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

In the depths of the Tianji Holy Land, the shadow of the ancient tower is like a huge curtain, covering this mysterious land.

After a series of hard battles, Long Ling and his companions finally met up with the monks of Qiguang Temple in a hidden valley.

In the valley, ancient trees stand tall and streams gurgle. Amidst the peace, there hides an impending storm.

Long Ling has been through hundreds of battles, his eyes reveal determination and wisdom, his clothes are stained with traces of battle, but his spirit is still vigorous.

Opposite him was an elderly monk wearing a simple robe and holding a nine-ring staff. He was Master Huiguang, the abbot of Qiguang Temple.

There was a deep light shining in his eyes, as if he could see through all the mysteries of the world.

The two sat down on a flat stone in the valley and began a deep communication.

Long Ling spoke first: "Master, the power of the creatures in the ancient pagoda is far beyond our imagination. They seem to be able to absorb the power of the ancient pagoda and continuously strengthen themselves. We must find a way to restrain them."

Master Huiguang nodded, his voice calm but powerful: "I also gained some insights from the changes in the ancient pagoda. Although the creatures in the ancient pagoda are powerful, their power is not invincible. The Pudu Sutra of Qiguang Temple may be their nemesis."

A gleam of light flashed in Long Ling's eyes, and he asked anxiously, "Master, what do you think?"

Master Huiguang said slowly: "The Pudu Sutra contains the supreme wisdom and power of Buddhism. It can purify evil and dispel darkness.

I sensed a strong sense of resentment and darkness from the creatures in the ancient pagoda, which is exactly what the Pudu Sutra can restrain. "

Long Ling pondered for a moment, then said: "Master, our Lihu City cultivators also discovered some of their weaknesses during the battle with the ancient tower creatures.

If we can combine the power of the Pudu Sutra, perhaps we can formulate a detailed plan to effectively kill the monks in the ancient tower."

“Donor Long Ling is absolutely right.

The power of the Pudu Sutra needs to be exerted through our recitation and the use of ritual instruments.

We can make a batch of special instruments with scriptures from the Pudu Sutra engraved on them to weaken the power of the ancient pagoda creatures."

Master Huiguang nodded in agreement.

After hearing this, Long Ling's eyes lit up with excitement: "This is indeed a good idea. The monks can carry these magic weapons and directly attack the weaknesses of the creatures in the ancient pagoda. At the same time, the master and the monks of Qiguang Temple can use the power of the Pudu Sutra to attack them from a spiritual level."

Master Huiguang smiled slightly and continued, "Not only that, we can also set up Buddhist formations during the battle, with the Pudu Sutra as the core, to form a powerful barrier that will weaken the power of the ancient tower creatures and enhance the combat effectiveness of our monks."

"Master, time is running out, we must act immediately. I will gather the cultivators from Lihu City and work with the monks from Qiguang Temple to start making magic tools and setting up formations." Long Ling stood up with a determined look.

Master Huiguang also stood up, with a determined light in his eyes: "Let's fight side by side, use the power of Buddhism to dispel the darkness of the ancient pagoda and protect the peace of Tianji Holy Land."

In the next few days, the monks of Lihucheng and Qiguang Temple began intensive preparations.

They made a batch of special magic tools, each of which was engraved with scriptures from the Pudu Sutra and emitted a faint golden glow.

At the same time, Master Huiguang led the monks to begin setting up Buddhist formations around the ancient pagoda, each of which contained powerful Buddhist power.

As the preparations were completed, Long Ling and Master Huiguang stood at the front of the team, with determination flashing in their eyes.

"Fellow monks and masters, preparations have been completed. Now it is time to launch the final attack on the creatures of the ancient tower. Let us use the power of the Pudu Sutra to dispel the darkness and protect our home!"

Long Ling said loudly.

The friars and monks responded in unison, their voices full of determination and courage.

Under the leadership of Long Ling and Master Huiguang, they headed towards the ancient pagoda, preparing for the final battle with the creatures in the pagoda.

In the shadow of the ancient tower, fighting broke out again.

The monks brandished magical weapons engraved with the Sutra of Universal Salvation. Every attack carried the power of Buddhism, weakening the defenses of the creatures in the ancient pagoda.

The monks of Qiguang Temple were chanting the Pudu Sutra in the rear of the battlefield, providing spiritual support to the monks on the front line.

