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

In the depths of the Tianji Holy Land, under the shadow of the ancient tower, an unprecedented terrifying force is quietly brewing.

This power, called Blood Evil, is not born naturally, but is the result of the ancient pagoda's creatures collecting the sins and crystals of all living beings over countless years, and transforming them through a special ritual.

Blood Evil, this strange and evil existence, has the ability to arouse the most primitive desires in the heart of the monks. It can quickly amplify these desires and make the monks lost in endless desires.

The power of the Blood Evil was so hidden that when it first appeared, all the monks were unable to react in time.

The sky was filled with blood-red clouds, like a huge curtain that slowly opened up, revealing the hideous outline of the ancient tower.

The air was filled with a sweet smell of blood, which made people shudder.

The monks looked around vigilantly, only to find that their own strength seemed so insignificant in the face of this force.

Suddenly, rays of blood-red light shot out from the ancient tower, piercing through the monks' defenses like sharp arrows and directly entering their bodies.

These blood-colored lights are the embodiment of blood evil. They quickly spread within the bodies of the monks, arousing the darkest desires in everyone's heart.

The monks' eyes began to become confused, and expressions of struggle appeared on their faces, but soon, this struggle was replaced by a strange frenzy.

The power of blood evil raged in the bodies of the monks, and their bodies began to undergo strange changes.

Under the skin, blood vessels began to swell, like earthworms wriggling under the skin, and eventually burst, splattering blood everywhere.

Their faces became distorted, their eyes became bloodshot, and low roars came out of their mouths.

These former monks have now turned into hideous zombies.

The bodies of these zombies became abnormally hard, their skin took on a strange bluish-gray color, their nails became as sharp as knives, and sharp fangs grew in their mouths.

The most terrifying thing is that these zombies carry a strong corpse poison.

This corpse poison can be transmitted not only through blood, but also through saliva.

Once bitten by a zombie, even the most powerful monk will be infected by the corpse poison in an instant and turned into a new zombie.

The zombies let out terrifying roars. There was no light of reason in their eyes, only a desire for fresh flesh and blood.

They pounced on the Universe Monks with swift and brutal movements, and the Universe Monks were horrified to find that their spells and magic weapons had little effect on these zombies.

The zombies' skin is as hard as iron and cannot be penetrated by ordinary attacks.

Moreover, whenever zombies are attacked, their wounds will heal quickly, as if they are immortal.

The battle became extremely brutal, and the monks of the universe were defeated one after another.

They had to rely on teamwork, using formations and special magic weapons to fight the zombies.

However, the number of zombies was too large. They came like a tide, and more and more monks were infected and joined the ranks of zombies.

Long Ling stood at the front line of the battlefield, with a determined light flashing in his eyes. If a way to resolve the blood evil was not found quickly, the entire Tianji Holy Land would be in disaster.

He shouted orders to the monks, asking them to stay calm and look for the zombies' weaknesses.

"Don't confront the zombies head-on, their bodies are too hard! Use spells to attack their heads, which is their only weakness!" Long Ling's voice echoed over the battlefield, bringing a glimmer of hope to the monks.

The monks began to act according to Long Ling's instructions. They divided into groups and used their agile bodies to dodge the zombies' attacks while looking for opportunities to attack the zombies' heads.

The battle became more difficult, but gradually there was a turn for the better. Every time a zombie was hit in the head and fell down, its body would quickly turn into a pool of black pus, and the corpse poison would dissipate.

However, the power of the blood evil has not weakened because of this. In the ancient tower, an even more powerful blood evil force is brewing.

This power was purer and more evil than the previous one. It formed a huge blood-red vortex around the ancient tower. A heart-pounding roar came from the vortex, as if countless demons were about to rush out of it.

The expressions of Long Ling and others became solemn. They knew that the release of this power would bring about an even more terrible disaster.

They must find a way to seal the ancient tower as soon as possible, otherwise the entire universe will face a catastrophe.

Under the leadership of Long Ling, the monks began to look for the weakness of the ancient tower.

They found that there was a huge stone tablet at the bottom of the tower, with ancient words engraved on it. These words seemed to be related to the power of the blood evil.

Long Ling and others began to study these texts, hoping to find clues to the seal of the ancient tower.

At the same time, the battle on the battlefield continued, zombies continued to pour out, and the monks fought hard.

They used terrain and formations to continuously weaken the power of the zombies. Some monks even began to try using special elixirs and magic weapons, hoping to find a way to control the corpse poison.

During a fierce battle, a young monk was accidentally bitten by a zombie.

His body mutated rapidly, and the corpse poison spread rapidly throughout his body.

