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

The mysterious array patterns on the ancient tower became brighter and brighter, as if absorbing the souls and flesh and blood strength on the battlefield, emitting heart-pounding fluctuations.

The aliens came like a tide, and their numbers were so large that they could not be described in words.

As the sound waves became more and more harsh, a powerful aura gathered above the battlefield, and the Alien Queen was finally born.

The Alien Queen's body is as huge as a mountain, her skin is as hard as steel, and her eyes are flashing with violent light.

She stood on the top of the ancient tower, like a queen commanding the battlefield, her voice like thunder, spreading across the battlefield: "Children, kill these monks, and the Tianji Holy Land will belong to our paradise!"

Following her orders, the aliens began to charge more recklessly, the attacks became more fierce, and each impact carried destructive power.

Long Ling fought side by side with the strong men from various factions, and they engaged in a fierce battle with the alien generals.

These generals are the best among the aliens. They are powerful and every attack puts tremendous pressure on the monks.

However, during the battle, Long Ling soon discovered something suspicious. These aliens seemed to have some kind of hierarchical order when attacking, and they were all obeying the command of a certain signal.

A gleam of light flashed in Long Ling's eyes, "Everyone, these aliens seem to be following the command of the Alien Queen.

If we can kill the Alien Queen, then these aliens will lose their attack signal and the crisis may be resolved!"

Hearing this, everyone became more energized and began to concentrate their strength, trying to break through the alien generals' defenses and attack the alien queen directly.

The lightsaber in Long Ling's hand swung more rapidly, and each swing was accompanied by a sound of breaking through the air, directly hitting the alien general's vital points.

The alien queen stood on the top of the ancient tower, with madness flashing in her eyes, watching her children wreak havoc on the battlefield.

Her strength is too great, and ordinary attacks cannot cause any effective damage to her.

"The alien queen must be killed as soon as possible!" There was a hint of determination in Long Ling's voice, and a powerful force suddenly burst out of his body, which formed dazzling rays of light around his body.

Under the shadow of the ancient tower, the battle between the monks of the Tianji Holy Land and the aliens has entered a white-hot stage.

The aliens were like demons released from hell, ruthlessly devouring the flesh and blood of the monks. Every devour made them stronger, and their numbers increased.

"The Ten Thousand Souls Banner, rise..."

The Tiger King, the Golden Roc King, the Great Monkey King and other Earth monks controlled the Ten Thousand Souls Banner to form a Netherworld Array, attracting the souls of the fallen monks and reducing the chances of the aliens to reproduce by devouring their souls, flesh and blood.

The Ten Thousand Souls Banner is a powerful magical weapon that can absorb and preserve souls so that they do not dissipate between heaven and earth.

The Tiger King held the Ten Thousand Souls Banner in his hand, his eyes gleaming with determination: "We can't let the aliens continue to reproduce recklessly like this, kill them!"

King Jinpeng and the Great Monkey King nodded in agreement. This was a race against time, and every minute and every second was crucial.

As the Ten Thousand Souls Banner unfolded, a powerful suction force emanated from the banner, and the souls of those monks who had died in the battle were quickly drawn towards it.

There are countless mysterious runes painted on the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls. These runes are shining with faint blue light, as if they have life, binding the souls tightly to the banner.

The Alien Queen quickly noticed this change, and flames of anger flashed in her eyes.

She could not tolerate her people being deprived of food, which directly affected the reproduction and growth of the alien population.

She let out an earth-shaking roar, commanding the alien army to launch a fierce attack on the monk holding the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

"Protect the Ten Thousand Souls Banner! Don't let the aliens get close!" Tiger King shouted loudly, and his voice echoed on the battlefield.

King Jinpeng and the Great Monkey King guarded on either side of the Tiger King respectively, emitting a powerful aura. Every attack was accompanied by a sound of breaking through the air, repelling the approaching aliens.

The alien queen's attack became more frenzied. She personally led the most powerful alien generals to attack the monks' defense line.

Her body was like a moving mountain, and every movement made the earth tremble.

The tentacles were as thick as a python, covered with barbs and suction cups, and emitting a disgusting stench.

The monks' defense line began to crack under the impact of the Alien Queen. Some monks fell under the attack of the aliens, their bodies torn apart by the aliens, and their blood dyed the ground red.

However, more monks stepped forward, quickly filled the gaps in the defense line, and continued to fight a desperate battle with the alien army.

The alien queen let out an even crazier roar, and a powerful force suddenly burst out from her body. This force formed a huge shock wave, which blew away the surrounding aliens and monks.

There was a crazy light flashing in her eyes, and her body began to change, becoming larger and more ferocious.

The Alien Queen, with her unparalleled body and metallic luster, became the most dazzling focus on the battlefield.