The creatures in the ancient pagoda felt an unprecedented threat, and their power began to weaken under the influence of the Pudu Sutra.

The monks seized the opportunity and launched a more fierce attack. Led by Long Ling, they concentrated their firepower to attack.

The battle lasted for a long time, and both sides paid a huge price. Under the power of the Pudu Sutra and the brave fighting of the monks, the creatures in the ancient tower began to fall one by one.

Their bodies turned to ashes under the Buddha's light and their souls were purified.

Long Ling and Master Huiguang stood on the battlefield, their faces full of fatigue, but with a gleam of determination in their eyes.

Master Huiguang clasped his hands together and chanted scriptures to pray for the souls of the monks and living beings who died in the battle.

Long Ling stood beside him, his heart filled with mourning for his companions and hope for the future.

"Rumble..."

Above the ancient tower in the Tianji Holy Land, the originally calm sky suddenly became abnormal.

At first, there were only sporadic scarlet spots flickering in the sky, like distant stars dyed red by blood.

However, as time went on, these light spots became more and more numerous and closer, and finally, everyone discovered to their horror that those light spots were actually giant vampire bats.

There were so many vampire bats that their shadows formed a shadow in the sky, blocking out the sunlight and plunging the entire ancient tower into a strange dark red.

There was a bloodthirsty light flashing in their eyes, and their sharp fangs looked particularly ferocious under the dark red sky.

As they approached, a strong fishy wind blew in their faces, making all the monks feel deeply uneasy.

"Be careful! These bats are not ordinary creatures, they are evil things in the ancient tower!" Long Ling warned loudly, and his voice was particularly clear in the tense atmosphere.

At this moment, vampire bats swept in like a blood cloud. Their target was clear, aiming directly at the monks from the universe outside the ancient tower.

The bats swooped down at an astonishing speed, baring their sharp claws and fangs, and bit at the monks.

Their attacks were extremely swift and many monks were scratched by the bats' sharp claws or bitten by their fangs before they could even react.

The monks who were bitten immediately felt a cold force spreading in their bodies. Their souls and bodies began to be devoured, and their original power was rapidly lost.

These original powers were absorbed by the vampire bats, their bodies became stronger, and the light in their eyes became brighter.

"Quick, attack them with fire and lightning!" Long Ling commanded, knowing that these bats were afraid of light and high temperatures. The monks responded immediately, summoning fire and lightning to counterattack the bats.

Flames burned the bats' wings and lightning pierced their bodies. For a moment, shrill screams rang out among the bats.

However, the number of bats was too large. Their attacks were like a tide, one wave after another, and cracks began to appear in the monks' defense line.

At this moment, a powerful blood-red light suddenly burst out from the top floor of the ancient tower. It was a huge blood-red coffin.

The runes on the evil coffin were extremely bright at this moment, emitting a heart-pounding power.

"Not good, that evil coffin is absorbing the essence of the souls and bodies that were devoured!" Master Huiguang's voice was filled with fear. As soon as he finished speaking, everyone saw that the souls and bodies of the monks killed by the vampire bats turned into streams of light and flew towards the evil coffin.

The evil coffin is like a bottomless black hole, greedily absorbing the original power of these spiritual bodies.

As more and more of the essence of the soul and body was absorbed, the runes on the evil coffin became brighter and brighter. Finally, the entire coffin began to tremble, as if some terrifying existence was about to awaken.

As the blood-red evil coffin on the top floor of the ancient tower made a deafening noise, a suffocating evil aura quickly spread in the air.

The sky, which should have been a clear blue, was now covered by a scarlet haze, as if even the light was swallowed up by this evil force.

The monks looked up and saw that the lid of the bloody evil coffin was suddenly pushed open after a violent vibration. A strong blood light rushed up to the sky, covering the entire ancient tower in a terrifying red light.

This blood light is not just light, it is more like a living entity, carrying the power of corrosion and destruction. Wherever it touches, everything is stained with an ominous blood color.

In the bloody light, a huge figure slowly emerged. Its image gradually became clearer, causing all the monks who witnessed the scene to shudder.

It was a gigantic vampire dragon bat, so huge that it almost occupied half of the sky. When its wings spread, it was like a dark cloud, blocking the sunlight and casting a deep shadow.

The dragon bat's skin was a sickly dark red color, covered with hideous bumps and wrinkles, as if it was made up of countless small vampire bats.