However, just as he was about to turn into a zombie, an elderly monk rushed up and used all his strength to force the corpse poison out of his body.

The young monk was saved, but his eyes were filled with fear and gratitude.

The battle lasted for days and nights. The monks were exhausted, but their will became stronger and stronger.

In the battle of the ancient tower in the Tianji Holy Land, the power of the blood evil spread like a plague, and the monks fell one after another. Their souls and bodies were unable to escape and were devoured by the power of the blood evil.

The mysterious powers of these fallen monks did not dissipate, but gathered together under the traction of the blood evil, forming an even more terrifying existence - the Zombie King.

The body of the Zombie King is formed by the souls of countless fallen monks. Its power is increasing rapidly, becoming stronger with every minute and every second.

Its body is as big as a mountain, its skin is a strange blue-gray color, and a terrifying mysterious red light bursts out from its entire body.

These red lights are not simply halos, but mysterious red corpse worms. They wriggle rapidly on the body of the Zombie King as if they were living creatures.

These red corpse worms, called blood evil corpse worms, are another manifestation of the blood evil power.

They feed on the soul and spirit, and their numbers multiply with every devour.

The Zombie King absorbed the annihilated soul and body and used it to become an incubator for the blood-killing corpse worms. Nourished by the Zombie King's soul power, they multiplied rapidly and formed an army of corpse worms that covered the sky and the sun.

The appearance of the blood-killing corpse worms plunged the entire battlefield into deeper panic.

Their large numbers were like a blood-red cloud that covered the sky and made the already dim battlefield even more eerie.

Although the blood-killing corpse worms are small in size, each one of them has extremely strong corrosive power. Their saliva and body fluids are highly toxic and can easily corrode the monks' magic weapons and armor, or even the monks' physical bodies.

Faced with this sudden army of corpse worms, the monks of the universe felt unprecedented fear.

They waved their magic weapons and cast powerful spells in an attempt to resist this horrific torrent. However, the blood-killing corpse worms had extremely strong vitality. Even if they were hit by spells, they were only temporarily repelled and would soon regroup and continue to attack the monks.

Long Ling stood at the front line of the battlefield, his eyes flashing with determination. If they didn't find a way to deal with the bloody corpse worms as soon as possible, the entire Tianji Holy Land would be in disaster. He loudly commanded the monks to stay calm and look for the weaknesses of the corpse worms.

"Don't engage in direct confrontation with the corpse worms, there are too many of them! Use fire and lightning spells, they are particularly effective against them!" Long Ling's voice echoed over the battlefield, bringing a glimmer of hope to the monks.

The monks began to act according to Long Ling's instructions. They divided into groups and used fire and lightning spells to attack the army of corpse worms.

The flames burned the bodies of the corpse worms, and the lightning directly penetrated their shells, causing the number of the corpse worm army to begin to decrease.

However, the blood-killing corpse worms reproduce extremely quickly, and their numbers seem to never be able to be completely reduced.

During the battle, a young monk was accidentally bitten by a blood-killing corpse worm.

His body mutated rapidly. His skin began to fester, his muscles began to atrophy, and his eyes flashed with madness.

His body began to emit a strange red light, and new blood-killing corpse worms began to hatch.

This young monk eventually joined the army of corpse worms and became one of them.

The expressions of Long Ling and others became solemn, knowing that the cruelty of this battle was far beyond their imagination.

In the battle of the ancient tower in the Tianji Holy Land, the horror of the blood-killing corpse worms had exceeded the imagination of the monks.

These tiny but deadly creatures swept across the battlefield like a torrent of death, leaving behind a dead silence and desolation.

Wherever the corpse worms pass, everything turns to dust and all traces of life are completely wiped out.

With the death of the Zombie King, the blood-killing corpse worms lost the source of their spiritual power, but they did not stop reproducing.

Instead, after a brief period of confusion, they began to look for new prey more frantically. The number of corpse worms increased at an alarming rate. They were like a blood-red storm, sweeping through every corner and attacking all life indiscriminately.

The monks were horrified to find that these corpse worms could not only corrode the flesh, but also devour the soul. Once surrounded by a swarm of corpse worms, even the most powerful monks could not escape the fate of being devoured.

The saliva of corpse worms contains an extremely corrosive substance that can quickly dissolve the monks' magic weapons and armor, and even their flesh.

Their sharp fangs can easily penetrate the cultivators' spirits and directly devour their souls.

Long Ling stood at the front line of the battlefield, with a determined look in his eyes.

He shouted orders to the monks, asking them to stay calm and find the corpse worms' weaknesses.

"We must find the source of the corpse worms and cut off their reproduction chain!" Long Ling's voice echoed over the battlefield, bringing a glimmer of hope to the monks. The monks began to act according to Long Ling's instructions, using fire and lightning spells to attack the army of corpse worms.

