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

Chapter 94: The real person teaches his supernatural powers and does not speak in secret
Following the five-colored light behind Chen Ming, it shot into the void.

In the void, the five directions are shaking!
The figures of five emperors appeared. The White Emperor of the West and the Green Emperor of the East had turned into entities and descended from the void to the top of the mountain.

The other three emperors were still illusory, but they also descended, and their power was also extraordinary.

Five emperors descended and landed behind Chen Ming, transforming into five colored divine lights of green, yellow, red, black and white, interweaving into one.

After seeing such a powerful presence, the monks lowered their heads and dared not look closely, for fear of being blinded by the five-colored divine light.

Chen Ming's body became blurry in the five-colored divine light, making it difficult to see clearly. His voice slowly resounded across the mountaintop:
"I use the five elements to refine the devil and achieve magical powers!"

"I will tell you today and open the door to my magical powers!"

For a moment, along with Chen Ming's voice, the five elements flowed, condensed into five-colored fairy flowers, fell to the ground, and turned into five elements again, slowly dissipating.

Chen Ming talked about the withering and flourishing of green trees, the killing of gold energy, the turning of black water into thunder, the granting of earth by the stars, the heart fire of all spirits, and the five magical skills in turn.

By the time Chen Ming finished explaining the magical skills, 49 days had passed.

After listening to this, some of the cultivators compared the magic skills they had cultivated with their own skills. Some cultivators who had shallow foundations and did not have any good skills thought that this was an opportunity sent by heaven and immediately began to practice the skills that Chen Ming had talked about.

For a moment, on the top of the mountain, many auras were floating in the air, vast and mighty, and there were actually thousands of sceneries!

At some point, Chen Ming's voice had stopped, and the five-colored divine light behind him had also faded.

The cultivators were immersed in the magical skills and techniques that Chen Ming described, and they all gained some insights.

After another seven days, all the monks stopped practicing and stood up together, saying, "Thank you, Immortal!"

Chen Ming took a quick glance at all the cultivators and saw that several of them had serious expressions, as if they were worried about something.

The auras of those monks were quite deep and pure. They must have inherited a Taoist tradition and knew some secrets.

One of them was Fang Kun, the master of Dian Cang Cave, who had invited Hong Ling and Qing Ling to a banquet and changed the direction of the spiritual inspiration.

He has a good relationship with Ge Yanran from Fuhua Cave and Liu Ruxi from Luoyan Cave.

At this moment, Fang Kun looked at Ge Yanran, who was emitting a faint green light. It was obvious that she had integrated the method of the withering and flourishing of green trees into her own magical powers.

Liu Ruxi, like Ge Yanran, also learned the method of turning mysterious water into thunder.

Fang Kun had a solemn expression. Although he had listened to Chen Ming's sermon, he was still on guard. The inheritance he had originally received mentioned that cultivators in the Concentrated Spirit Realm could fabricate false techniques to seduce people.

Although it was just one or two sentences, Fang Kun also kept it in his heart.

Today, Chen Ming gave a sermon and passed down several magical techniques. Fang Kun only comprehended the mysteries in them and did not dare to practice them casually.

Fang Kun hesitated to speak. He wanted to open his mouth to remind him, but he was afraid that once he opened his mouth, he would get into trouble.

Chen Ming saw how he was hesitant, and looking at Fang Kun's aura, which was not tainted by his own magical powers, Chen Ming guessed the reason.

Chen Ming's eyes fell on Fang Kun, and Fang Kun immediately thought to himself, "Oh no! This immortal is practicing the magic method, and I have listened to his formula but not practiced it. I am afraid that today will not end well!"

"These old demons in the Concentrated Spirit Realm are not good people. How could I be so bewildered? I should not have come here at that time!"

Fang Kun retreated quietly, and once he found that the situation was not right, he would run for his life.

Chen Ming retracted his gaze, but with a smile, he said: "Master Fang, why are you retreating?"

Fang Kun was named by Chen Ming, and all the cultivators looked at him.

Fang Kun was groaning inwardly, he was caught in a dilemma and didn't know what to do.

Chen Ming smiled and said, "I know you have concerns in your heart, but you don't have to be like this!" "If you have any questions, just ask directly. Although I practice the method of refining demons, I do things openly and honestly!"

After hearing this, Fang Kun's mouth twitched and he muttered without saying anything.

Although he knew about the virtual method of the Concentrated Spirit Realm, it was a secret. Once he spread it out of his mouth, he would offend all the cultivators in the Concentrated Spirit Realm in the world.

Fang Kun groaned bitterly. He felt like he was being roasted on the fire and couldn't break the impasse.

Just when Fang Kun didn't know how to respond, Chen Ming's voice rang out, saying: "The several magical powers I have taught are the methods of cultivating myself, and the root is in my body."

"Once you have cultivated, you must not have any other thoughts, otherwise all your cultivation will be wasted!"

"There is no such thing as a free benefit in this world. If you want something, you have to pay the price!"

After saying that, Chen Ming waved his hand, and streaks of light flew out of the bone magic jar.

The stream of light looked like a talisman, but in fact it was the transformation of the insects in Chen Ming's jar.

"If you don't want to cultivate my magical power, then transform this talisman into your body, and my magical power will no longer work, and it won't hinder your cultivation in the future!"

Chen Ming spoke calmly, waiting for the monks to make their choice.

On the top of the mountain, all the monks suddenly became noisy and excited.

"I thought I had found an opportunity, but I didn't expect it to be a wolf's den and a tiger's lair!"

"When I first saw Xuan Mingzi's behavior, I thought he was a good person, but I didn't expect he was such a cunning demon!"

"This is how to do?"

"What else can we do? We are just like fish on the chopping board, at the mercy of others!"

For a moment, all the monks were in a state of panic.

The noise gradually died down and the scene became eerily quiet.

Those colorful talismans were suspended in front of every cultivator, waiting for their choice!

Chen Ming did not urge them, and finally a cultivator could not help himself and reached out to take the talisman in front of him.

In an instant, the talisman penetrated into the body of the cultivator, and the magical energy belonging to Chen Ming in his body disappeared without a trace, and he could no longer operate it. He only remembered the name of the magical power, but could not remember any content about the spell.

The monk used his magic power and found nothing unusual from before, so he felt relieved.

"Master, please have mercy!" The monk stood up and left the top of the mountain without looking back.

The monks saw that the monk left safely, and then some of them reached out to take the talisman, dissolved their magical powers, and left one by one.

At this point, Chen Ming looked at Fang Kun and said, "Master Fang, do you think I am fair and aboveboard and never force anyone to do anything?"

Fang Kun was trembling with fear. When he saw Chen Ming's gaze, his mind raced and he suddenly realized that he had become a pawn of the old devil Chen Ming.

If I can't make this old devil end well today, I'm afraid I won't have a good ending.

Even though those monks used talismans to dissolve their magical powers, no one stopped them from leaving.

But the talisman that could dissolve the magical power came from the white bone magic jar in the hands of the old demon Chen Ming. Who knew if there was any backup plan? Fang Kun didn't dare to think about it any further.

(End of this chapter)