Her strength seemed to be able to tear apart the heaven and earth. Every attack carried a destructive force, making the monks feel unprecedented pressure.

Behind Long Ling, a huge white bone image stood tall. Its earth-shaking momentum made all the cultivators feel a sense of reassurance.

The White Bone Dharma Image was condensed by Long Ling's supreme magic power. Its magical powers are unparalleled in the world. It is the most powerful magic weapon that Long Ling has honed through countless battles.

The battle was about to break out, and the Alien Queen attacked first. A powerful force suddenly burst out from her body, which formed a huge shock wave, blowing away the surrounding aliens and monks.

There was a crazy light in her eyes and her body began to change, becoming larger and more ferocious.

There seemed to be a new power surging beneath her skin. Each of her strikes had a metallic luster, as if it could tear everything apart.

Long Ling was not afraid at all when facing the attack of the alien queen. The white bone image behind him suddenly let out an earth-shaking roar, which was filled with endless fighting spirit and power.

The Skeleton Dharmadhatu waved his hands in the air, and each wave was accompanied by a sound of breaking through the air, forming powerful energy ripples to resist the attacks of the Alien Queen.

"Thunder bone, appear!" Long Ling shouted, and a strange bone on his forehead suddenly flashed a sharp edge.

This is a piece of bone containing the power of heavenly thunder that Long Ling obtained by chance. After refining it, it has become one of his strongest means of attack.

Following the call of the Dragon Spirit, layers of dark clouds suddenly gathered in the sky, with lightning and thunder in the clouds. Streaks of lightning cut through the sky like dancing silver snakes.

These lightning bolts were attracted by the dragon spirit's thunder bones and attacked the alien queen one after another.

The alien queen did not dare to be careless in the face of such a powerful force of heavenly thunder. A powerful force suddenly burst out from her body, which formed a huge protective shield that protected her firmly.

The lightning struck the protective shield, making a deafening noise, but the alien queen was unharmed.

"Wind, fire, thunder and lightning, obey my command!" Long Ling shouted again, and the white bone image suddenly split into four phantoms, representing the four forces of wind, fire, thunder and lightning.

The four phantoms danced in the air, forming powerful forces of wind, fire, thunder and lightning, attacking the alien queen.

The wind blades cut the Alien Queen's protective shield, the fire waves burned the Alien Queen's body, the thunder dragons bombarded the Alien Queen's protective shield, and the electric snakes entangled the Alien Queen's body.

The four forces were like four destructive storms, trapping the Alien Queen tightly inside.

Faced with such a powerful attack, the Alien Queen finally felt a little fear.

An even more powerful force suddenly burst out from her body, which formed a huge shock wave and repelled all the power of wind, fire, thunder and lightning.

There was a crazy light flashing in his eyes, and his body began to change, becoming larger and more ferocious.

"Bloody rain and wind, appear!" The alien queen let out a deafening roar, and a powerful force suddenly burst out of her body. This force formed a huge blood-colored storm and attacked the dragon spirit.

In the bloody storm, there was endless blood and murderous aura, as if it could devour all life.

Facing such a powerful blood storm, Long Ling did not dare to be careless. The white bone image behind him suddenly let out an earth-shaking roar, which was filled with endless fighting spirit and power.

The Skeleton Dharmadhatu waved his hands in the air, and each wave was accompanied by a sound of breaking through the air, forming powerful energy ripples that resisted the invasion of the bloody storm.

"Wind, fire, thunder and lightning, merge!" Long Ling shouted, and the white bone Dharma image suddenly merged the four forces of wind, fire, thunder and lightning together, forming a huge beam of light, which attacked the bloody storm.

In the column of light, the power of wind, fire, thunder and lightning intertwined together to form powerful energy ripples, which collided with the blood-red storm and made a deafening noise.

The entire battlefield was shocked by this battle. The monks stopped what they were doing and stared at this earth-shaking battle in amazement.

They had never seen such powerful force, nor had they seen such fierce fighting.

The battle between Long Ling and the Alien Queen has exceeded the imagination of ordinary cultivators. Each attack is enough to easily destroy a mountain, and each line of defense is indestructible.

"Break it for me!" The alien queen shouted again and suddenly an even more powerful force burst out from her body. This force formed a huge blood-red storm, swallowing all the power of wind, fire, thunder and lightning.

"Kill!" The white bone image behind Long Ling suddenly let out an earth-shaking roar, which was filled with endless fighting spirit and power.

The Skeleton Dharmadhatu waved his hands in the air, and each wave was accompanied by a sound of breaking through the air, forming powerful energy ripples that completely defeated the bloody storm.

After a fierce attack, the Alien Queen's body was completely destroyed and turned into countless fragments that dissipated in the air.

