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

In this cursed place, the red-haired monsters are like messengers of death, and their appearance brings endless panic and death.

These monsters are covered in blood-red hair, their eyes flash with violent light, and every attack is filled with destructive power.

The monks seemed extremely vulnerable in the face of this sudden disaster. Many of their companions died tragically under the claws of the red-haired monster and turned into equally terrifying creatures.

“What kind of monster is this?!” a young monk shouted in horror, his eyes wide open and filled with fear.

"Their attacks are cursed. Once you are bitten, you will become one of their kind!" An elderly monk answered in a deep voice with a hint of despair in his voice.

"We must be careful and don't let them get close!" another monk shouted, gripping the sword tightly in his hand, his body tense, ready to fight at any time.

The red-haired monsters let out an earth-shaking roar, and a powerful force suddenly burst out from their bodies, which pushed back all the monks around them.

The power of these monsters seemed endless, and every attack put tremendous pressure on the monks.

"Where is their weakness?!" a monk asked breathlessly, his body already covered with scars but still insisting on fighting.

"Heart, we must hit their heart!" An experienced monk answered loudly, with a firm light flashing in his eyes.

The monks began to attack in a targeted manner, however, the bodies of these monsters were extremely hard and ordinary attacks could not penetrate their skin at all.

"The defense of these monsters is too strong, our attacks are totally ineffective!" a monk shouted in despair, with a tremor in his voice.

"No!" another monk answered firmly, with an unyielding light in his eyes, "We must find a way, otherwise we will all die here!"

The battle became more and more brutal. The attacks of the red-haired monster were like a storm. The monks kept falling down. Their bodies were torn by the sharp claws of the red-haired monster, and their blood dyed the ground red.

However, even in the face of such a powerful enemy, the monks still did not give up, and kept looking for opportunities to try to find the weakness of the red-haired monster.

"Look, there is a scar on the monster's chest!" a sharp-eyed monk suddenly shouted, pointing at a red-haired monster.

Everyone immediately focused their attention on the red-haired monster and discovered that there was indeed a scar on the monster's chest. Although it was not deep, it was a hope for them to attack.

"Concentrate your firepower and attack the monster's chest!" a monk commanded loudly, with a hint of determination in his voice.

The monks responded immediately, focusing their spells and weapons on the red-haired monster's chest.

Under the joint attack of everyone, the chest of the red-haired monster was finally pierced and its heart was completely destroyed.

"Success!" a monk shouted excitedly with a joyful smile on his face.

However, their joy did not last long, as more red-haired monsters began to pour in, with violent light flashing in their eyes, as if they wanted to tear all the monks into pieces.

"We must retreat, otherwise we will all be killed by them!" shouted a monk, with a hint of panic in his voice.

"No, we can't retreat!" another monk answered firmly, with an unyielding light flashing in his eyes. "If we retreat, these monsters will wreak havoc. We must stop them here!"

The monks began to fight even harder, spells and weapons raining down on the red-haired monster.

However, the number of red-haired monsters was too large, and the power of the monks began to gradually weaken.

"My magic is almost exhausted, what should I do?" a monk asked anxiously, his face covered in sweat.

"We must persevere. As long as we have breath left, we cannot give up!" another monk answered firmly, with a determined light flashing in his eyes.

The battle became more brutal. The bodies of the monks were torn apart by the sharp claws of the red-haired monster, and the blood dyed the ground red.

However, even in the face of such a powerful enemy, the monks still did not give up, and kept looking for opportunities to try to find the weakness of the red-haired monster.

"Look, there are runes on those monsters!" a monk suddenly shouted, pointing at the body of the red-haired monster.

Everyone immediately focused their attention on the red-haired monsters and discovered that there were indeed runes on their bodies. These runes emitted a strange light, as if they were the source of their power.

"Attack those runes!" a monk shouted.

The monks responded immediately, focusing their spells and weapons on the runes on the red-haired monster.

Under the joint attack of everyone, the runes were finally destroyed, and the power of the red-haired monster began to rapidly decline.

"Success!" a monk shouted excitedly with a joyful smile on his face.

As the last red-haired monster fell, its body was torn into pieces, blood splattered on the ground, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of blood.

The monks had just breathed a sigh of relief when they suddenly felt a strange fluctuation begin to appear in the entire space.

The ground began to shake slightly, as if some terrifying existence was about to awaken.

"What is going on?!" a monk shouted in horror, his voice trembling.

"Look, there is a crack on the ground!" Another monk pointed at the ground. A faint green light shone through the crack, as if it was a portal to another world.

The monks stepped back nervously, their eyes fixed on the cracks.

Suddenly, black smoke gushed out from the cracks. The smoke quickly condensed in the air, forming hideous faces and emitting shrill screams.

"This is the entrance to Purgatory!!" an elderly monk shouted, his eyes filled with fear.

