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

Upon hearing this, many cultivators thought that Huang Daxian was quibbling. After all, the Ten Thousand Souls Banner in his hand had been purified by the light of the Nine Yang Burning Sky Mirror, and the resentment and black fog had dissipated, and its power had greatly reduced.

"I thought Huang Daxian was so powerful, but in the end his invincible treasure was broken by the Nine Yang Burning Sky Mirror." A young cultivator said with a sneer, his tone full of contempt.

"That's right. Looking at his arrogant look before, I thought he had some incredible trump card." Another monk echoed, with obvious sarcasm on his face.

“Humph, although Huang Daxian’s methods are strange, good will prevail over evil in the end.” An elderly monk said in a deep voice, with a hint of seriousness in his eyes, “If it weren’t for the timely intervention of the Saint Lady of Taiyin, the Holy Land of Taiyin would have been completely humiliated.”

"The strength of the Holy Lady Taiyin is truly unfathomable. She can even deal with an opponent like Huang Daxian with ease." A female monk exclaimed in admiration.

"However, Huang Daxian's failure this time is also a wake-up call for all of us." Elder Xi Daozi said in a deep voice, his eyes flashing with deep thought, "The world of cultivation is full of unknowns and dangers. We must not let down our guard just because of a temporary victory."

“Elder Xi Daozi is right.

The disciples of the Taiyin Holy Land should always be vigilant." A young disciple of the Taiyin Holy Land said seriously, with a determined light in his eyes.

"Long live the Holy Lady of Taiyin!" The disciples of the Taiyin Holy Land cheered in unison, their voices filled with worship.

Amid cheers, Xi Yifu led the disciples of the Taiyin Holy Land, and under the shining sunlight, they looked exceptionally tall.

Xi Yifu stood quietly on the battlefield, with a deep light flashing in her eyes.

As the Ten Thousand Souls Banner dissipated, the dark clouds over the Black City gradually dissipated, and the sun once again filled the earth.

Xi Yifu held the "Nine Yang Burning Sky Mirror" in her hand. The light from the mirror gradually dimmed, and her eyes shone with an invincible light, as if she was a female war goddess, looking down on the crowd.

The monks nearby were all in awe.

"Huang Daxian is completely beyond salvation this time." A young cultivator from the Black Clan sighed, his eyes filled with regret.

“It’s because Saint Lady Taiyin borrowed the Nine Yang Burning Heaven Mirror.

Which wicked person with smoking hair is interfering in the affairs of the Black Clan?

If we find out, I will break his grandmother's legs!" An elderly Black Clan elder said with anger in his tone.

“It is a blessing for the entire sect that Taiyin Holy Land can have such a saint girl.

Her appearance will undoubtedly make Taiyin Holy Land's position more stable in the world of cultivation." A cultivator from another sect was full of praise.

“Saint Xi Yifu is not only powerful, but also has unparalleled beauty and temperament.

She is like a fairy descending from the sky, people can only watch her from afar but not touch her. "A female cultivator watching the battle near Black City said with envy, in the world of cultivation, strength is respected and this is an unchanging rule.

"The strength of the Holy Lady Taiyin is so admirable. Her cultivation and the use of magic weapons have reached the level of perfection." A monk who was watching could not help but admire her.

"Yes.

Her calmness and wisdom are also the key to victory.

In such a chaotic battlefield, he was able to accurately judge the situation and use the Nine Suns Burning Heaven Mirror in time. This kind of decisiveness and courage is really admirable." Another cultivator echoed.

“The Taiyin Holy Land is truly the pride of the entire sect for having a saint like her.

Her presence will undoubtedly attract more young talents to join the Taiyin Holy Land, further enhancing the sect's strength and influence." An elder of the Taiyin Holy Land nodded.

"All things in the world are interdependent and mutually exclusive. As long as there is light in your heart, you will not be afraid of the invasion of darkness." A young monk said passionately.

The Holy Lady of Taiyin has become an existence that many cultivators look up to with her invincible appearance and extraordinary strength. The strength of the Holy Lady of Taiyin is like a legendary myth.

Her existence seemed to be to prove the supreme glory of the Taiyin Holy Land.

"The power of the Holy Lady Taiyin is not only due to her personal strength, but also the foundation and heritage accumulated by the Holy Land Taiyin for thousands of years." A cultivator from another sect analyzed.

There was a hint of awe in his tone towards the Taiyin Holy Land. The Holy Lady of Taiyin was not only the pride of the Taiyin Holy Land, but also a legend in the entire cultivation world.

As time went by, her name had long been known to more and more cultivators, and she had become a pearl in the world of cultivation.

