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

Chapter 67 Today, I will protect you
Wang Bufan and Zhang Xueyao, however, didn't know.

After they collected the Shenxiao Purple Sword and the Purple Star Chain, the purple sword light that enveloped the Mirror Lake Fairy Mountain and formed a sword formation that was gradually disappearing.

It was not until they recovered and traced the route from Jinghu Fairy Mountain that they discovered that the sword formation had disappeared.

At this moment, the two of them were completely exposed to the eyes of the group of cultivators outside Jinghu Fairy Mountain.

The two of them used their body movements to try to leave.

But he was surrounded from all directions by that group of monks.

"You two got something out of this, and you want to leave like this."

“Originally, this Mirror Lake Fairy Mountain was shrouded in a purple sword formation, and we didn’t know how to enter it.

Now that the purple sword formation has disappeared, I'm afraid you have already collected all the treasures left by the Shenxiao Sect in the mountain, right?"

"I should have told everyone how to enter the Purple Light Sword Formation. You will get what you want when you have the chance!"

"Now it seems that there won't be any opportunities in there. You guys should quickly take out the treasures you got and give some to each of you. That's it."

Wang Bufan said with a cold expression, "Jinghu Fairy Mountain is right here, but we have never seen any treasure inside!"

"If you want to get an opportunity, just rely on your luck to find it inside. What are you doing stopping us two young cultivators in the visualization realm?"

"The ruins of Shenxiao Gate are among them. They have long been reduced to ashes, with no trace left. If you don't believe me, go in and take a look for yourself."

After Wang Bufan finished speaking, a cultivator flew in to check, and found that it was exactly as Wang Bufan said.

The palaces and pavilions of the Shenxiao Gate had long since disappeared, and there was nothing inside.

Only the calm surface of the Mirror Lake Fairy Mountain ripples in the breeze.

But how could those monks give up?
One of them said, "Shenxiao Gate is such a big place, but there is no treasure house or treasures left. Could it be that they have all turned to ashes?"

"You two! It must be you two who took the treasures. That's why Shenxiao Sect has such a disaster."

"I know that as long as it is a secret realm, once the core object is taken, it will be like this."

"Since you two won't cooperate, we don't believe what you say. It seems that we can only use the soul-searching technique to see whether what you say is true or false!"

Wang Bufan sneered: "Soul-searching technique? If we use the soul-searching technique, how can we survive! We will either become fools or idiots. This is clearly a way to kill us!"

Wang Bufan didn't say anything more to them.

He activated his magic power and a purple soul-trapping book appeared behind him, with purple chains extending from it.

In an instant it entangled those monks who jumped the most violently, pulled them into the Purple Light Soul Trapping Book, and refined them into tiny specks of starlight.

This action is decisive and murderous.

The monk in front of Wang Bufan quickly retreated.

One of the monks with extraordinary knowledge shouted, "And you still say you didn't get any treasures from it!"

"The magical power you used is the fundamental method of Shenxiao Sect. It turns out that you have obtained the Taoist tradition of Shenxiao Sect."

"The Divine Heaven Sect has long been destroyed. Now that you have obtained the orthodoxy, you should also make it public so that those who are predestined can practice it!"

Wang Bufan was so angry that he laughed: "Why don't you take out your magical skills and let those who are predestined to practice them."

As he was speaking, a purple chain spread out from Wang Bufan's Purple Soul Trapping Book and bound the monk who was speaking tightly.

The monk was caught off guard. He cried out and was hit.

The soul was pulled out of the body by Wang Bufan, scattered into starlight, and fell into the Purple Light Trapped Soul Book.

At this time, a cultivator in the Concentrated Spirit Realm stood up and shouted, "You are so young, but you are so cruel. You kill others just because you disagree with them. You are simply a demon."

"The Divine Heaven Sect is actually a famous and righteous sect. It is a shame that its lineage has fallen into your hands!"

This monk in the state of concentration was called Guan Xingzi. He was holding a whisk in his hand and dressed as a Taoist priest.

The white silk of the whisk in his hand fluttered and turned into a large silk hand, grabbing towards Wang Bufan. Wang Bufan wanted to retreat, but it was too late. He chanted a spell and summoned the Purple Light Star Chain from the Purple Light Soul Trapping Book behind him.

The purple star chain was like a long snake, wrapped around the big silk hand transformed from Guan Xingzi's whisk.

Although the Purple Star Chain is also a magic weapon for the Concentration Realm, it is still not enough for Wang Bufan to wield it with his Visualization Realm cultivation.

Guan Xingzi shouted loudly, and his magic power turned. The whisk retracted, and the purple star chain returned to his hand.

Guan Xingzi swept his mind and found that the Purple Star Chain was a treasure of the Concentration Realm, and he laughed out loud!

"This thing is destined for me! It's what I deserve. You are only at the visualization level, how can you possess a treasure from the concentration level?"

After saying that, he peeled off the purple star chain wrapped around the whisk, threw the whisk away, and hit Wang Bufan in the chest.

Wang Bufan's treasure was taken away and he was attacked by Guan Xingzi, so his breath weakened.

He had been protecting Zhang Xueyao behind him. When Zhang Xueyao saw Wang Bufan in such a miserable state, her eyes turned red and she stood up.

"Xueyao, come back!"

"You are no match for him!"

Wang Bufan ignored his own injuries and wanted to protect Zhang Xueyao behind him.

How could Zhang Xueyao listen to him and summoned the Shenxiao Purple Sword.

The Shenxiao Purple Sword, under Zhang Xueyao's urging, emitted rays of purple sword energy.

The purple sword energy flew towards Guan Xingzi.

The sword energy made Guan Xingzi's robe rustle and made his face hurt.

He waved the whisk in his hand to resist, but it was cut to pieces by the sword energy.

Guan Xingzi stepped back hastily, and his whisk grew white silk again, which he used to block several times before he finally dissipated the sword energy.

This was also because Zhang Xueyao’s cultivation was not high enough, otherwise the sword energy from the Shenxiao Purple Sword would have blasted him into mud long ago.

Guan Xingzi was even happier at this time, and said, "Such a magic sword is actually in your hands. Isn't it ridiculous for a child to show off with a treasure in the market?"

As Guan Xingzi said this, he was about to grab the Shenxiao Purple Sword from Zhang Xueyao's hand.

But the other several cultivators in the Concentration Realm who were present became unwilling upon seeing this.

How could Guan Xingzi get all the benefits?
So they all tried to grab it, but ended up fighting with each other.

Zhang Xueyao took advantage of the fight between several people in the Concentration State and quickly retreated with Wang Bufan.

"Xueyao, don't worry about me, take the Shenxiao Purple Sword and leave quickly. Don't, don't look back, I'm afraid it won't work."

"The real person who taught us the Dao is in the vast mountains. Go find him."

"From now on, you should practice hard. I will never say that you are not as strong as me again..."

Wang Bufan said this with a smile.

But as he laughed, tears began to flow. He started coughing hurriedly, trying to cover it up, but he coughed up blood and wiped it on his sleeve.

Zhang Xueyao felt a pain in her heart and recalled the scene when Cao Miao Village was robbed.

She reached out her hand and gently wiped Wang Bufan's face, and said in a hoarse voice: "Why did you cry? You even rubbed your face so hard that it's covered in rubbish!"

After hearing this, Wang Bufan could no longer laugh.

Zhang Xueyao carried him on her back, her clothes stained with blood.

She held the Divine Sky Purple Sword in her hand, her face cold and determined:
"Wang Bufan, I want to take you with me. You have always protected me, and now it's time for me to protect you..."

(End of this chapter)