Refining Demons to Become a Taoist: Refining 108,000 Insects at the Beginning.

Chapter 181 Refining the Fan
After a while, Chen Ming opened his slightly closed eyes.

A divine light flashed from his hand and landed on Wang Bufan's forehead.

However, it was Chen Ming who deduced a "Three Lights Soul Trapping Method" and passed it to Wang Bufan!

The "Three Lights Soul Trapping Technique" was created by Chen Ming based on the evolution of the Purple Light Soul Trapping Technique, integrating the refining and arraying techniques of the three lights of the sun, moon and stars in the white bone jade bottle.

By practicing this method, there will be no obstacles in reaching the realm below the True Immortal.

Even when one reaches the realm of eternal longevity, one can use the three divine lights of the sun, moon and stars to overcome disasters and condense the Three Lights Divine Flower.

This method is similar to the sword technique passed on to Zhang Xueyao and they share the same origin.

Moreover, the methods that Wang Bufan and Zhang Xueyao are practicing now all came from Chen Ming and originated from the white bone jade bottle in Chen Ming's silver flower.

This can be regarded as breaking away from the original Shenxiao lineage and becoming truly Chen Ming's direct disciple.

As for Qin Yuyan, the magic formula he practiced was taught by Chen Ming in the beginning, and its root was in Chen Ming's Red Emperor's body.

He also had the Nine-Heart Lotus Lamp that Chen Ming had refined for him. Now all he had to do was practice according to the steps.

Chen Ming looked at Wuhun again.

Wu Hun had just reached the state of concentration at this time, but was still far behind the other disciples.

But this is not because Wu Hun did not work hard enough, but because he was originally a demon cultivator who transformed into a ghost, and he absorbed incense to refine his soul. Without a body, his foundation was messy.

Later, he followed Qin Yuyan into Chen Ming's school, and was taught magical skills and techniques, which gradually improved his foundation.

Only now, with the help of his magical powers, he has cultivated a ghostly fire body, and his foundation has been made up. He has just achieved the state of concentration.

Whether he can catch up with other disciples in the future depends on Wuhun’s own luck.

Chen Ming now still remembers the promise he made.

Other disciples have treasures to protect themselves, but Wu Hun is the only one who lacks one.

When Chen Ming bestowed the Nine-Heart Lotus Lamp on Qin Yuyan, he said that he would bestow the treasure on him once Wu Hun had cultivated his Dharma body.

Now that the Black Soul has been accomplished, Chen Ming will naturally not break his promise to his disciple.

But Chen Ming had cultivated all the way and did not have any treasures on him.

It is a bit difficult to refine a treasure now.

"Ok?"

"Have it!"

Chen Ming had an idea as soon as he thought about it.

He called the bone jade bottle into his hand, shook it gently, and heard a rustling sound coming from the bottle.

When Chen Ming poured it out, what came out was a ball of green and oily phosphorous fire.

The phosphorus fire was emitted from a small green sword.

This poisonous phosphorus fire sword is a treasure refined by Yi Tianxing.

Most of the people in Chenxing Sect practice swordsmanship, and their treasures are mostly various swords. They all practice sword magic.

It just so happens that the Phosphorus Poison Fire Sword that Yi Tianxing cultivated also belongs to the fire path.

However, Yi Tianxing's sword is a real immortal magic weapon. It is useless when given to Wu Hun.

Chen Ming naturally would not take the easy way out, but he had his eyes on the hilt of Yi Tianxing's Phosphorus Poisonous Fire Sword.

The hilt of the sword was actually a piece of wind, fire and poisonous wood.

The poison in his sword light came from the hilt of the sword.

Chen Ming slashed the white air in his hand and separated the hilt of the sword.

Then, a divine light flashed in Chen Ming's hand again, and the hilt of the sword turned back into a piece of wind, fire and poisonous wood.

"The refining materials are here!"

When Chen Ming took the hilt, the sword was destroyed and fell apart.