"The Holy Lady of Taiyin is like a god of war who has descended to earth. She shuttles back and forth on the battlefield, and every move she makes is accompanied by unmatched power." A cultivator's voice was trembling with excitement.

"Every attack she makes is like the collapse of the sky and the splitting of the earth. Those evil spirits are like fragile pieces of paper in front of her and are easily torn apart." Another monk added, his eyes flashing with deep awe for the power of the Holy Maiden of Taiyin.

“The Holy Lady of Taiyin is not only powerful.

Her combat wisdom is even more amazing. She can always see through the enemy's weaknesses and achieve the greatest victory at the lowest cost. "An elderly monk said in a deep voice, with admiration for the wisdom of the Saint of Taiyin in his tone.

The Holy Lady of Taiyin was suspended above the battlefield, her eyes flashing with infinite pursuit and desire for the Great Dao.

Despite the countless praises and admiration she received from everyone, her faith in the Tao was not shaken in the slightest.

However, a strange smile appeared on Wong Tai Sin's face.

He took out a black token from his arms. The token was engraved with twisted runes and exuded a heart-pounding chill.

"Do you think this is the end?
Too naive! "Wong Tai Sin laughed wildly, raised the token high, and began to recite an ancient and strange spell.

"Buzz..."

As Wong Tai Sin chanted his spell, the black token began to emit a dim light. The surrounding space seemed to begin to distort and deform. An ancient and mysterious power was brewing.

On the ground, complex patterns gradually lit up, forming a huge circular magic circle.

The center of the magic circle is exactly where Wong Tai Sin is.

The scale of this teleportation array is so large that it covers the entire battlefield. Its patterns are delicate and complex, and each symbol contains profound cosmic laws.

"Boom bang bang..."

The edge of the magic circle was covered with spiral patterns, which were rotating as if they could draw people's attention into them.

In the center of the magic circle are pictures depicting stars, sun, moon, mountains, rivers, and oceans. They are lifelike, as if containing the mysteries of the entire universe.

"boom……"

As the magic circle was activated, the spiritual energy between heaven and earth began to gather towards the magic circle frantically, forming small whirlwinds.

These whirlwinds swirled around the magic circle, making sharp whistling sounds. Their speed became faster and faster, and finally formed a huge tornado that enveloped the entire magic circle.

Huang Daxian stood in the center of the magic circle, his body surrounded by a layer of black light shield. The light shield was flashing with the same runes as those on the token, emitting a heart-pounding power.

His voice echoed in the tornado, full of madness and determination.

"Saint Lady Taiyin, do you think I have no help?
I’m just afraid that your Nine Yang Burning Heaven Mirror is not enough!” Huang Daxian’s voice echoed on the battlefield, and he waved his hands violently, and the light on the token became more dazzling.

As Huang Daxian moved, the teleportation array began to emit a stronger light, and the entire array began to tremble, as if some huge power was about to burst out from it. All the cultivators present felt an unprecedented pressure, and their faces became extremely solemn.

There was also a flash of surprise in the eyes of Taiyin Saint Xi Yifu, as she felt the power contained in this teleportation array. This power was so strong that she even felt a little threatened.

"Be careful, the teleportation array may be connected to an unknown space, which may contain great dangers." Xi Yifu's voice rang out among the monks of Taiyin Holy Land.

She began to form seals with her hands, preparing to deal with any situation that might arise, and the monks present also began to strengthen their defenses.

"Crack..."

At this moment, a dazzling light suddenly burst out from the teleportation array, and a powerful force gushed out from the array and rushed straight into the sky.

The entire battlefield was shocked by this force, and everyone felt a deep fear.

As Wong Tai Sin's incantation reached a climax, the light in the teleportation array became increasingly intense, eventually forming a huge pillar of light that shot straight into the sky.

This beam of light connected heaven and earth, as if opening a door to another world.

Suddenly, figures appeared in the light column. They were wearing the same battle robes and exuding a powerful aura. They were the monks from Lihu City.

As soon as these monks appeared on the battlefield, they immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Their eyes were determined and the magic weapons in their hands were flashing with cold light. They were obviously the elites in Lihu City.

"Warriors of Lihu City, in today's battle, all the monks from Taiyin Holy Land must be killed without leaving a single piece of armor!" Huang Daxian's voice echoed on the battlefield, and his figure was looming in the light column, as if it had merged with the entire teleportation array.

The monks from Lihu City did not say much, but quickly dispersed and formed a huge battle formation.

This made the monks of Taiyin Holy Land feel unprecedented pressure, so everyone held a large black banner in their hands.

A trace of solemnity flashed across Xi Yifu's eyes.

