Strange Cultivation: I'm the Yellow-Skinned Taoist Master

The first year of cultivation. The aged yellow skin is like copper and iron, impermeable to fire or water. With every gesture, black smoke billows. The master said, "That's spiritual energy." In the second year of cultivation. Chen Huangpi was itchy unbearably. A hundred evil eyes broke free from his flesh and blood, wantonly spreading malice. The master said, "This is called supernatural power." After a hundred years of cultivation, Chen Huangpi's eighteen feet were rooted in the netherworld, and his nine heads soared straight into the clouds. A single mouthful of blood would produce obscure and evil, decadent music. He calls himself the Master of the Yellow Skin Sect. Chen Huangpi looked up and saw his master sitting upright in the Ninth Heaven, his entire body bluish-black. In his shadow, countless deities, immortals and Buddhas were struggling and wailing. "Master, are we really cultivating immortality?" "

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