Reborn as a snake, creating a magic method in the real world

The monks in the Biyou Palace gradually felt an indescribable fatigue and powerlessness.

Many monks even began to doubt the authenticity of the battle.

On the other hand, Long Ling and Hei Feng acted even faster.

They moved among the monks like ghosts, silently collecting their spoils.

There was a gleam of wisdom in Long Ling's eyes, and when the battlefield was in extreme chaos, he gently waved his hand.

The fog outside the illusion began to penetrate into the Biyou Palace, and the power contained in the fog began to affect the minds of the monks.

"Boom..."

At the same time, the Ten Thousand Souls Banner was also suppressed in the illusion. The Ten Thousand Souls Banner combined with the White Bone Dharma Image, unleashing terrifying power.

The tide of ghosts surged, billions of wandering ghosts appeared ferociously, and the Biyou Palace instantly turned into a ghost area.

"Woooooooo..."

On the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls, countless ghosts were wailing.

They either suffered great injustice in their lifetime or had unfulfilled wishes. At this moment, under the call of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, they turned into fierce forces and pounced towards the monks.

With the blessing of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, the white bone image became taller and more ferocious. The dark blue flames in its eyes became even more intense, as if they could burn away all the sins in the world.

Faced with this sudden tide of ghosts, the monks felt unprecedented fear in their hearts.

Faced with the attacks of ghosts, some of them resisted with attacks, and some monks even used their magic weapons to try to resist the bites of fierce ghosts.

But driven by the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, these ghosts are almost fearless. They shuttle between the attacks of the monks, looking for opportunities to invade the monks' bodies and devour the essence of their souls.

"what……"

Xianling Nanyue saw this and knew that he couldn't go on like this.

He shouted loudly, and the Immortal Mausoleum Mountain behind him began to emit thousands of rays of light, trying to purify these ghosts with immortal energy.

But with the blessing of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, the ghosts have become extremely tenacious. Although the immortal energy can temporarily disperse them, more ghosts will soon fill the gap.

Meng Zun of the Hades Palace transformed himself into a black shadow, shuttling among the ghosts. His underworld beasts also became more ferocious, and they engaged in fierce battles with the ghosts.

But even the underworld beasts find it difficult to completely suppress these ferocious ghosts.

Jiang Qiang, Yao Shuntian and others also did their best, but facing this endless tide of ghosts, their strength seemed increasingly insignificant.

The murderous power of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner was like an invisible tentacle, quietly corroding the minds of the monks.

Under the influence of this power, the monks began to feel the dark side deep in their hearts gradually revealing itself.

Greed and jealousy began to flicker in the eyes of some monks, and the dissatisfaction and anger in their hearts gradually spread like a ignited fire.

The companions who had originally united to fight against foreign enemies now began to suspect each other, and some even began to plot secretly, trying to seek personal gain in this chaos.

Xianling Nanyue felt an inexplicable irritation surging in his heart. He tried hard to calm down, but found that his trust in the people around him was disappearing little by little.

The eyes of Mingdian Mengzun also became gloomy, and he began to doubt everyone around him, even his best friend of many years.

The same was true for Jiang Qiang, Yao Shuntian and others. They found that unprecedented brutality and murderous intent were emerging in their hearts. Their desire to fight became extremely strong, and they even began to enjoy the feeling of struggling on the brink of life and death.

The monks' minds began to gradually become distorted under the erosion of this evil force.

Reason is obscured by darkness and behavior becomes extreme and unpredictable.

Some people began to indiscriminately attack those around them, while others chose to flee the battlefield and face their inner fears and struggles alone.

Long Ling and Hei Feng watched coldly from the side.

"The fragility of the human heart is fully exposed in the face of such power."

Long Ling spoke softly to Hei Feng.

Heifeng nodded in agreement after hearing this.

"Once the dark side of these monks is aroused, their power will become uncontrollable and may even hurt themselves."

Under the influence of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, the battle in the Biyou Palace became more chaotic and brutal.

The monks no longer had a clear goal, their attacks became disorganized, just to vent the anger and fear in their hearts.

"Rumble..."

In the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, the evil force surges endlessly.

Qingyun, the Black and White Demons and others who were hiding among them began to appear one by one after receiving Long Ling's order.

Their figures appeared quietly under the cover of banners, as if blending into the surrounding tide of ghosts, making them difficult to distinguish.

Qingyun's figure flashed and appeared in front of a cultivator who had lost his mind.

There was no trace of mercy in his eyes, only coldness and determination.

