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

Deep in the Tianji Holy Land, under the shadow of the ancient pagoda, the monks of Qiguang Temple are fighting fiercely with alien creatures.

However, as the battle progressed, a more bizarre force began to spread across the land.

The monks' powerful magical powers not only broke the ancient tower's defensive formation, but also awakened the ancient existence sleeping deep in the earth.

As the defense formation collapsed, the ground began to shake violently, and a dim light shone through the cracks, as if something was about to break out of the ground.

The monks retreated in horror, their eyes fixed on the cracks, with an ominous premonition in their hearts.

Suddenly, strange statues slowly rose from the cracks. They had different shapes, some were like twisted vines, some looked like ferocious beasts, and each statue exuded a frightening aura.

Various mysterious veins appear and disappear in the bodies of these statues, as if they were living blood vessels, through which mysterious power flows, emitting terrifying power.

The monks' fear reached its peak; they had never seen such a strange sight.

These statues are not just stone carvings, their eyes seem to have life, staring coldly at every living creature, which makes people shudder.

"What...what kind of monster is this!" a young monk asked tremblingly, with a hint of despair in his voice.

"These are the guardians of the ancient tower. Their power is far beyond our imagination." An elderly monk answered in a deep voice with a hint of fear in his voice.

With the appearance of the statue, the alien creatures seemed to have received new orders and began to attack the monks more frantically.

The bodies of these alien creatures became stronger under the control of the statue, and each attack carried destructive power.

The monks began to flee in all directions, but they found that no matter where they fled, they could not escape the statue's sight.

These statues seemed to have their own will. Their eyes were fixed on every monk, controlling the alien creatures to launch crazy attacks and sieges.

"Run! These monsters are too powerful, we are no match for them!" a monk shouted breathlessly, his face full of fear.

"No, we can't run away like this!" a monk shouted loudly, with determination in his voice.

If you don't defeat these statues, you will 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 vertical eye slowly appeared. This statue was dozens of feet tall and was shining with golden light.

"Fight!" the monk shouted, his body turned into a beam of light and rushed towards the nearest statue.

The statue seemed to have sensed the majestic challenge, and a strong light suddenly burst out of its eyes. A powerful force surged out of the statue, forming a huge shock wave that pushed it back.

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!" A monk warned loudly, with a serious 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 statue.

However, the power of the statues was too great, and every attack from them made the monks' defenses tremble.

"These spells have no effect on it!" 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 a part of a statue.

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

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

"Now, attack that head!" The master of Qiguang Temple shouted and swung the lightsaber in his hand, drawing mysterious trajectories in the air, forming a powerful sword energy that hit the head directly.

"Boom!" The sword energy collided with the head, making a deafening noise.

The head was hit and let out a painful roar, and its flames began to weaken rapidly.

The rest of the statue immediately turned towards the monks, anger flashing in its eyes.

A powerful force suddenly burst out from the statue's body, repelling all the surrounding attacks. It waved its sharp claws and launched a fierce counterattack against the dragon spirit.

"Be careful!" a monk shouted, and his body turned into a beam of light, easily avoiding the attack of the statue.

The lightsaber in his hand swung, drawing mysterious trajectories in the air, forming a powerful sword energy that directly hit the vital points of the statue.

"Boom!" The sword energy collided with the statue's body, making a deafening noise.

The body of the statue was knocked away and hit the rock wall of hell heavily, shaking the whole hell.

However, the body of the statue was extremely hard, and Long Ling's attack only left a shallow mark.

It stood up quickly, with an even more violent light flashing in its eyes, as if it had been inspired by even more powerful power.

"The power of these monsters is increasing!" With a flash of vigilance in everyone's eyes, they reacted immediately and began to attack together. Various spells and magic weapons intertwined in the air, forming a powerful attack net that trapped the statue.

The statue roared, and a powerful force suddenly burst out of its body, repelling all the surrounding attacks.

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

However, the crowd did not back down, as they knew that if they did not defeat the statue, 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 body of the statue 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 statue's body was completely shattered and turned into countless fragments that dissipated in the air.

Peace has returned to hell, but people's hearts are still not at peace.

The appearance of this statue may be just the tip of the iceberg of the mysterious power of this hellish world.

"We must be more careful, there may be more dangers hidden." One of the masters of Qiguang Temple said in a deep voice, with a determined light flashing in his eyes.