The flames burned the bodies of the corpse worms, and the lightning directly penetrated their shells, causing the number of the corpse worm army to begin to decrease.

However, the blood-killing corpse worms reproduce extremely quickly, and their numbers seem to never be able to be completely reduced.

The expressions of Long Ling and others became solemn, knowing that the cruelty of this battle was far beyond their imagination.

They must find a way to seal the ancient tower as soon as possible, otherwise the entire universe will face a catastrophe.

Meanwhile, the battle on the battlefield continued. Bloody evil corpse worms continued to pour out, and the monks fought hard to resist.

However, the disaster of corpse worms did not end there.

Deep within the ancient tower, an even more powerful bloody force is brewing.

This power is purer and more evil than before.

It formed a huge blood-red vortex around the ancient tower, and a heart-pounding roar came from the vortex, as if countless demons were about to rush out of it.

Long Ling and others stood at the front line of the battlefield, staring at the ancient tower.

Deep within the ancient tower, a suffocating evil aura is rapidly gathering.

The monks on the battlefield felt an unprecedented sense of oppression, as if an invisible mountain was pressing on their chests, making it almost impossible for them to breathe.

The source of this aura is none other than the terrifying existence that slowly emerges from the shadow of the ancient tower—the Corpse Worm King.

The image of the Corpse Worm King is terrifying. Its body is as huge as a mountain and almost occupies the height of the entire space.

Its body is composed of countless blood-killing corpse worms. Each corpse worm is like a cell in its body, constantly wriggling and making disgusting sounds.

The skin of the Corpse Worm King was a deep red color, covered with hideous lines. These lines seemed to be made up of the corpses of countless corpse worms, exuding the smell of death and corruption.

The head of the corpse worm king is extremely huge, occupying almost one-third of its entire body.

There are no eyes on its face, only a huge mouth full of sharp teeth. Each of these teeth is like a sharp dagger, flashing with cold light.

The mouthparts kept opening and closing, spewing out streams of poisonous green mist. Wherever the mist went, all life would quickly wither and turn into ashes.

The Corpse Worm King has a pair of huge wings made of corpse worms on his back. Every time these wings flap, they will bring up a gust of wind mixed with countless tiny corpse worms, which attack the monks like a bloody rain.

Once these tiny corpse worms come into contact with the bodies of the monks, they will quickly burrow into their skin, devour their flesh and blood, and transform them into new corpse worms.

The power of the Corpse Worm King is even more terrifying. Each of its attacks carries a destructive force, enough to easily destroy a mountain.

It has various ways of attacking. Not only can it use its huge body to ram, it can also spray corrosive venom and even release powerful mental attacks to directly corrode the soul of the monk.

Faced with such a powerful corpse worm king, the monks' hearts were filled with fear and despair.

They knew that if they didn't find a way to deal with the Corpse Worm King as soon as possible, the entire Tianji Holy Land would become the territory of corpse worms and all life would be devoured.

Long Ling stood at the front line with a determined look in his eyes. Even though he was facing such a terrifying enemy, he had no intention of retreating.

He knew that only by uniting the strength of all monks could they defeat the Corpse Worm King and protect their home.

"Don't be afraid!" Long Ling shouted loudly, with an unquestionable majesty in his voice, "We must find the Corpse Worm King's weakness and cut off its reproduction chain! Only by defeating it can we end this disaster!"

Inspired by the dragon spirit, the monks regained their spirits and began to observe the actions of the Corpse Worm King more carefully, looking for its weaknesses.

Under the terrifying aura of the Corpse Worm King, the faces of the monks of the Universe turned pale, and their eyes were filled with unprecedented fear.

The hands of some monks trembled unconsciously and they could hardly hold the magic weapons in their hands, while the legs of other monks became weak and they almost fell to the ground.

"This...how is this possible? Its power is far beyond our imagination!" A young monk stuttered, his eyes full of fear, his voice trembling with a hint of impending collapse.

"Can we defeat it?" There was despair in the voice of another monk. Looking at the huge body of the Corpse Worm King, he felt like he was facing an insurmountable mountain.

"Look, its hideous mouthparts. Anyone in front of it is like an ant!" A female monk screamed, her voice was sharp and panicked, and the magic sword in her hand almost fell.

"Its skin is made up of countless corpse worms. How can our attacks penetrate such defense!" A monk in heavy armor roared. Although his words were full of anger, anyone could hear the fear in his heart.

"We must remain calm and not let fear control us!" An elderly monk tried to stabilize the morale of the army, but his voice trembled a little and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

Long Ling looked at his companions around him. He knew that if he did not take action quickly, this fear would spread rapidly and lead to the collapse of the entire defense line.