The sword body turned into golden energy and was thrown into the plain cloud flag by Chen Ming, adding to the flag's heritage.

The remaining ball of phosphorus Yin Fire lost its supporting carrier and began to weaken bit by bit.

Chen Ming snapped his fingers, and the phosphorus Yin fire fell on the wind, fire and poisonous wood.

"change!"

Chen Ming shouted softly, but he used the phosphorus fire to refine the piece of wind and fire poison wood. The wind and fire poison wood was also very magical, it was not burned to ashes, but turned into a ball of black liquid.

But as it was calcined, the dark liquid gradually became transparent.

After figuring out the characteristics of wind, fire, poison and wood, Chen Ming also had an idea.

"Congeal!"

Chen Ming's finger gestures changed, and the liquid transformed from wind, fire, poison and wood gradually solidified.

As Chen Ming wished, it turned into a fan made up of five feathers.

The phosphorus fire, which was about to go out, was like a young swallow returning to its nest. It slipped away and flew into a feather in the fan.

The feather instantly turned into a bright green color.

There are four feathers left, but they are still transparent in color.

Chen Ming waved the fan lightly, and a beam of poisonous phosphorus fire flew out from the fan, circled in the air, flew back again, and drilled into the fan.

"Yes, this fan is enough for you!"

Chen Ming dropped the fan into Wu Hun's hands.

Wuhun held the fan, extremely excited.

He had personally seen the fan being refined, and knew what powerful treasure was used.

Now that Chen Ming has become a true immortal, the treasures he has refined are naturally different from before. This is because he is afraid that the power of the treasures is too great and Wu Hun cannot use them, so they have been reduced a lot.

However, if Wu Hun holds the fan and has enough magic power to fan out the flames from it, I'm afraid that even the cultivators in Guiyuan Realm will have to retreat.

"Although the power of the flame in the fan has been reduced, its essence is still high!"

"Don't use it lightly unless it's a critical moment. Otherwise, your mana will not be able to support it. If it is drained, you will die!"

"This jade feather will serve as your life-saving trump card!"

"As for the remaining four empty feathers, you have to practice your magical powers to get in!"

"No matter what kind of magical power is used in it, it will bring poisonous gas." Chen Ming said.

"Thank you, Master, for the treasure!" Wu Hun held the fan and couldn't let it go.

Chen Ming gave some pointers to the four disciples and then let them practice on their own.

After leaving the hall, Wu Hun could no longer hold back and began to refine the fan in his hand impatiently.

The ghost fire in his magical power suddenly flowed into the fan.

When it entered the fan, the magical power was divided into two.

The ghost fire entered a feather, and the feather turned into a blue feather.

The wind that was separated was the soul-bewitching wind, and a feather also entered it, but that feather turned into a black feather.

Two fires and one wind, only two feathers were left empty on the fan.

Qin Yuyan saw this and said to Wuhun: "I'll help you!"

As he spoke, he actually separated a trace of his own Pure World Colored Glaze Burning Sky Fire, which landed on Wuhun's fan and turned into a feather.

In an instant, the feather turned red.

Wuhun's face changed, and he said, "How can you do this? For my treasure, you have damaged your own cultivation..."

Qin Yuyan smiled and said, "We are from the same sect, so we should support each other!"

"Don't say anything else!"

Wu Hun knew Qin Yuyan's character, and knew that he would never take back what he had given, so he could only keep this friendship in his heart.

With only one feather left, Wuhun suddenly had an idea, and a transparent old crow flew out from his body.

The old crow quacked and landed on the last feather.

As the transparent crow disappeared, the feather turned into pure white.

"That's it!" Wuhun smiled.

With a gentle wave, the fan blew out a soul-enchanting wind, which helped the fire. The ghost fire and the purifying glass sky-burning fire rose up. Along with the wind and flames, there was also the crow's noisy cry, shaking the soul.

There should have been three kinds of flames, but Wu Hun did not dare to activate the phosphorus Yin fire, for fear of draining his magic power.

(End of this chapter)