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

Chapter 287: Keep Away from the Evil Punisher
In the real world, in the southern region, there are lush green vegetation everywhere.

There are many immortal mountains and sacred rivers, with towering trees everywhere, hiding countless cultivators, demons, ghosts and monsters.

The Yellow Spring Secret Realm is in the Southern Region!
There was a disturbance in the Huangquan Secret Realm. The cultivators who had practiced the Huangquan Taoist techniques would be able to sense it no matter where they were in the real world.

Although it is secretive, the Yellow Spring Secret Realm is after all in the Southern Region and is considered a part of the Southern Region.

There are countless cultivators in the Southern Region, each with his own methods. How can the fluctuations in the Yellow Spring Secret Realm be concealed?

The movements in the Yellow Spring Secret Realm had long been sensed and secretly watched by people, who wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to get a piece of the pie.

"The Yellow Spring Secret Realm has long been occupied by many cultivators of the Yellow Spring Taoist tradition. If something unusual happens this time, I'm afraid it will be difficult for us to take action!"

"What are you afraid of!"

"The Lord of Huangquan has long since fallen. Huangquan Secret Realm was originally created by him using his great magical power to refine a part of the Southern Region of the True Realm!"

"The cultivators who practiced the Huangquan Daoist tradition have gained so much benefit from it. It is time for the Huangquan Secret Realm to return to the Southern Region!"

"Why can only the cultivators of Huangquan Daoist Sect obtain this opportunity? It should be shared by all cultivators in the Southern Region!"

At the entrance to the Yellow Spring Secret Realm, many cultivators had different thoughts and plans.

However, no one dared to act rashly. Although the Lord of Huangquan was not there, there were still many masters among the cultivators of Huangquan Taoism. No one wanted to be the first to stand out, so everyone was waiting for the opportunity.

Because of the Yellow Spring Secret Realm, the Southern Region has been noisier than usual in recent times, and there have been many more frictions and disputes, both overt and covert.

In a hidden place, two beams of fire fell quietly, one in front and one behind, revealing the figures of Grandma Ling and Chen Ming.

"This place is very close to the entrance to the Yellow Spring Secret Realm. It is the stronghold of the Five Gods cultivators in the Yellow Spring Taoist tradition." Grandma Ling said.

"In the Huangquan Daoist tradition, the Five Gods are of one lineage. What they cultivate is the heart fire, the divine fire, the ghost fire, the spiritual fire, and the karma fire. They are all formed by burning thoughts. Although they are different, they belong to the same lineage!"

When Chen Ming heard this, his heart moved, and he wanted to see the other kinds of magic techniques of the Five Gods lineage.

The method of refining the heart fire has already allowed me to recover some of my supernatural powers, and the other methods of refining should be beneficial to me as well.

Granny Ling seemed to see what Chen Ming was thinking and said, "If you want to borrow a few other spells to see, I can help you."

Chen Ming smiled and said, "Thank you very much, Brother Meng."

Grandma Ling also laughed. It was a good deal to use several other spells of the Five Gods lineage to exchange for the help of a True Lord in the realm of True Dao.

"Let's wait for the others first, and then we will enter the Yellow Spring Secret Realm together."

Granny Ling took out three incense sticks from her sleeve, lit them with her heart fire, and invisible smoke floated out, penetrating into the netherworld, leading the monks of the Five Gods lineage to join them.

"Boom!"

Suddenly there was a loud noise, followed by groans and screams.

Then a huge black cloud was seen falling from the sky.

The black shadows and dark clouds were composed of countless ghosts, emitting a strong sense of resentment.

However, there were spells that turned into chains, spreading out from the depths of the dark shadows and clouds, binding the ghosts.

"My Lord, the entrance has been cleared!"

"There were a few with good cultivation bases who were unable to stay!"

Three ghost cultivators with unclear faces and covered in blood flew from a distance and landed in front of the dark clouds.