He took a deep breath and shouted:
"Listen, every cultivator, do not be consumed by fear! Although the Corpse Worm King is powerful, it is not invincible! We must find its weakness and concentrate our firepower to attack!"

There was firmness and determination in his voice, and an unyielding light flashed in his eyes.

Those words were like a breath of fresh air, slightly alleviating the fear of some monks.

"Long Ling is right. We can't give up just like that!" a cultivator said angrily, tightly gripping the magic weapon in his hand. Although his face was still pale, there was a firmness in his eyes.

"Spells and magic weapons are not vegetarian. As long as we unite as one, we can defeat this monster!" shouted another monk, with a hint of madness in his voice, but more of a desire for survival.

Under the leadership of Long Ling, the monks began to reorganize. Although there was still fear in their eyes, they had begun to show determination to fight.

With the encouragement of the Dragon Spirit, the monks of the universe gradually regained a bit of courage from their fear.

They knew that facing a terrifying existence like the Corpse Worm King, there was no other way but to unite.

The monks began to gather and formed combat teams, preparing to attack the Corpse Worm King.

"Fire and lightning are powerful weapons against corpse worms. All monks listen up, concentrate our strength, and use the most powerful spells to attack the vital points of the corpse worm king!" Long Ling commanded, his voice echoing over the battlefield, pointing the direction for the monks.

The monks nodded and began to chant spells, with the magic weapons in their hands emitting various colors of light.

The fire monks summoned blazing flames to form walls of fire, trying to block the Corpse Insect King's advance;
The thunder monks summoned bolts of lightning, preparing to deal a fatal blow to the Corpse Worm King.

The Corpse Worm King seemed to have also felt the threat from the monks. Its huge mouthparts let out a deafening roar, and the voice was full of anger and provocation.

It flapped its wings violently, creating a strong wind that blew away the flames. At the same time, a layer of green mucus suddenly appeared on the surface of its body. This mucus seemed to have a good insulating effect against lightning.

"Be careful, its mucus can block lightning!" a monk exclaimed, but before he finished speaking, the Corpse Worm King had already launched an attack.

Its huge tail swept across, and the wind pressure it created caused several monks to fly backwards and hit the rocks in the distance heavily.

"Don't panic, keep the formation!" Long Ling shouted loudly, his figure moving quickly on the battlefield, dancing the lightsaber in his hand, and killing several blood-killing corpse worms that tried to approach.

The gaze was fixed on the Corpse Worm King, looking for its weakness.

At this moment, an old monk stood up, holding an ancient jade talisman in his hand, which was engraved with complex runes.

The old monk's eyes were determined. He began to chant a spell and threw the jade talisman into the air.

The jade talisman emitted a dazzling light in the air, and then turned into a huge beam of light, hitting the Corpse Worm King's head directly.

"boom!"

The beam collided with the head of the Corpse King, causing a deafening roar.

The head of the corpse worm king was hit by the beam, and the green mucus evaporated, revealing the corpse worms underneath.

These corpse worms began to burn under the illumination of the light beam and made a shrill hissing sound.

"Its head is its weak point!" the old monk shouted, with a hint of fatigue in his voice, but more excitement and hope.

When the monks heard the old monk's shout, they immediately focused their attacks on the Corpse Worm King's head.

Flames and lightning fell on the Corpse Worm King's head like raindrops, and every attack made the Corpse Worm King roar in pain.

The Corpse Worm King struggled angrily, and its body began to twist violently, trying to break free from the monks' attacks.

Its wings flapped wildly, blowing away the surrounding monks, but the monks did not retreat. They knew that this was the critical moment to defeat the Corpse Worm King.

The battle became more and more intense. Although the Corpse Worm King was powerful, its body began to show signs of damage under the joint attack of the monks.

Its head was constantly struck by flames and lightning. The green slime could no longer completely protect it, and the corpse worms began to die in large numbers.

Finally, with a deafening bang, the Corpse Worm King's head was completely smashed, and its body lost its support and fell to the ground with a bang.

With the fall of the Corpse Worm King, the Blood Evil Corpse Worms lost their leader and began to flee in all directions, but the monks did not let them go and continued to chase them, destroying these horrible creatures one by one.

After the battle, the monks stood beside the corpse of the Corpse Worm King, with fatigue on their faces, but more of the joy of victory.

This battle is only a temporary victory. The secrets of the ancient tower have not been fully revealed, and more challenges are still waiting for them.

But they also believe that nothing is impossible for them and they fight for their own sect and for their loved ones in the Tianji Holy Land.

(End of this chapter)