"What's going on?!" a young monk asked anxiously, his face pale and his body shaking uncontrollably.

As the crack continued to expand, gusts of terrifying aura poured out from the crack, and the temperature of the entire space dropped sharply, as if even the air was solidified at this moment.

The monks felt an invisible pressure that made it almost impossible for them to breathe.

"What are those?!" A monk pointed at the figures emerging from the cracks. Those figures were tall and twisted, covered with black scales, and their eyes were flashing with faint green light.

"It's a devil! The devil from Purgatory!" a monk shouted in horror, with a hint of despair in his voice.

The demons roared loudly, brandished their weapons, and launched a fierce attack on the monks.

The monks responded immediately, with spells and weapons interweaving in the air to form a powerful attack net, trying to resist the demon's attack.

"Invaders, you will pay the price for disturbing our peace!" The devil's voice was like thunder, shaking the monks' eardrums and causing pain.

"Prepare for battle!" a monk shouted, with a hint of determination in his voice.

But the demon's power was too strong. Its flaming sword easily tore through the monks' defenses. Every attack was carried with extremely high temperature, as if it wanted to burn everything to ashes.

"Water spell, use water spell quickly!" a monk shouted loudly, with a hint of urgency in his voice.

The monks immediately changed their tactics. Water spells intertwined in the air, forming streams of water in an attempt to extinguish the flames on the demon.

But the devil's flames were too powerful. As soon as the water came into contact with the flames, it was immediately evaporated and turned into white mist.

"This is impossible! Water spells are ineffective against it!" a monk shouted in despair, his eyes filled with fear.

at the same time.

In the depths of that hell shrouded in darkness, a suffocating atmosphere permeated.

The ground cracked open with huge cracks amid the violent vibration, and from the abyss, a nine-headed hellhound slowly rose up. Each of its heads emitted a different light, and its eyes flashed with cruelty and bloodthirstiness.

The appearance of this hellhound seemed to change the color of the sky and the earth, and the surrounding air was filled with the smell of sulfur and death.

The monks looked at this creature that crawled out from the depths of hell and felt unprecedented fear in their hearts.

It is huge in size, and each of its heads seems to contain the power of destruction.

Its appearance is like the messenger of death, announcing death and despair.

"What kind of monster is this?!" a young monk shouted in horror, his voice trembling and his eyes full of fear.

"This is the nine-headed hellhound, the guardian of hell. Each head can launch a different attack." An elderly monk answered in a deep voice with a hint of despair in his voice.

The appearance of the nine-headed hellhound made the already tense battlefield even more chaotic. The monks fled in all directions, trying to escape the monster's attack range.

However, the nine-headed hellhound is extremely fast, and each of its heads can launch powerful attacks, including fire, ice, lightning, and poison. These attacks are intertwined together to form a network of death that envelopes the monks.

"Run! These attacks are impossible to resist!" a monk shouted breathlessly, his face full of horror.

"No, we can't just run away like this! We must unite and find a way to fight it!" Long Ling shouted loudly, with determination and resolution in his voice.

Long Ling knew that if they didn't defeat this nine-headed hellhound, they would never be able to leave this hell.

He took a deep breath and began to mobilize the strength in his body. Behind him, a huge white bone image slowly appeared. This image was dozens of feet tall, and its body was made up of countless white bones. Its eyes were shining with golden light.

"Come on, nine-headed hellhound, let us see who is the real strong one!" Long Ling shouted, his body turned into a ray of light and rushed towards the nine-headed hellhound.

The nine-headed hellhound seemed to have sensed Long Ling's challenge as well. Its nine heads turned towards Long Ling at the same time, with provocation flashing in its eyes.

The body of the nine-headed hellhound suddenly became blurred, and then appeared in front of Long Ling in an instant.

Its nine heads attacked the Dragon Spirit at the same time. Each head carried powerful force, as if to tear the Dragon Spirit into pieces.

The battle between Long Ling's white bone image and the nine-headed hellhound broke out immediately. The power of the two collided in hell, forming energy ripples that spread out.

Under the influence of these energy ripples, the magma in hell flew up and formed lava waves.

"Be careful, these attacks are too powerful, we must join forces!" Long Ling reminded his companions loudly, with a determined light flashing in his eyes.

The monks responded immediately and began to attack together. Various spells and magic weapons intertwined in the air, forming a powerful attack net that trapped the nine-headed hellhound.

However, the power of the nine-headed hellhound was too great, and every attack of its kind made the monks' defenses tremble.

"These spells are completely ineffective against it. We must find its weakness!" a monk shouted breathlessly, his face covered in sweat.

"Look, the flame of that head seems to be weaker than the others!" a sharp-eyed monk suddenly shouted, pointing to one of the heads of the nine-headed hellhound.

Everyone immediately focused their attention on that head and found that the flame on that head was indeed weaker than the others.

Long Ling immediately seized the opportunity, his body turned into a beam of light and rushed towards the head.

