappear.

Chen Huangpi frowned: "The earth dragon hasn't finished turning over yet, and the yellow mud hasn't flowed back into the underworld. Why did it suddenly become like this?"

"do not know!"

The brass oil lamp shook the dog's head and asked in confusion, "Maybe those four hairy gods injured it?"

But it itself doesn't believe this.

The four gods might be able to smash and blow up the evil god, but they cannot kill it.

As long as the earth dragon's turning over does not stop and the mud coming out of the Yellow Spring does not flow back, the evil god contaminated by it will never be killed.

Moreover, the god's Dharma body was as good as paper in front of the yellow mud.

If you touch it, you will be contaminated.

No matter how powerful they are, they cannot defeat the evil god.

Then the question is, who hurt the evil god like that?
The brass oil lamp even gave the illusion that the evil god's breath was so weak that it seemed as if he was about to die.

"Huang Er, is there such a terrifying existence in the Shiwan Mountains?"

"No! Absolutely not!"

The brass oil lamp shook its head like a rattle.

What a joke, without the permission of the temple master, ten thousand mountains cannot give birth to such a powerful existence.

But that's not necessarily the case. The temple master has gone mad, and now Chen Huangpi is patrolling the mountain. Maybe there really is something evil going on. It's also possible that the evil god took advantage of this chance to catch his breath and transformed.

"Forget it, don't think about it, let's go back to the temple, I miss the temple master!"

The brass oil lamp urged Chen Huangpi on.

Chen Huangpi knew that Huang Er was not missing his master, but was afraid of him.

"I miss Master too."

The endless essence between Chen Huangpi's kidneys has become extremely weak, and the oil in the brass oil lamp has basically run out. Fortunately, it is daytime now and not as dangerous as night. Although the mountain road has been changed and the river has reversed, he can still recognize the direction of Jingxian Temple.

……

At this moment.

Above the Ten Thousand Mountains, a graceful figure was flying rapidly, seemingly looking for something.

At night, no cultivator of any level can fly.

Otherwise it will disturb the evil.

There is no such restriction during the day.

"People, people, where are the people?"

That was the voice of the Twelfth Lady.

However, at this moment, she had lost her true body and her foundation, and her Nascent Soul was already showing signs of dissipating.

When a cultivator reaches the Nascent Soul stage, he is completely different from ordinary people.

Although a lifespan of eight hundred years is a destiny.

But the body is just a bag of skin, you can change it whenever you want.

However, this is the Ten Thousand Mountains where evil is rampant. Without the blessing of the statue, she has no way of communicating with the outside world, and she can't even get in touch with those servant monks.

What’s even worse is that the scene that happened before was too horrific.

She was so frightened that she didn't even have time to think about her skin when she ran away.

At the moment, the Twelfth Lady doesn’t even know where she is. It is simply wishful thinking for her to follow the path that Chen Huangpi took to find the remnants of the people or the servants and monks to take over their bodies.

"If I had known this, I shouldn't have separated from that witch."

The Twelve Madam gritted her teeth.

When they were escaping earlier, Yubaba and she fled, one to the east and the other to the west.

If we hadn't separated, there would be room for turning back now.

However, there is only room for turnaround.

Because the mountain god that Yubaba worships is not dead.

When the Twelfth Lady thought of the scene at that time, she trembled uncontrollably.

When the strange old Taoist in white robe appeared, he wanted to eat the four gods alive. The evil god who turned into the Yellow Peril was like a pig or sheep waiting to be slaughtered. He stood there in fear and dared not move at all.

No, pigs and sheep will rebel.

The evil god is like a dish that can be eaten whenever you want.

That’s right, the dishes.

Because the Twelve Madams watched with their own eyes as the old Taoist priest in white robes opened the evil god's skull, ate the brain inside, and savored it carefully. His intoxicated expression seemed as if he had gained great satisfaction, and then he took a single bite and gnawed off most of its trunk.

Chewing sounds, swallowing sounds.

Every sound was filled with extreme cruelty.

But the old Taoist in white robe was actually savoring it.

"It smells too earthy and not tasty!"

"It's tasteless, not as good as yellow skin."

After saying that, the old Taoist in white robe really stopped trying to taste the evil god, and instead put his head close to the temple entrance.

His nose twitched.

As if I smelled something.

Then, the Twelfth Lady saw a scene that completely shattered her faith in Taoism.

“Popularity!!! It’s popularity!!!”

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

The expression of the Taoist priest in white robe became extremely distorted, as if he was crazy. The temple door exploded open, and the four gods inside fled for their lives as if doomsday had come.

But there is no way to escape.

The old Taoist in white robe just grabbed with both hands, and the statues of the four gods' true bodies kept shrinking and fell into his palms in despair.

"Spare your life! Spare your life!"

The gods high above begged desperately.

The old Taoist in white robe ignored him, opened his mouth and sucked away all the incense scent from the four gods.

The three gods transformed by the monks suddenly turned into a handful of sand. As for the Fox Mountain God.

The Twelfth Lady didn’t know about it because she had already run away in fear.