"Humph!"

A cold snort came from the depths of the dark clouds.

Then, under the control of the curse chain, the ghosts that made up the black shadows and dark clouds began to wriggle, producing green phosphorous fire and emitting gloomy mist.

Countless ghosts turned into an army.

However, in the eye sockets of the warhorse, green phosphorus will-o'-the-wisp flickered, and the soldier driving the car had no head, with black air pouring out of his neck. Human skin lanterns were rising in the air around the soldiers and horses.

There was only one intact flag with the word "official" written on it in red on a black background, which seemed to be oozing blood.

At the end of the army, six ghost cultivators whose faces could not be seen were carrying a sedan chair covered with curses.

The cold snort came from inside the sedan chair.

"How dare you, a cat, dog or ant, set your sights on the Yellow Spring Secret Realm!"

"Do you think there is no one in my Huangquan Sect?"

A voice came from the sedan again, carrying with it endless majesty.

Countless spells transformed into physical chains and flew out, probing into the void, spreading to an unknown place.

After a while, the curse chain was "whoosh" and was retracted from the void, binding several souls and true spirits, and thrown into the ghost army, becoming a part of them.

"No one is allowed near the Yellow Springs Road!"

"No one is allowed near the Yellow Springs Road!"

The sinister voice kept echoing as the troops marched towards the Yellow Spring Secret Realm with great momentum.

"Who is that? He's so impressive!" Chen Ming asked.

Granny Ling sighed and said, "That is the True Dao Realm of the Four Officials of the Huangquan Daoist Orthodoxy. The one who acts so cruelly should be the True Lord of Punishment of Evil in that sedan chair."

"So, there is more than one True Dao Realm person in the Four Officials lineage?"

"Yes, there is another Siming Zhenjun in the Four Officials lineage, but he is very low-key and mysterious, and rarely appears in the world. It is said that he is practicing in seclusion in the Yellow Spring Secret Realm, but I don't know whether it is true or not."

"Fellow Daoist Chen, what do you think of the strength of the True Lord of Punishment?"

Chen Ming smiled and looked at Granny Ling, saying, "We are both in the True Dao realm, and although there are differences in our strengths, how can we tell unless we use our full strength?"

"ridiculous!"

"Meng Lingpo, that's the True Lord of Punishment of the True Dao Realm, how dare you talk nonsense behind his back!"

"Don't you think you have achieved the truth?"

"And this person next to you, what is his cultivation level? How can he tell the strength of a True Lord?"

"If the Master attacks with all his strength, the aftermath alone will probably kill you. And you dare to brag here!"

While Chen Ming was talking to Granny Ling, a ghostly fire fell and transformed into a skinny old man, who shouted with disdain.

When the spirit lady saw the person coming and sensed his breath, her face changed and she said in a cold voice: "I thought it was someone else, it turns out to be you, the dead candle."

"Why, now that you have become stronger, you dare to act so presumptuous in front of me!"

"Wuzhuzi, have you forgotten what you looked like in front of me when you were weak?"

Wuzhuzi let out a strange cry and shouted, "Meng Lingpo, if you achieve the realm of true Dao, I will give you three points, but I will only look up to you! Now my strength is not much worse than yours!"

Wuzhuzi said this, revealing his own aura.

As expected, she is very similar to Grandma Ling and has already touched the edge of the realm of true Tao!
"You have gained some opportunities, but you have become so rampant. How could the Five Gods lineage produce a brainless person like you!" Grandma Ling was very rude. Her white hair fluttered and pieces of yellow paper flew out of her sleeves.

A stream of smoke came out of the ghost's mouth and fell on the yellow paper. The yellow paper broke into pieces and fell on Wuzhuzi's body, burning and corroding him.

"It's this trick again!"

There was a faint light flickering in Wuzhuzi's eyes, and he actually flew out.

The dim light flashed, and all the burning paper scraps on his body were swept away.

(End of this chapter)