Its head is extremely large, occupying almost one-third of its entire body. It has no eyes, only a huge mouth full of sharp teeth.

Each of those teeth was like a sharp dagger, flashing with cold light, as if it could tear everything apart.

The dragon bat has a pair of huge wings made of corpse worms on its 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 most frightening thing was the terrifying light emanating from the dragon bats, a deep red light filled with the breath of death and corruption. Under the illumination of this light, the monks felt that their vitality was rapidly draining away, as if even their souls were being pulled out.

The dragon bat let out a roar that shook the earth. The sound was like thunder, which hurt the monks' eardrums and made them step back involuntarily.

Its roar was full of anger and provocation, as if declaring its dominance over the world.

The monks were horrified to find that the dragon bat's attack was not just physical destruction, it could also directly extract the monks' souls and bodies.

The bodies of those monks who were attacked by the dragon bats shrank rapidly, their soul essence was drained away, and then they fell to the ground powerlessly, without any life left.

The entire battlefield fell into chaos and panic.

The appearance of the dragon bat is like the messenger of death, announcing death and despair.

The monks fled in all directions, trying to escape the monster's attack range.

However, the dragon bat 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.

Long Ling and his companions were faced with this unprecedented horror scene, their hearts were filled with fear.

But they knew that if they didn't defeat the dragon-bat, they would never be able to leave this hell.

They must unite and find a way to fight against the dragon bats, otherwise the entire Tianji Holy Land will become the territory of the ancient tower and all life will be devoured.

The moment the vampire dragon bat flapped its wings and flew out, the hearts of the monks of the universe were shaken by unprecedented fear.

This is not only because of the dragon bat's huge body like a mountain, but also because of the evil aura it exudes, as if even the sky is swallowed by its shadow.

The monks looked at the dragon bats that covered the sky and felt a strong sense of panic in their hearts.

Every flap of the dragon bat's wings is accompanied by the howling of the wind, and every roar makes the earth tremble.

The hideous mouthparts, sharp teeth, and the pair of blood-red eyes filled with the breath of death made the monks feel a chill from the depths of their souls.

"This... what kind of monster is this?!" a young monk shouted stutteringly, his voice seemed insignificant amid the roar of the dragon bats. His eyes were full of fear and his body was shaking uncontrollably.

"Run! Run!" another monk screamed and turned around to escape, but his legs became weak with fear and he could hardly move.

"Its skin... 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 troops, but his voice trembled a little and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

The appearance of the dragon bats is not only a threat of battle, but also a great test of the monks' minds.

Their existence is like a demon crawling out of hell. Every movement they make carries the threat of death, and every attack is enough to make the bravest monks despair.

The monks began to flee in all directions, trying to escape the dragon bats' attack range.

However, the dragon bat 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.

"No...no! I don't want to die here!" A monk shouted breathlessly, his face full of fear. His body had been injured by the attack of the dragon bats, and his clothes were stained with blood.

"Our magic has no effect on it at all!" a monk shouted in despair, his eyes filled with fear and unwillingness, watching his magic dissipate on the dragon bat's body, unable to cause any harm.

In this battlefield shrouded in fear, the courage and strength of the monks seemed to be weakened. Their hearts were filled with fear of the dragon bats, a fear that was not only a fear of death, but also a deep fear of the unknown and powerful force.

The dragon bats became an insurmountable mountain in their hearts and an eternal nightmare in the depths of their souls.

The terrifying vampire dragon bat flapped its wings, its huge body covered the sky and the sun, and its ferocious roar shook every inch of space.

The appearance of the dragon bat was like a sign of doomsday, casting a shadow of despair over the hearts of all the monks.

The masters of Qiguang Temple did not retreat in the face of this terrifying dragon-bat.

Master Huiguang, as the leader of the temple, had a determined look in his eyes. He gently waved the nine-ring staff in his hand, and rays of Buddha's light shot out from the staff, forming a huge "卍" character that hovered above the battlefield.

"Amitabha, save all sentient beings, the eight divisions of heavenly dragons appear!" Master Huiguang's voice was calm but powerful as he chanted the Universal Salvation Sutra. The scriptures echoed in the air, and every word seemed to contain endless Buddha's power.