I never saw what happened next.

Besides, she didn't dare to go and see.

Who knows if the old Taoist in white robe will want to eat humans after eating the gods.

And just then.

The Twelfth Lady suddenly paused, and a look of ecstasy flashed in her eyes.

"It's that boy!"

Looking down from a high place, looking into the forest ahead, I saw a young man wearing a Taoist robe and riding a big yellow dog. It was Chen Huangpi.

What made the Twelfth Lady even more ecstatic was...

Both Chen Huangpi and the big dog sounded very weak.

For Nascent Soul cultivators, as long as the Nascent Soul does not disintegrate, the skin can be replaced at any time.

"Chen Huangpi, good brother, we are from the same family!"

"What's wrong Huang Er?"

Chen Huangpi knew what Huang Er was thinking, but he pretended not to understand.

The brass oil lamp said angrily, "You and I are in sync, how dare you ask me what's wrong? Stop talking nonsense, and quickly release the dog-taming sutra. You are too heavy, and you are about to break my waist."

Chen Huangpi said hurriedly: "Huang Er, don't worry. I certainly can't bear to see you like this. It's just that the dog-raising sutra is too weird. I have to study it carefully and can't make any mistakes, otherwise..."

"Otherwise what?"

The brass oil lamp said anxiously.

Chen Huangpi laughed inwardly, but said, "Otherwise, it might be like this time. We clearly agreed that I would be the running dog and you would be the owner, but now I am riding you. We have such a deep relationship, I must be cautious."

"Can you be so kind?"

The brass oil lamp didn't believe it and always felt that Chen Huangpi was lying.

He has thick skin and tough flesh, and even true fire cannot penetrate him.

Totally shameless.

"My dear, you don't believe me? Well, let's stop the dog training now. If something goes wrong, don't blame me!"

Chen Huangpi is angry!!
This made the brass oil lamp a little shaken.

"Benjia, my good friend, please don't be angry. I shouldn't have doubted you. It was my fault."

The brass oil lamp thought so, and then remembered that he had lied to Chen Huangpi before, saying that he was a magic weapon and could not be a dog.

Maybe it's because of this.

So the dog-raising tradition is turned upside down?

Thinking of this, it felt a little ashamed for a moment.

Chen Huangpi felt very proud when he saw this.

But just then, the brass oil lamp suddenly said, "Chen Huangpi, look, isn't that the lady flying over from the sky?"

"The Twelfth Lady?"

Chen Huangpi subconsciously looked up and met the eyes of the Twelfth Madam who was silently escaping towards him.

"Ma'am, you are not dead?"

"Yes...yes..."

The Twelfth Lady originally wanted to come behind Chen Huangpi quietly and then take over his body directly.

But who would have thought that he would be discovered as soon as he approached.

This made her feel a little apprehensive.

"Small……"

The Twelve Madam spoke, but she didn't know how to address Chen Huangpi, so she could only say, "Have you ever seen those remnants, or my servants?"

Chen Huangpi shook his head: "No, they got separated from me a long time ago."

"Then do you still remember the general direction before you got separated?"

"It seems to be in the east, but also seems to be in the west. It's very scattered and chaotic. I can't tell clearly."

Chen Huangpi is telling the truth.

He really didn't care about the whereabouts of those people.

It is naturally impossible to remember.

The Twelfth Lady showed hesitation. Her Nascent Soul body could not be delayed any longer. The breath of Chen Huangpi and the big dog was indeed weak. This might be the only chance.

In fact, if it was when the heart of Taoism was not broken by fear.

She wouldn't hesitate like that.

Once you make a decision, you will act decisively.

But, times have changed.

"Granny Yu..."

Madam Twelve suddenly looked forward and asked in surprise, "You are not dead either?"

Chen Huangpi turned his head to look, but saw nothing.

"Die!"

The Twelfth Madam screamed viciously; the sound was shocking, a method that was specifically designed to attack the soul.

At the same time, a sinister word appeared in each of her hands, emitting strange colors.

He slapped Chen Huangpi hard on the head.

He attacked without hesitation, naturally not giving Chen Huangpi any chance to react.

The brass oil lamp was different. It looked at the murderous face of the Twelfth Lady, and its two fiery dog ​​eyes were filled with ridicule.

"Silly Que!"

The temple master spent so much time refining the tangerine peel as if he were refining an elixir, but not even a single hair of his head was burnt.

You, a cultivator with only a Nascent Soul body left and whose soul is about to be torn apart, want to kill him with just a clap of your hands?
What about dreaming?
But the next second.

The brass oil lamp couldn't laugh anymore.

The moment when the Twelfth Lady slapped Chen Huangpi on the head with both hands.

Bang.

Chen Huangpi straightened his body and froze instantly.

A cold, gray, and strange light, like a film of light, flashed across his body in an instant.

Then, strange words that looked like flowers, birds, fish and insects appeared on Chen Huangpi's skin, and wisps of black smoke emerged from his pores. The black smoke was very similar to the black smoke wrapped around the mutated statue, but it carried a purer evil aura.

(End of this chapter)