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

By the time when Su Yuan Zhenren's clone recovered from stiffness and slowness, it was too late.

He had already entered Chen Ming's white bone magic pot, fell into the blood bead in the pot, and was constantly being drained of his spiritual power.

But after all, he was the clone of a cultivator in the Concentrated Spirit Realm, and he kept struggling, shaking the white bone magic pot.

Chen Ming urged his magic power, chanted a spell, and the five-colored light behind him flashed, suppressing the white bone magic pot.

After a stalemate of three days, Su Yuan Zhenren's clone was completely refined by the white bone magic pot and became a purple-glowing insect in the blood bead of the magic pot.

"Good insect, good insect, this insect is also a great help against the cultivator in the Concentrated Spirit Realm!"

Chen Ming collected the five-colored light and said while holding the white bone magic pot in his hand.

The Blue Lotus Monk also restrained his magical power and said, "Hey, Daoist friend's magical power has improved rapidly and increased its power!"

"Thanks to the divine monk's secret action, otherwise it would not be so easy to refine the clone of Su Yuan Zhenren!" Chen Ming said.

Who knew that the Blue Lotus Monk, not knowing whether he was pretending or because of his magical power, actually said with a confused look on his face: "What does it have to do with me? I just read a passage of scripture."

"Are you talking about Su Yuan Zhenren of Shenxiao Sect?"

"I haven't seen any Su Yuan Zhenren. Could it be that someone from Shenxiao Sect has been here, why didn't I see him?"

The Blue Lotus Monk said seriously, without a trace of falsehood.

Chen Ming secretly clicked his tongue: "How can this be the Blue Lotus Divine Monk? He is obviously a demon monk. I don't know how he cultivated his Buddhist Dharma..."

"By the way, Daoist friend invited me to watch the ceremony and see the old crow enter the temple to become a god. Why can't I see the old crow?" The Blue Lotus Monk asked in confusion.

Chen Ming was surprised. He understood why the Blue Lotus Monk, who was at the level of Concentrated Spirit, was so easily affected by the magical power of the Fairy Yuan Zhen and had his memory obscured.

It turned out that his own magical power of obscuring perception had the disease of forgetting memory. If he used it too much, it would always have an impact.

"That old crow..."

Before Chen Ming finished speaking, the wind suddenly blew in the temple.

The wind blew loudly, getting stronger and stronger, and whistled.

Finally, a "quack" cry suddenly came out in the strong wind.

Then, a green soul fire burned in the wind, and a small crow flew out of the wind and fire.

The crow opened its mouth and sucked in the wind and fire, and its body suddenly swelled up, revealing a young man with black hair, black pupils and black clothes.

However, the young man's eyebrows were full of murderous intent, and he held a white bone staff in his hand. The white bone staff had a green soul fire on it. At first glance, he was not a good person.

"Daoyou Wuhun?"

Chen Ming swept his mind and called out.

The young man, with a hoarse voice, said: "It's me, I have understood the Dao, and the past is gone!"

"Well, Daoyou Wuhun has been reborn in the wind and fire, and has realized the Dao. It's a good thing to celebrate. I hope you can concentrate your mind in the future!"

Chen Ming saw clearly that Wuhun had changed after this life-and-death catastrophe. He was no longer the timid ghost cultivator before.

The reborn Wuhun was full of murderous intent, and even his appearance became that of a young man.

"Thank you for saving me!" Wuhun bowed to Chen Ming and said.

Chen Ming accepted Wuhun's gift and said: "This time, I have offended the Shenxiao Sect. What are Daoyou Wuhun's plans next?"

The reason for asking this question is that although Wuhun has been reborn in the Nirvana and his strength has greatly improved, he is still at the visualization realm. If the Shenxiao Sect's concentration realm comes, Wuhun will still be difficult to resist.

Wuhun said, "My way is to cultivate through killing. I have no form. As long as the killing thought in my heart is not extinguished, I can condense in the wind and fire, and my strength will be further improved!" "I will stay in this Jinyang City and become the god in this temple with this ghost body!" "Whoever comes to kill me, as long as my thought is not dead, I will fight to the death. If I can't defeat the cultivators of concentration, their disciples will never have a peaceful day!" What Wuhun said was true, but the way of Nirvana he understood was still flawed. Although every time he condensed again after death, his killing nature increased greatly and his strength became stronger, he would lose a decade of life. When his life was over, he would die completely. But this was Wuhun's own secret, and he would not tell it. Chen Ming secretly said that Wuhun had gone from one extreme to another. In the future, he would be a terrible and difficult demon. However, Chen Ming had no prejudice against this, as he himself was often regarded as a demon. In Chen Ming's mind, whether it is the righteous path or the demon, the methods they practice are just external means.

Keep the bottom line in your heart, so what if the demonic means are used? Buddha and demon are just a thought!

The Blue Lotus Monk was standing aside, and seeing Chen Ming and Wuhun, the two demons, talking happily, he nodded secretly.

The Buddhism he practiced was a bit biased, and he was quite in agreement with Wuhun's understanding of the killing path.

"Fellow Daoist Wuhun, since you have made up your mind, lay the foundation. I will watch the ceremony with the Blue Lotus Monk here!" Chen Ming said.

"Okay!"

Wuhun responded and flew to the altar.

He chanted a spell, and the wind calmed the soul, emitting a mysterious breath, and fell into Jinyang City.

The people in the city got the soul-soothing air in the wind, as if they had a sense of belonging, and their hearts were touched, and they produced incense, intertwined with the mysterious breath, and returned to the temple again.

"God's Domain, open!"

The Black Soul shouted, and the mysterious aura interwoven with incense condensed and turned into a God's Domain.

The faith and incense of Jinyang City were all put into it and used by the Black Soul.

The aura of Wuhun surged, and the rich incense was refined into a divine body by him, but it still couldn't cover his sharp murderous nature.

His murderous nature flowed into Jinyang City along with the incense, and the people in the city were influenced by him, and their eyebrows and eyes were more bloody than before.

"The way of the gods has a profound impact on mortals!"

Chen Ming sensed the changes in the aura in the city, which was quite different from the Minping tribe that believed in auspicious spirits, and couldn't help but sigh.

"Today, I entered the temple to practice, and two seniors in the state of concentration came to watch the ceremony. Wuhun was alone and had nothing to repay.

This is a magical power that I realized when I was in Nirvana, called 'Ghost Fire in the Wind'. Give it to the two seniors as a thank you gift!"

Wuhun condensed two "Ghost Fire in the Wind" in his hand and handed them to Chen Ming and the Blue Lotus Monk.

The two "ghost fires in the wind" are not simple. They contain the meaning of killing nirvana that Wuhun suddenly realized, which is very strange.

This kind of sudden enlightenment is also very precious for the cultivators in the Concentrated Spirit Realm. Maybe they can comprehend new magical powers from it and improve their strength.

Although there is only a very small possibility, it is also very rare.

The Blue Lotus Monk sensed the characteristics of the ghost fire in the wind and felt that it would be of great use to him in the future!

He collected it solemnly, put his hands together, chanted the Buddha's name, and said: "Thank you, fellow Taoist Wuhun!"

Chen Ming looked at the "ghost fire in the wind", his heart moved, and counted with his fingers.

After a while, Chen Ming handed the "Ghost Fire in the Wind" to Wuhun again and said, "Leave this flame here for now, Daoist friend!

When a young man named Qin Yuyan who can practice with flames comes, Daoist friend Wuhun can give this flame to him!

But, Daoist friend Wuhun, don't tell him, I left it to him."