With the fall of the Alien Queen, the Alien army began to collapse. They lost their command and became chaotic and disorderly.

The monks seized the opportunity and began to fight back.

Their spells and magic weapons fell on the aliens like raindrops. Each attack was powerful, trying to completely destroy these aliens.

Long Ling put away the white bone image and a smile appeared on his face.

Tiger King, Golden Roc King, Great Sage Monkey King and other earthly monks stood beside Long Ling, their bodies also covered with traces of battle. The masters from all the major sects were in a state of shock at this moment.

Their eyes were all focused on Long Ling, the cultivator who had just displayed earth-shaking power.

Long Ling's white bone image, the attack that condensed the power of wind, fire, thunder and lightning, and the final decisive blow were all deeply imprinted in the hearts of every strong man present.

Many of them are well-informed and elite who have experienced countless battles, but strength like Long Ling is rare in their lives.

"This...how is this possible?" An elder from Xuantian Sect muttered to himself, his eyes full of disbelief.

In his opinion, no matter how powerful a cultivator is, it is difficult to reach such a level. Long Ling's performance has exceeded his imagination.

"I've never heard of anyone practicing the White Bone Dharma in the universe. Which force does she come from?" The strong man from the Nether Palace exclaimed with awe on his face.

The owner of Lingyao Valley, Grandma Lingyao, had a satisfied smile in her eyes.

Cultivation is not the only criterion for measuring the value of a cultivator, and Long Ling's performance just proves her point.

Rumble…

With the fall of the Alien Queen, the originally unstoppable alien army instantly lost its command center, and the originally orderly formation began to disintegrate and become chaotic and disorderly.

The monks had felt unprecedented fear and powerlessness under the oppression of the Alien Queen, but now, they saw the hope of victory, and their courage and fighting spirit were rekindled.

"We can't let these aliens escape! Chase them to the end!" an elder from Xuantian Sect shouted loudly, his voice full of determination and resoluteness.

Following his order, the monks of Xuantian Sect responded immediately, using their spells and magic weapons to launch a fierce attack on the defeated alien army.

The strong men of the Nether Palace were not to be outdone. Their bodies suddenly became like ghosts, shuttling among the aliens. Every time they appeared, they brought a powerful attack, hitting the aliens' vital points directly.

The attack was both bizarre and deadly, making it difficult for the aliens to defend themselves.

The sword practitioners of the Tianjian Sect displayed their outstanding swordsmanship. Their sword techniques were extremely sharp, and each sword strike was accompanied by a sound of breaking through the air, easily tearing the skin of the aliens and piercing their hearts.

Jian Wuchen, the genius swordsman of the Tianjian Sect, was the first to take the lead. His sword light flashed across the battlefield like a meteor, leaving behind a trail of alien corpses.

Although the monks from the Spiritual Medicine Valley were not good at direct combat, they participated in the hunt in another way.

They cast various auxiliary spells to provide speed and strength enhancements to their pursuing companions. At the same time, they also marked the aliens with special spells, making it difficult for the aliens to escape the monks' pursuit.

In this hunt, the monks from various major sects showed unprecedented unity. Only by completely eliminating these aliens can the safety of the Tianji Holy Land be ensured.

The attacks fell on the aliens like a rainstorm, and each attack carried great force, trying to completely destroy these aliens.

Under the attack of the monks, the aliens began to flee in all directions, trying to escape from this battlefield full of death.

But the monks did not let them go, and pursued them swiftly and decisively, not letting any alien escape.

As the battle continued, the number of aliens began to decrease rapidly. Their corpses were scattered all over the battlefield, and their blood dyed the ground red.

At this time, around the ancient tower, the dust of the battle had not yet settled, the alien's limbs and arms were scattered all over the ground, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood and burning smell.

After an extremely arduous battle, the monks from various sects finally pushed the alien army into a desperate situation.

However, just as they chased the aliens to the vicinity of the ancient tower and thought victory was in sight, a mysterious and powerful force suddenly erupted from the ancient tower.

The entire ancient tower began to shake violently, as if some terrifying existence was about to awaken.

The monks stopped and watched the movements of the ancient tower vigilantly, with a sense of foreboding in their hearts.

Suddenly, a deafening roar was heard in the sky, and nine huge fire wheels broke through the void and slowly appeared in everyone's sight.

Each of these fire wheels is dozens of feet high, with blazing flames burning on the surface, emitting dazzling light and scorching waves.

The edge of the fire wheel was as sharp as a knife. As it rotated, it created gusts of wind, igniting the surrounding air.

"Be careful!" Long Ling warned loudly, with a solemn light flashing in his eyes. He could feel the power contained in these fire wheels, which was enough to easily tear apart any approaching cultivator.