"Rumble..."

Under the shadow of the ancient tower, as the last statue shattered, an unprecedentedly powerful aura surged out from the abyss.

The earth was shaking, the sky was changing color, as if the whole world was shaking for the coming existence. Suddenly, a huge figure slowly stood up from the broken statue. He was wearing blood-red armor, with a hideous face and a murderous aura flashing in his eyes.

One of the eight tribes of Guta, the protector of the Fallen Tribe - the Blood Demon Lord.

The appearance of the Blood Demon Lord was like the opening of the gates of hell. Endless blood evil power was shaking the whole area, and his every step made the earth tremble.

His appearance caused countless monks present to lose their minds and become lost and lost in the illusion.

Their eyes became empty, as if their souls had been taken away, leaving only a bunch of walking corpses.

The masters of Qiguang Temple looked solemn when faced with such a terrifying existence, but there was a determination glimmer in their eyes.

They knew that this was a battle between life and death, good and evil, and they could not retreat.

Master Huiguang, as the leader of Qiguang Temple, has compassion and determination in his eyes. He knows that only the supreme Buddhist teachings can fight against this monstrous evil force.

Master Huiguang recited the Heart Sutra of Guanyin, his voice was calm and powerful, like a clear spring, nourishing everyone's hearts.

The weak power and the evil power collided with each other, and the terrifying waves swept around, as if to tear the whole world apart.

Although Master Huiguang's Buddhist teachings seemed weak, they contained endless potential. They intertwined in the air, forming golden beams that directly hit the body of the Blood Demon Lord.

When facing the attack from Master Qiguang Temple, the Blood Demon Lord showed a scornful smile on his face.

He swung the Seal of Sinking in his hand violently, and a huge demon shadow emerged from his body. This demon shadow was hundreds of feet tall, covering the sky and the sun, as if it was going to swallow up the entire world.

The demon shadow held a huge blood-red sickle in his hand. Every time he swung it, it made a sound of breaking through the air and directly hit the defense line of Master Qiguang Temple.

The masters of Qiguang Temple did not retreat in the face of such a powerful attack.

They joined forces to display the magical powers of Vajra's Wrathful Eyes and Golden Buddha's True Heaven.

Golden rays of Buddha light intertwined in the air, forming a huge golden Buddha.

This golden Buddha is dozens of feet tall, his body is made up of countless golden lights, and his eyes sparkle with compassion.

The golden Buddha held a huge Zen staff in his hand, and every time he swung it, it made a sound of breaking through the air. He engaged in a fierce confrontation with the evil shadow of the Blood Demon Lord.

The battle broke out in an instant, and the power of the Golden Buddha and the Demon Shadow collided in the air, forming waves of energy that spread out. Every collision changed the color of the sky and the earth, and every impact made the space tremble.

The golden Buddha's staff and the demon shadow's sickle intertwined in the air, making a deafening noise.

Although the power of the Blood Demon Lord is great, the Buddha's light of the Golden Buddha contains endless compassion and wisdom. They intertwine in the air, forming golden beams of light that directly hit the vital points of the demon shadow.

When the Blood Demon Lord saw this, a trace of anger appeared on his face.

An even more powerful force suddenly burst out from his body, forming a huge blood storm that swept across the entire battlefield.

In the storm, countless blood-red lightning intertwined, and each lightning carried an extremely high temperature, as if it would burn everything to ashes.

The masters of Qiguang Temple did not retreat in the face of such a powerful attack.

Together, they displayed the supreme Buddhist teachings, forming a solid barrier of Buddha light to resist the invasion of the bloody storm.

On the Buddha's light barrier, countless scriptures flashed, and each flash carried a powerful force that resisted the attack of the blood-red lightning.

When the Blood Demon Lord saw this, a hint of surprise appeared on his face.

He didn't expect that these seemingly weak monks could actually withstand his power.

There was a more violent light flashing in his eyes, and his body suddenly burst out with an even more powerful force, which formed a huge blood-red tornado and rushed straight towards the golden Buddha.

Facing such a powerful attack, the Golden Buddha's eyes flashed with determination.

He swung the Zen staff in his hand violently, and a huge Buddha light poured out from the staff, forming a solid wall of Buddha light that blocked the invasion of the blood-colored tornado.