"Disciples of the Taiyin Holy Land, don't panic, keep your ground!" Xi Yifu's voice echoed on the battlefield. The "Nine Yang Burning Sky Mirror" in her hand emitted a dazzling light, providing strong support to the monks of the Taiyin Holy Land.

The monks of Lihu City, led by Huang Daxian, began to attack.

The Ten Thousand Souls Banners in their hands each have their own unique features.

Some can summon powerful spirit beasts, some can release destructive black tides, and some can control dead spirits...

Under the leadership of Xi Yifu, the monks of the Taiyin Holy Land used the power of Taiyin to form a series of defensive barriers to resist the attacks of the monks of Lihu City.

At the same time, a counterattack was launched at the same time. The power of Taiyin attacked the monks of Lihu City like a meteor shower, and the monks of both sides engaged in a fierce confrontation.

"Buzz rumbling..."

Every collision of spells caused a deafening roar. In the sky, the light of magic weapons and the brilliance of spells intertwined together, forming a spectacular picture.

The sudden appearance of the monks from Lihu City not only disrupted the monks' tactical formation, but also brought them tremendous psychological pressure.

Although the monks of the Taiyin Holy Land usually cultivate their minds and strive to reach a state of calmness, their emotions began to fluctuate under such circumstances.

Some young Taiyin monks showed anxiety and uneasiness on their faces.

It was the first time for many people to face a battle of such a scale. Faced with the powerful offensive of the monks from Lihu City, they began to waver in their hearts.

They were worried about whether they could withstand the enemy's attacks, whether they could protect the safety of their fellow disciples, or even whether they could leave the battlefield alive.

Under the powerful pressure from the monks of Lihu City, some monks of Taiyin Holy Land finally couldn't suppress the fear in their hearts.

"What on earth is going on?

How come there are so many people?" A young Taiyin monk asked in a trembling voice, his eyes full of uncertainty and panic.

Although his hands were still tightly grasping the magic weapon, they had begun to tremble unconsciously.

"Can you stop them?
Those people look much stronger than us." Another monk said with obvious hesitation, his eyes wandering around the battlefield, as if looking for a possible way to escape.

"I don't want to die here. I am no match for them." The voice of a female monk was low and desperate.

Her face was pale, the magic in her hands had lost its luster, and her heart was filled with fear of death.

"Look, Huang Daxian's Ten Thousand Souls Banner is starting to gather power again. What should we do?" A sharp-eyed monk noticed the changes on the battlefield, and his voice revealed an unconcealable panic.

Under the influence of fear, the fighting will of some monks in the Taiyin Holy Land began to collapse, and cracks appeared in the defensive formation.

Some monks even began to retreat unconsciously, trying to escape from this battlefield filled with the breath of death.

"Don't panic!

We must not lose our footing here!" an elderly Taiyin monk shouted.

There was a hint of hoarseness in his voice as he tried to stabilize the morale of the troops. "The monks of the Taiyin Holy Land have always grown up in adversity. As long as we unite as one, we will be able to overcome the difficulties!"

However, the feeling of fear spread like a plague, and even the words of this elderly monk could not completely dispel the haze in the monks' hearts.

This battle may be much more brutal than they expected, and their lives are in real danger.

"Saint, save me...!" The voice of a monk echoed on the battlefield, his eyes full of expectation and pleading.

He hoped that Xi Yifu could hear his call and come to save him.

“Can you win?

How come there are so many monks in Lihu City? "A young Taiyin monk tightly grasped the magic weapon in his hand, and his knuckles turned pale due to the force, although some senior Taiyin monks were also trying to stay calm.

However, fear and doubt prevailed in the hearts of many monks, and words of morale-boosting were of no use.

Their eyes were constantly cast towards the center of the battlefield, where Saint Xi Yifu was fighting a desperate battle with Wong Tai Sin.

The Saint is their spiritual pillar. If the Saint falls, the morale of the Taiyin Holy Land will completely collapse.

Under the influence of this emotion, the attacks of some Taiyin monks began to become impatient and blind.

They no longer analyzed the enemy's weaknesses calmly as before, but were impatient for success. Such attacks were often ineffective and instead gave the monks of Lihucheng an opportunity to take advantage.

"Disciples, please stay calm!
Otherwise, your life will be in danger and you will die in vain." The voice of an elder rang out on the battlefield.

There was a strange rhythm in his voice, which seemed to have the power to soothe people, but also to warn them. "The monks of the Taiyin Holy Land must remain unchanged in the face of all changes.

As long as you stick to your original intention, you will be able to overcome and get out of this crisis alive!" (End of this chapter)