Nine fire wheels slowly rotated and formed a strange formation in the air, as if forming a maze of fire.

The flame on the fire wheel is not an ordinary flame, but a spiritual fire that contains mysterious power. The temperature is extremely high and can even melt the magic weapons of the monks easily.

The monks who were close to the fire wheel instantly felt the scorching heat, their skin began to feel hot, and breathing became difficult.

Some monks with weaker cultivation even began to experience symptoms of dizziness, and their bodies became shaky under the vibrations of the fire wheel.

"Retreat quickly!" an elder of the sect shouted loudly, with a hint of fear in his voice. If they didn't leave the range of the fire wheel immediately, many people would not survive.

However, just as the monks were preparing to retreat, the nine fire wheels suddenly accelerated their rotation, becoming faster and faster, and eventually formed a series of fire storms.

The fire storm swept across the entire battlefield, engulfing all the monks who approached.

The screams of the monks rang out in the fire storm, and their bodies quickly burned under the high temperature and turned into ashes.

Upon seeing this, Long Ling and others immediately used their spells and magic weapons to try to resist the invasion of the fire storm.

The white bone image appeared again. Its body was made up of countless white bones, and its eyes were shining with golden light.

The Dharmadhatu waved his hands in the air, forming powerful energy waves, trying to resist the impact of the fire storm.

The Tiger King, the Golden Roc King, the Great Sage Monkey King and other powerful men also displayed their magical powers one after another, and their forces intertwined in the air.

However, the power of the nine fire wheels was too strong. Even with the combined efforts of these strong men, they could only barely resist the invasion of the fire storm.

In the fire storm, the monks began to struggle desperately, trying to escape from this horrific hell.

Some monks even began to use their life-saving magic weapons, hoping to survive this disaster.

However, the power of the nine fire wheels seemed endless, and the scope of the fire storm became larger and larger, drawing more monks into it.

The monks' power was completely suppressed, and their lives became extremely fragile under the fluctuations of the fire wheel.

Some monks chose to self-destruct in desperation, hoping to use their lives to buy a glimmer of survival for their companions.

Their self-detonation produced a huge energy fluctuation, which temporarily resisted the invasion of the fire storm, but was soon swallowed up by the power of the fire wheel.

Long Ling and others struggled hard in the fire storm, insisting on finding a way to break the fire wheel.

She began to carefully observe the rotation pattern of the fire wheel, trying to find the flaw in it.

Every time the nine fire wheels rotate to a specific position, the fire storm between them will briefly weaken.

"We must concentrate all our strength to attack when the fire wheel rotates to that position!" Long Ling shouted loudly with a hint of determination in his voice. This is the only chance. If they can't seize it, many people will not survive.

However, at that moment, an even more powerful aura suddenly burst out from the ruins of the fire wheel.

This breath was full of ancient and wild power. It raged in the air, setting off violent whirlwinds.

The monks felt an unprecedented sense of oppression, their heartbeats accelerated, and the spiritual energy in their bodies began to become restless.

Their eyes were fixed on the ruins of the fire wheel, where something seemed to be waking up.

Suddenly, a deafening roar came from the ruins of the fire wheel. The sound was like thunder, which hurt the monks' eardrums and made them step back involuntarily.

As the roar subsided, nine huge figures slowly emerged from the fire and smoke.

These figures are dozens of feet tall and have different shapes. Some are like fire giants, with well-defined muscles and flames burning on their bodies; some are like fire phoenixes, with huge wings spread out, and every flap of their wings brings up waves of heat; and others are like fire dragons, their bodies winding and circling, with violent light flashing in their eyes.

Each of these creatures exudes a powerful aura, and their power seems to be closely related to the nine fire wheels. The collapse of the fire wheels seems to have awakened them.

The monks were horrified to find that these creatures were not ordinary creatures, but were condensed from fire and spiritual power.

"How could this happen?" Long Ling shouted loudly, with a hint of solemnity in his voice, "Their power is very strong, we must be careful when dealing with them!"

The monks immediately became alert.

The fire giant attacked first. His fist was like a burning meteorite, smashing towards the monks with a sound of breaking through the air.

The monks immediately used their spells and magic weapons to try to resist the attack of the fire giant.

The Flame Phoenix circled in the air, and every flap of its wings brought up waves of heat, forming fire storms that swept across the entire battlefield.

The monks had to disperse to avoid being engulfed by the fire storm.

The giant fire dragon shuttled across the ground, its tail like a giant whip. Every swing of its tail brought up gusts of wind, blowing the monks away.

The monks began to use their skills to nimbly dodge the attacks of the fire dragon.

The Skeleton Dharmadhatu wielded the lightsaber with both hands, and each swing was accompanied by a sound of breaking through the air, hitting the chest of the fire giant directly. (End of this chapter)