"Now, attack that head!" Long Ling shouted, and he swung the lightsaber in his hand, drawing mysterious trajectories in the air, forming a powerful sword energy that hit the head directly.

"Bang!" The sword energy collided with the head, making a deafening sound. The head was hit and roared in pain, and its flames began to weaken rapidly.

The other heads of the nine-headed hellhound immediately turned towards the dragon spirit, with angry light flashing in their eyes.

A powerful force suddenly burst out from the nine-headed hellhound's body, repelling all the surrounding attacks.

It waved its sharp claws and launched a fierce counterattack against the dragon spirit.

"Be careful!" Long Ling shouted, his body turned into a ray of light and shadow, easily avoiding the attack of the nine-headed hellhound.

The lightsaber in his hand swung, drawing mysterious trajectories in the air, forming a powerful sword energy that directly hit the vital point of the nine-headed hellhound.

"Boom!" The sword energy collided with the body of the nine-headed hellhound, making a deafening noise.

The body of the nine-headed hellhound was knocked away and hit the rock wall of hell heavily, shaking the whole hell.

However, the nine-headed hellhound's body was extremely hard, and Long Ling's attack only left a shallow mark. It quickly stood up, with a more violent light flashing in its eyes, as if it had been inspired by a more powerful force.

"The power of these monsters is constantly increasing!" Long Ling warned loudly, with a vigilant gleam in his eyes.

Everyone reacted immediately. They began to attack together. Various spells and magic weapons intertwined in the air, forming a powerful attack net that trapped the nine-headed hellhound.

The nine-headed hellhound let out an angry roar, and a powerful force suddenly burst out from its body, repelling all the surrounding attacks.

It waved its sharp claws and launched a fierce counterattack against everyone.

However, the crowd did not retreat. They knew that if they did not defeat the nine-headed hellhound, they would never be able to leave this hell.

The battle lasted for a long time and both sides paid a heavy price.

Although the nine-headed hellhound's body was strong, it began to show signs of damage under the joint attack of everyone.

Its claws were torn and its body was covered with scars, but it still fought tenaciously, and each attack was carried out with violent force.

Finally, after a fierce attack, the nine-headed hellhound's body was completely defeated and turned into countless fragments that dissipated in the air.

Peace has returned to hell, but the hearts of the people are still restless. The appearance of this nine-headed hellhound may be just the tip of the iceberg of the mysterious power of this hell world.

"We must be more careful, there may be more dangers hidden." Long Ling said in a deep voice, with a firm light flashing in his eyes.

With the fall of the nine-headed hellhound, the fear and despair that shrouded the battlefield finally dissipated.

The darkness of hell began to retreat, as if even the sky was making way for this victory.

The sunlight penetrated the thick clouds and sprinkled on the tired monks, bringing them warmth and hope.

Just as everyone was amazed at this sudden change, a golden light descended from the sky and illuminated the entire hell.

This light is so pure and sacred that it dispels the darkness around it and makes everything clear.

The monks looked up and saw a golden ladder slowly emerging, extending down from the clouds, like a bridge to heaven.

"This is...the ladder to heaven!" exclaimed a monk, his voice filled with awe.

"It seems that the victory has been recognized. This is the passage to the sacred land." Long Ling said in a deep voice, with a determined light flashing in his eyes.

The appearance of the ladder swept away the fear and fatigue in the hearts of the monks.

They supported each other and stepped onto the golden ladder to heaven, feeling an unprecedented sense of ease and joy with every step.

As they climbed step by step, the surrounding scenery began to change.

The originally desolate hell gradually turned into a flourishing garden, and the air was filled with the fragrance of flowers and the fresh scent of soil.

They saw clear streams, green meadows, and trees swaying in the wind, and everything seemed so vibrant.

When they finally reached the top of the ladder, a sacred place appeared before them.

This is a huge square with a ground paved with smooth marble. There is a huge fountain in the center. The water column rises into the sky, forming a beautiful rainbow in the sun.

The square is surrounded by magnificent buildings, whose walls are inlaid with various gems, sparkling with dazzling light.

The monks strolled in the square and felt an unprecedented tranquility and peace.

The air here seemed to contain some magical power that purified and sublimated their bodies and souls.

At the end of the square, a huge palace stood there, its doors open, as if welcoming their arrival.

Long Ling led everyone towards the palace. They knew that there must be more secrets and opportunities hidden there.

When they stepped into the palace, a powerful aura hit them in the face.

The interior of the palace is richly decorated, with exquisite murals on the walls depicting various mythological stories.

In the center of the palace, there was a huge throne, on which sat a god wearing a golden robe.

His eyes flashed with wisdom and compassion as he looked at them, as if he was waiting for their arrival.

"Welcome." The voice of the god was gentle and powerful, echoing in the palace. He was actually the spirit of the ancient pagoda. (End of this chapter)