As Master Huiguang chanted, the Pudu Sutra turned into tangible Buddha power. Golden light shone brightly, and eight dragon shadows flew out from the scripture and circled in the sky. Their bodies were made of pure Buddha light, and each one exuded a sacred and powerful aura.

These eight divine dragons are the embodiment of power in the Pudu Sutra. Their existence is to protect all living beings and drive away all evil.

The dragon bat felt the power of the eight divine dragons. Its eyes flashed with bloodthirstiness and violence. It let out a deafening roar and attacked the divine dragons.

Its huge wings flapped, and the strong wind it created was mixed with countless tiny corpse worms, which attacked the dragons like a bloody rain.

Eight divine dragons circled and danced, their roars shaking the earth. Each dragon opened its huge mouth and spit out golden Buddha light. These Buddha lights intertwined in the air to form a solid barrier that kept the corpse worms and the strong wind out.

The battle was about to break out, and the power of the dragon bat and the eight divine dragons collided in the air, and every collision made a deafening roar.

The claws and fangs of the dragon bat are extremely sharp, and each attack carries a destructive force, but the Buddha's light of the Eight Divine Dragons is equally powerful. They flexibly dodge the attacks of the dragon bat and fight back with the Buddha's light.

Master Huiguang and other monks continued to chant the Pudu Sutra to provide strength for the eight dragons.

The sound of their chanting echoed over the battlefield like a stream of clear water, purifying the surrounding evil aura and providing spiritual support to the monks.

The dragon bat seemed to feel angry, and its attacks became more violent. Every flap of its wings brought up a huge storm, and the entire ancient tower trembled under its attack.

But the eight divine dragons were not afraid. With the blessing of Buddha's light, their bodies became stronger and each collision with the dragon bats emitted a dazzling light.

The battle became more and more intense, and the power of the dragon bats and the eight divine dragons intertwined in the sky, forming a terrifying and spectacular picture.

Every attack of the dragon bat carries the breath of death, while every counterattack of the eight divine dragons is full of the power of life.

Finally, after a violent collision, the Buddha's light of the eight divine dragons condensed into a huge beam of light, hitting the dragon bat's chest directly.

The dragon bat let out a painful roar, and its body began to burn under the illumination of the Buddha's light. Finally, with a deafening bang, the dragon bat's body was completely destroyed and turned into countless flames that dissipated in the air.

As the dragon bats dissipated, the evil aura around the ancient tower began to gradually weaken, and the blood color in the sky gradually faded away.

The eight divine dragons circled in the air for a while, and finally turned into golden lights and reintegrated into the Pudu Sutra.

"Boom bang bang..."

After the huge body of the dragon bat was completely defeated by the Buddha's light of the eight divine dragons, the entire ancient pagoda area fell into an eerie silence.

However, this calm did not last long. The blood of the dragon bat, like hot magma, poured down from the sky and landed on the surface of the ancient tower, reacting strangely with the runes on the tower.

The blood of the dragon bats seemed to have life. They squirmed and intertwined on the runes of the ancient tower, causing every rune on the surface of the ancient tower to light up with an evil light.

These lights crisscrossed and formed terrifying patterns. The entire ancient tower seemed to be given new life, emitting all kinds of evil light and covering everything around it in blood.

As the blood continued to flow, the space above the ancient tower began to distort, and powerful energy waves surged in the air.

Suddenly, a huge rune formation formed above the ancient tower. It was composed of countless complex runes, and each rune exuded a heart-pounding power.

The rune formation was shaking violently, as if it was accumulating some terrifying power.

Just as all the monks were staring with bated breath, a shocking column of blood suddenly shot out from the center of the rune formation and rushed straight into the sky.

In the blood column, a huge figure slowly condensed and took shape. It was a giant wolf king, its body hundreds of times larger than that of an ordinary wolf, and every hair on its head was like a steel needle, flashing with cold light.

The wolf king's eyes were like two blood-red suns, emitting a violent and bloodthirsty light.

The wolf king roared against the sky, the sound shook the earth, and its appearance made all the monks feel a fear from the depths of their souls.

As the wolf king roared, the rune formation shot out bursts of rain of light, which fell on the ground and on the corpses of the monks who had just fallen.

A strange scene occurred, the fallen monks actually began to revive under the light rain. Their bodies healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, but this healing was accompanied by drastic changes.

Their hair grew thicker, their nails sharpened, their teeth pointed, and their eyes flashed with bloodthirsty light.