Qingyun's move was swift and ruthless, directly hitting the opponent's vital point, causing him to lose the power to resist in an instant.

The Black and White Devils cooperated with each other, moving around the battlefield like ghosts, specifically targeting those monks whose minds were in great chaos and who were unable to concentrate.

Black Evil's attacks are vicious, while White Evil's strange movements and moves make it difficult for his opponents to defend themselves.

Under the influence of the murderous power of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, the minds of the cultivators have been distorted and they are unable to organize an effective resistance. They can only allow themselves to be subdued one by one by Qingyun, the Black and White Demons and others.

Some of these conquered monks surrendered in fear, while others were subdued in the chaos.

Their minds have been eroded by the power of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, becoming easy to control and drive.

Seeing this, Long Ling's figure appeared and disappeared on the battlefield, and he took action from time to time to help Qingyun, the Black and White Evils and others to control the situation more quickly.

His methods were sophisticated and secretive, and even in such a chaotic battlefield, few people could detect his presence.

As time went by, the fighting in Biyou Palace gradually subsided.

The original cultivators have now become Long Ling's prisoners and all of them fainted on the battlefield.

The Ten Thousand Souls Banner slowly stopped swinging, and the evil power dissipated.

There was silence in the Biyou Palace.

Long Ling stood on the high platform, overlooking the monks below, with a satisfied smile on his face.

"From now on, these monks will be used by me."

Long Ling's voice echoed in Biyou Palace, full of majesty and power.

Heifeng stood aside and watched all this, feeling extremely impressed with Long Ling's methods.

From this moment on, if Long Ling plots to obtain the ancient talisman again, no one will be able to defeat them.

Nearly 30% of the monks who came here to train and obtain ancient symbols are already lying here.

These monks will be a powerful aid to Long Ling.

"Buzz rumbling..."

Under the control of Dragon Spirit, the Ten Thousand Souls Banner made an even more violent sound, and the runes on the banner squirmed like living things, covering the entire sky.

These runes flickered with dim light, as if containing endless magical power. They intertwined in the air to form a huge net, firmly trapping the souls of the monks.

The monks who were not completely unconscious felt an invisible force pulling at their souls.

They wanted to resist, but found that their strength was insignificant in the face of this force.

As the runes tightened, the souls of these monks began to be gradually separated from their bodies and then absorbed into the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

Inside the Ten Thousand Souls Banner is a chaotic space, filled with endless wailing and wailing.

Some of the souls taken in were struggling in despair, while others were crying in fear.

But no matter how they resisted, they could not escape the restraints of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

Long Ling stood on the high platform, watching all this with cold eyes. The souls of these monks will become the source of power for the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, making the ghosts in the banner more powerful and more fierce.

As the souls in the soul bodies of those cultivators were forcibly stripped away, the actions of these soul bodies could be strictly monitored. Qingyun, the Black and White Evils and others also watched silently, feeling very awed by Long Ling's methods.

As the soul of the last cultivator was stored in the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, the Biyou Palace returned to deathly silence.

Long Ling waved his hand gently, and the Ten Thousand Souls Banner slowly stopped swinging, and the light of the runes gradually dimmed.

"It's worth all my planning."

Long Ling's voice echoed in Biyou Palace, full of indifference and authority.

The bodies of the monks fell powerlessly to the ground, their lives were closely connected with the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls.

The Dragon Spirit can not only respond to the every move of the cultivators' souls and bodies, but can also directly control the physical bodies of these cultivators in the universe's cultivation world.

Heifeng walked up and said to Long Ling.

"Boss, the situation is set, and no one can stop us from now on.

The inheritance of this ancient divine sect must be chosen by you first."

Long Ling nodded slightly, with a satisfied light in his eyes.

At this moment, the monks controlled by the Ten Thousand Souls Banner gradually woke up.

They staggered to their feet from the ground, their eyes confused, as if they had not yet fully recovered from the chaos.

They looked around and found that their companions were also standing there in confusion, while Long Ling and others were standing on the platform, looking down at them.

At first, the monks did not know that they had been controlled, they only felt an indescribable weakness and powerlessness.

But as his consciousness gradually became clearer, he began to realize that something was wrong.

They discovered that their storage rings were empty, their magic weapons and elixirs were missing, while Long Ling and the others seemed unusually calm, which was completely different from the panic they had expected.

Xianling Nanyue was the first to react. His eyes shot straight at Long Ling, his voice filled with anger and threats.

"How is this going?

Who are you?

Where are my storage ring and treasures?"