On the wall of Buddha's light, countless scriptures flashed, and each flash carried a powerful force that resisted the impact of the blood-colored tornado.

The battle became more and more intense, and both sides were constantly consuming their strength.

Although the power of the Blood Demon Lord was great, his power began to gradually weaken under the joint attack of the masters of Qiguang Temple.

There was a flash of anger and unwillingness in his eyes, and his body began to gradually dissipate under the illumination of the Buddha's light.

Finally, with a deafening roar, the Blood Demon Lord's body was completely destroyed and turned into countless blood lights that dissipated in the air.

As the Blood Demon Lord disappeared, the power of the Fallen Clan began to gradually collapse. Their strength began to dissipate under the illumination of the Buddha's light.

The masters of Qiguang Temple stood on the battlefield, their bodies exhausted but their eyes sparkling with victory.

Although the battle was arduous, they finally won. They used the supreme Buddhist teachings to defeat the powerful enemy and protect the peace of the Tianji Holy Land.

As the battle ended, the surrounding sky began to clear up gradually. The sunlight penetrated the thick clouds and sprinkled on the tired masters, bringing them warmth and hope.

The aftermath of the battle here gradually subsided, but the monks of the Tianji Holy Land could not calm down.

The real threat of the ancient pagoda was far from being eliminated. As everyone began to return to their respective sects, a more solemn atmosphere filled the air.

The ancient tower's new attack is about to begin again. All the monks feel nervous and confused about the future.

"Although we have defeated the Blood Demon Lord, the power of the ancient pagoda is unfathomable. We cannot relax at all." Long Ling stood on the high platform in Lihu City, his eyes swept over every cultivator present, his voice firm and powerful.

"Lord Long Ling, the monks in the ancient tower are so cruel, what should we do?" asked a young monk, with fear flashing in his eyes, but more of a firm belief.

"We must unite and fight against the threat of the ancient tower together." Long Ling replied in a deep voice, "As long as we unite as one, there will be no difficulties that we cannot overcome."

"But what about our sect and our families?" Another monk said worriedly, with a tremor in his voice. "If the monks of the ancient tower continue to reproduce, how can we protect them?"

"We cannot allow the monks of the Ancient Pagoda to continue to grow. This will be a disaster for the monks of the universe." An elderly monk said in a deep voice, with a firm light flashing in his eyes, "We must protect our homeland, even at the cost of our lives."

"I will never regret my country and my family even if I die!" A female monk shouted loudly, with a hint of determination in her voice, "Our sect is our roots, our family is our soul, we cannot let the monks of the ancient tower destroy our home."

"Well said!" A monk in armor stood up, his eyes flashing with fighting spirit, "We have been fighting for so long, we can't give up at this time, we must protect our sect and our families."

"Yes, we have lost too many companions. We cannot let their sacrifice go to waste." A young monk had tears in his eyes and a hint of sadness in his voice. "We must continue to fight for our homeland and our future."

"And the sect is our faith." An old monk said in a deep voice, with a firm light flashing in his eyes, "We must protect it, even at the cost of our lives."

With this firm belief, the monks of Tianji Holy Land began intensive preparations.

"We must strengthen the sect's defense and prepare more magic weapons and elixirs." An elder of the sect said in a deep voice, with a vigilant light flashing in his eyes, "Be prepared for the worst."

"Yes, we must strengthen our training and improve our strength." A young monk said, with a determined light in his eyes, "Only in this way can we survive the attack of the ancient tower."

"The sect is our support, and we must protect it." A female monk said, with a determined light in her eyes, "Even if it costs our lives, we can't let the monks of the ancient tower destroy our home."

"We must unite and fight against the threat of the ancient tower together." Long Ling emphasized again, with a firm light flashing in his eyes, "As long as we unite as one, there will be no difficulties that we cannot overcome."

"Yes, we have been fighting for so long, we can't give up at this time." said a young monk, with a determination flashing in his eyes.

At this time, the major sects thought of the profound understanding of the strength and role of the masters of Qiguang Temple in the battle of Tianji Holy Land, and began to win them over.

Not only did those masters demonstrate amazing strength in battle, they also used Buddhist teachings to soothe the hearts of many monks after the war, allowing them to find new hope in despair.