They all turned into bloodthirsty werewolves, roared like wild beasts, and pounced on the surrounding universe monks.

The monks of the universe were terrified by this sudden change. They had just recovered from the terror of the dragon bats, but were surrounded by the even more terrifying werewolves.

The power of these werewolves far exceeds that of ordinary monks. They are extremely fast and have extremely strong attack power, and each attack carries deadly force.

"What is going on?! How did our companion become like this?!" a monk shouted breathlessly, his eyes filled with disbelief and fear.

"These werewolves are too powerful!" another monk shouted in despair. His body had been torn apart by the werewolves' claws and blood was splattered everywhere.

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

"Don't panic! Although these werewolves are powerful, their weaknesses are in their heads and hearts!" Long Ling commanded loudly. His 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 werewolves' attacks while looking for opportunities to attack the werewolves' heads and hearts.

The battle became more difficult, but gradually there was a turn for the better. Whenever a werewolf was hit in the head or heart and fell, its body would quickly turn into a pool of black pus and die completely.

However, the number of werewolves was too large. Their attacks were like a tide, one wave after another, and cracks began to appear in the monks' defense line.

Long Ling knew that if action was not taken quickly, this fear would spread rapidly, leading to the collapse of the entire defense line.

He took a deep breath and shouted, "Listen, every monk, don't be consumed by fear! Although the werewolves are powerful, they are not invincible! We must find their weaknesses 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. Facing the terrifying existence like werewolves, there was no other way except to unite.

The monks began to gather and formed combat teams, preparing to attack the werewolves.

"Fire and lightning are powerful weapons against werewolves. All monks listen up, concentrate our strength, and use the most powerful spells to attack the werewolves' vital points!" 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, forming walls of fire in an attempt to block the werewolves' advance;

The thunder monks summoned bolts of lightning, ready to deal a fatal blow to the werewolves.

The werewolves seemed to feel the threat from the monks as well. Their ferocious faces emitted earth-shaking roars, their voices filled with anger and provocation.

A layer of green mucus suddenly appeared on the surface of their bodies, which 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 werewolf 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 with the lightsaber in his hand, killing several werewolves who tried to approach.

The gaze was fixed on the werewolves, looking for their weaknesses.

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 werewolf's head directly.

"Boom!" The beam of light collided with the werewolf's head, causing a deafening noise.

The werewolf's head was hit by the beam and the green goo was vaporized, revealing the werewolf underneath.

These werewolves began to burn under the light beam and let out shrill howls.

"Its head is its weak point!"

The old monk shouted loudly, with a hint of fatigue in his voice, but more of excitement and hope.

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

Fire and lightning rained down on the werewolf's head, and every attack made the werewolf roar in pain.

The werewolf struggled angrily, and its body began to twist violently, trying to break free from the monks' attack.

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 werewolf.

The battle became more intense. Although the werewolf 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 werewolves began to die in large numbers.

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

As the werewolf fell, the blood-killing 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.

With the complete demise of the werewolves, however, the land did not return to peace.

The ground began to shake violently, and cracks spread like a spider web, as if the entire earth was groaning in pain.

"Look, there!" A monk pointed at the crack in the ground, his voice filled with undisguised panic.

Everyone looked in the direction of his finger, and saw a strange blood-red light coming out of the crack. The light became brighter and brighter, as if some terrifying creature was about to break out of the ground.

As the earth cracked and the sky collapsed, a strong bloody energy rushed into the sky, accompanied by a suffocating feeling of oppression.

In the center of this blood energy, a mysterious blood-colored flower slowly emerged.

Its petals were as if stained with blood, and each petal emitted an eerie light. The blood light flowing on the petals seemed to have life, beating and breathing.

The appearance of this blood-colored flower made the atmosphere of the entire battlefield even more depressing and terrifying.

The monks felt a strong sense of uneasiness. The appearance of this flower was no accident. It must be related to the evil power of the ancient tower.

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

"Don't get close to it, there's something strange about this flower!" warned another monk, sensing a strong evil energy emanating from the flower.

The blood-red flower slowly bloomed in the crack, its roots digging deep into the ground, as if absorbing the vitality of the earth.

As the flower bloomed, the cracks around it began to expand, and more blood-red light gushed out from the ground, forming a huge blood-red halo that surrounded the flower. (End of this chapter)