Meng Zun of the Underworld Palace discovered the same situation and was a little panicked. But now Bai Gu was standing next to Long Ling. He knew without hesitation that the other party was the one behind all this.

"If you know what's best for you, return what you made. Otherwise, the Hades Palace will never let you go!"

Jiang Qiang, Yao Shuntian and others also spoke angrily to each other.

They began to gather together and formed a confrontation formation, ready to attack Long Ling and others at any time.

Facing these angry monks, Long Ling seemed unusually calm.

"A man of insight is a wise man. You no longer have a choice."

He smiled faintly, his voice calm and powerful.

Qingyun, Black and White Demons and the others sneered. When these cultivators lost their minds due to the murderous power of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, their souls had already been taken away by the Banner, but they were unaware of what had happened to them.

Little did they know that the life and death of these cultivators who had lost their souls could be controlled by Long Ling.

So they were not worried at all that the monks in front of them would resist.

"boom……"

Just when the two sides were on the verge of a fight, something strange happened.

Those controlled monks suddenly felt a strange power surging in their bodies, and the anger and rebelliousness in their hearts were gradually suppressed.

This is the power of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner at work. It not only controls their souls, but also affects their emotions and will.

When the monks noticed something wrong with their souls and bodies, they trembled, their faces were filled with shock, and they found it unbelievable in their hearts.

Seeing this, Long Ling knew that the power of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner had been fully exerted. He spoke again, with an irresistible magic in his voice.

"Your souls are in my hands. If you are sensible, you will be in trouble.

Otherwise, your souls will become food for the wandering ghosts in the Ten Thousand Souls Banner."

"boom……"

Under the control of Long Ling, the Ten Thousand Souls Banner appeared again in the space.

On the pitch-black banner, runes flickered with a blood-red light, and the banner cloth rustled like the howling of ghosts and wolves, echoing throughout the Biyou Palace.

The monks were horrified to see that their souls were surrounded by wandering ghosts in the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

These wandering ghosts greedily stared at the soul power on the soul, seeming to be extremely hungry and ready to pounce and bite at any time.

This horrifying scene made the monks, who had been showing off their might just a moment ago, instantly lose their composure and felt an unprecedented fear in their hearts.

The soul is related to life. If the soul is in danger, both the divine soul body in the Tianji Holy Land and the real body in the world of cultivation in the universe will lose the ability to move and become a living dead or even die.

"impossible?

It is impossible. How could such a thing happen? When was my soul taken away? "

A monk said tremblingly.

"My soul is bound by wandering ghosts and I can't sleep or eat!" another monk shouted in despair.

"We must find a way. We can't just let him control us and become his puppet!"

Some people tried to cheer themselves up and find a way to escape.

Although Nanyue of Xianling and Mengzun of Mingdian were also terrified, their wills were stronger.

If a solution is not found soon, my freedom will be lost forever.

"Concentrate and find the weakness of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner."

Xianling Nanyue spoke loudly, trying to boost everyone's morale.

However, Long Ling was unmoved by these discussions. He watched the panic and struggle of the monks coldly, but he already had a plan in his mind.

The fear and despair of these monks were exactly what he needed.

Their souls are bound by the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, and their wills will also be affected. After all, these people cannot escape from his clutches.

"boom……"

Some monks tried to resist in desperation and cast their spells in the hope of snatching back their souls.

However, Long Ling just smiled lightly, he knew that these attempts were in vain.

As Long Ling pointed the spell, the wandering souls and ghosts in the Ten Thousand Souls Banner seemed to have received an order, and they pounced madly on the monks who tried to resist.

Under the bites of these ghosts, the monks' souls began to suffer severe damage. Those monks who resisted could not bear the pain deep in their souls and began to wail instantly.

Nanyue of Xianling and Mengzun of Mingdian were not spared either, their souls were also surrounded by wandering ghosts.

At this moment, both the background and strength seemed very weak.

The monks' hearts were filled with fear and unwillingness.

Jiang Qiang, Yao Shuntian and others lost their minds while wailing, and frantically attacked everything around them to vent their rage.

But no matter how they struggled, they could not escape the restraints of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

As time went on, the monks' wails gradually weakened.

Gradually, some monks began to accept their fate in despair.

"You guys, keep struggling!"

Long Ling stared at the cultivators from ancient forces such as the Immortal Tomb and the Underworld Palace with a cold look.

These monks have extremely powerful backgrounds and are gifted with extraordinary talents, so they are all a little arrogant. Even now, even when their souls are being taken away, they still have firm faces and are unwilling to surrender. (End of this chapter)