Therefore, all the major sects began to actively win over the masters of Qiguang Temple, and sent elite disciples to ensure their safety in the ensuing war.

"Masters, you have demonstrated supreme wisdom and strength in the last battle. Xuantian Sect is willing to provide all the necessary resources. We only hope that you can stand with us." Xuantian Sect's supreme elder Xuanjizi said sincerely, his eyes full of expectation and respect.

Master Huiguang smiled slightly, his eyes flashing with a deep light: "Elder Xuanjizi, the monks of Qiguang Temple are willing to contribute to the peace of the world, but we must also follow the guidance of Buddhism."

“Master, although the Nether Palace is different from the Xuantian Sect, we have the same respect for the masters.” The Palace Master of the Nether Palace, the Nether Patriarch, also spoke up, with a rare gentleness in his voice, “As long as the masters are willing, the resources of our Nether Palace will also be open to you.”

Master Huiguang nodded. He knew that behind the proposals of these sects was their recognition of the power of Qiguang Temple and their concern about the upcoming war.

He responded in a deep voice: "We monks of Qiguang Temple are willing to fight alongside the major sects, but we must ensure that our actions are in line with the teachings of Buddhism."

In the ensuing battle, monks from various major sects began to consciously deploy defenses around the masters of Qiguang Temple.

They knew that the safety of the masters was crucial to the entire battle situation. Whenever the battle was fierce, there were always monks who stepped forward and used their bodies and spells to block the attacks for the masters.

"Master, be careful!" A disciple of Xuantian Sect stood in front of Master Huiguang at the critical moment and used his body to block a fatal attack.

His body turned into dust under the attack, but there was a satisfied smile on his face, "It is my greatest honor to block this attack for the master."

A trace of sadness flashed in Master Huiguang's eyes, but he knew that his disciple's sacrifice was worthwhile.

His voice echoed over the battlefield: "Amitabha, may the Buddha have mercy and bless all the warriors fighting for peace."

However, at this moment, the tranquility of the Tianji Holy Land was broken by a sudden terrifying force.

In the sky, the originally azure sky seemed to be torn apart by a huge devil's hand, revealing the bloody sky behind it.

It was a bottomless red, like an endless sea of ​​blood hanging upside down in the sky. Every cloud was dyed blood, as if it was a sign of a curse.

The earth began to tremble, as if countless vengeful spirits had awakened underground. Their roars and wails penetrated the earth's crust and turned into horrifying sound waves that made the hearts and minds of all living beings tremble.

The mountains seemed to be twisted by an invisible giant hand. Magma gushed out from the cracked surface, forming blood-red pillars of fire that shot straight into the sky, contrasting beautifully with the blood-red sky.

The ancient trees in the forest began to wither. Their branches and leaves became dry in an instant and lost all vitality. Only bare branches were left swaying in the wind, emitting mournful cries.

The bark of the trees began to crack, and what flowed out was not sap, but bright red blood. They seemed to be crying, or accusing the impending disaster.

The water in the rivers and lakes began to churn, and blood bubbles appeared on the water surface one after another, as if there were countless bloody holes breathing underwater.

The creatures in the water began to mutate. Their bodies became twisted and their eyes flashed with madness. They rushed out of the water, covered in blood, and attacked the land.

In the center of this bloody land, the ancient tower is like a huge blood-red altar. Its silhouette is looming in the blood-red sky, and each appearance is accompanied by stronger vibrations and more terrifying changes.

Around the ancient tower, the space began to distort, forming blood-colored whirlpools. Heart-pounding roars came from these whirlpools, as if countless demons were about to rush out of them.

"Oh my God, what's going on?!" a monk shouted in horror, his voice seemed insignificant amid the bloody aura.

"This is the power of the ancient pagoda. It is much stronger than we imagined!" There was a hint of despair in the voice of another monk.

The monks began to gather together, their forces intertwined in the air, forming a series of protective shields, trying to resist this terrifying blood evil force.

However, the power of the blood evil was too strong, and their protective shields began to crack under the impact of the blood evil.

"Look, what are those?!" a monk shouted in horror, pointing to the sky.

Everyone looked up and saw the blood clouds in the sky began to condense, forming hideous faces. These faces were twisted and screaming, and their eyes were flashing blood-red light, as if they wanted to devour the whole world. (End of this chapter)