Chapter 181 Refining the Fan

After a while, Chen Ming opened his slightly closed eyes.

A divine light lit up in his hand and fell on Wang Bufan's eyebrows.

But it was Chen Ming who deduced the "Three Lights Entrapment Method" and passed it on to Wang Bufan!

The "Three Lights Trapping Spirit Method" was created by Chen Ming based on the evolution of the Purple Light Trapping Spirit, and the refining and formation method of the three lights of the sun, moon and star from the White Bone Jade Vase.

By practicing this method, there will be no obstacles to the realm below the true immortal.

Even in the Longevity Realm, one can rely on the three divine lights of the sun, moon and stars to survive the calamity and condense the three divine flowers.

This method and the kendo passed down to Zhang Xueyao have the same approach and origin.

Moreover, the methods that Wang Bufan and Zhang Xueyao are currently practicing were all created by Chen Ming and originated from the Bone Jade Vase in Chen Ming's Silver Flower.

In this way, he can be regarded as breaking away from the original Shenxiao tradition and truly becoming Chen Ming's direct disciple, Wu Cha.

As for Qin Yuyan, the method he practiced was originally taught by Chen Ming, and its roots were based on Chen Ming's Red Emperor's sign body.

There is also the Nine-Heart Lotus Lamp that Chen Ming refined for him. Now he just needs to practice step by step.

Chen Ming looked at Wuhun again.

Wu Hun was able to reach the level of concentration, but he was far behind the other disciples.

But this is not because Wuhun didn't work hard enough, but because he was originally a demon cultivator and transformed into a ghost, and he absorbed incense to refine himself, so his body was missing and his foundation was messy.

Later, he followed Qin Yuyan into Chen Ming's sect, and was taught magical powers, slowly repairing his foundation.

Now, with the help of magical powers, I have cultivated the Ghost Fire Body, and the foundation has been repaired, and I have just achieved the Concentrating Soul Realm.

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

Chen Ming still remembers the promise he made at that time.

The other disciples all had treasures to protect themselves, but Wuhun was the only one who lacked the treasures to protect himself.

When Chen Ming gave Qin Yuyan the Nine-Hearted Lotus Lamp, he said that he would give him the treasure when Wu Hun cultivated the Dharma Body.

Now that Wuhun has achieved success, Chen Ming will naturally not break his promise to his disciples.

But Chen Ming succeeded all the way, but he didn't have any treasures on him.

Now it is a bit difficult to refine a treasure.

"Um?"

"Yes!"

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

He called the jade bottle of white bones into his hand and shook it gently, only to hear the sound of rattling coming from the bottle.

Chen Ming poured it out, but what came out was a ball of green and oily phosphorus and yin fire.

The phosphorus yin fire was emitted by a small green sword.

This phosphorus sinister fire sword is a treasure made by Yi Tianxing.

In Shenxing Sect, most of them are sword cultivators, and their treasures are mostly various swords and weapons, and those who practice sword light magical powers.

It just so happens that the phosphorus-yin poisonous fire sword built by Yi Tianxing also belongs to the fire path.

But Yi Tianxing's sword is a true immortal magic weapon, but it is not suitable for Wuhun.

Naturally, Chen Ming would not try to save trouble like this, but he took a fancy to the hilt of Yi Tianxing's phosphorus poisonous fire sword.

The hilt of the sword was a piece of wind-fire poisonous wood.

The poisonous energy in his sword light came from the hilt.

Chen Ming cut off the sword hilt with a slash of white energy.

Then, there was another flash of divine light in Chen Ming's hand, and the sword hilt turned into a wind-fire poisonous wood again.

"The material is ready!"

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

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

The remaining phosphorus yin fire lost its supporting carrier and weakened little by little.

Chen Ming flicked his fingers, and the phosphorus and yin fire fell on the wind and fire poison wood.

"change!"

Chen Ming shouted softly, but he used the phosphorus and yin fire to refine the piece of wind-fire poisonous wood.

The Wind Fire Poison Wood was also very magical. Instead of being burned to ashes, it turned into a mass of pitch black liquid.

But with the calcination, the dark liquid gradually became transparent.

After figuring out the characteristics of Wind Fire Poison Wood, Chen Ming also had an idea.

"Condensation!"

Chen Ming's finger technique changed, and the liquid formed by wind, fire, and poisonous wood gradually solidified.

Following Chen Ming's thoughts, it turned into a fan composed of five feathers.

The phosphorus yin fire that was about to go out was like a baby swallow returning to its nest, slithering into one of the feathers in the fan.

The feather instantly turned into a green color.

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

Chen Ming gently opened the fan, and a stream of phosphorus-yin poisonous fire flew out from the fan, circled in the air, flew back again, and got into the fan.

"Yes, this fan is enough for you!"

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

Wuhun held the fan and was very excited.

He had watched the fan being made with his own eyes and knew what kind of powerful treasure was used.

Now that Chen Ming is a true immortal, the treasures he made are naturally different from the original ones. This is because he is afraid that the treasures are too powerful and Wuhun cannot use them, so they have been reduced a lot.

However, if Wuhun holds this fan, as long as he has enough magic power to fan out the flames, the monks in the Guiyuan Realm will probably also retreat.

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

"Don't use it lightly until there is a crisis, otherwise your magic power will not be able to support it, it will be drained, and you will die!"

"This green feather should be used as your life-saving trump card!"

"The remaining four feathers are empty, but you have to practice your magical powers to get in!"

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

"Thank you Master for the gift!" Wuhun held the fan and couldn't put it down.

Chen Ming gave some instructions to the four disciples and then let them practice separately.

After leaving the main hall, Wuhun couldn't hold it any longer and couldn't wait to practice the fan in his hand.

The ghost fire in his magical air immediately poured into the fan.

When he reached the fan, the magical power was split into two.

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

The wind that came out was a soul-enchanting wind, and a feather was inserted into it, but that feather turned into a black feather.

With two fires and one wind, only two feathers of the fan were left empty.

When Qin Yuyan saw this, he said to Wuhun, "I'm here to help you!"

As he said that, a trace of his origin was separated from his world-purifying glazed sky-burning fire, fell into Wuhun's fan, and inserted a feather.

In an instant, the feather turned red.

Wuhun's expression changed and he said: "How could you do this? For the sake of my treasure, you would harm your own cultivation..."

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

"No need to say other words!"

Wuhun knew Qin Yuyan's temperament and would never take back what he had given, so he had no choice but to keep this friendship in his heart.

With that single feather left, Wuhun suddenly felt something in his heart, and a transparent old crow flew out from his body.

The old crow made a "croak" sound and landed on the last feather.

The feather turned into pure white as the transparent crow disappeared.

"That's it!" Wuhun smiled.

With a gentle wave, the wind blew out of the fan, and the wind helped the fire. The ghost fire and the pure glass burning sky fire rose up. Along with the wind and the flame, there was a crow's noise, which shook the soul.

There were supposed to be three kinds of flames, but Wuhun didn't dare to activate the phosphorus and yin fire for fear of being drained of his mana.