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

Under the halo of the blood-red flowers, the monks' faces grew paler and paler. They exchanged worried glances with each other, feeling extremely shocked and terrified at this sudden disaster.

The appearance of this flower undoubtedly exacerbated the danger in their hearts and made them feel an unprecedented crisis.

"This blood energy is devouring vitality!" a monk exclaimed, feeling his magic power constantly draining away, as if being absorbed by that strange flower.

"We must take action immediately, otherwise we will all become food for this evil flower!" Another monk tightly grasped the magic weapon in his hand, and although his voice trembled, he still tried to remain calm.

Long Ling stood in front of everyone, his eyes firm and sharp. Although he was also shocked, he knew that as a leader, he had to remain calm and guide everyone. "Everyone, listen to me. This blood-colored flower must be a new sign of the ancient tower's changes. We must find its weakness, just like we did before against those aliens and dragon bats."

"But Lord Long Ling, the evil power of this flower seems to be stronger than the previous monster. What should we do?" A young monk's voice was filled with despair. Looking at the blood constantly gushing out of the cracks, he felt deeply powerless.

"We can't just sit there and wait for death. We must take the initiative." Long Ling's voice was firm and powerful. He looked around and finally his eyes fell on Master Huiguang. "Master, what do you think of this blood-colored flower?"

Master Huiguang clasped his hands together, his eyes gleaming with wisdom. "Amitabha, this flower is formed by the condensation of evil energy. Its existence violates the balance between heaven and earth. We must use the power of Buddhism to purify this evil energy."

"Then, what should we do?" Long Ling asked anxiously.

Master Huiguang pointed to the blood-red flower and said, "Look at the center of the flower. That is the source of its power. We must destroy its center to stop its growth."

Long Ling nodded and immediately gave the order, "All monks, listen to my command. Fire and lightning monks, prepare to attack. We will focus our forces to attack the center of the flower. The others will be responsible for defense and protect our companions."

The monks took action immediately and quickly formed attack and defense formations according to Long Ling's instructions.

The fire monks gathered at the front line, with blazing flames gathered in their palms, while the thunder monks gathered the power of thunder and lightning in the rear.

"Attack!" Long Ling gave an order, and flames and lightning swept towards the center of the blood-colored flower like an angry storm.

The blood-colored flower seemed to sense the threat. Its petals began to tremble violently, emitting an even stronger blood-colored light in an attempt to resist this powerful attack.

However, the monks' attacks were like a storm, constantly impacting the blood-colored flowers' defenses.

Flames burned its petals and lightning struck its stamens, and every attack made the blood-red flower groan in pain.

The battle lasted for a long time, and the power of the blood-colored flower began to gradually weaken. Its petals began to wither, and the blood light in the stamens also became dim.

Finally, under a powerful joint attack, the center of the blood-red flower was completely destroyed. It let out a final shrill scream, then turned into a wisp of black smoke and dissipated into the air.

The monks finally breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the blood-colored flowers disappear.

The changes in the ancient tower are still continuing. We must remain vigilant and prepare for the next challenge.

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However, after the blood-colored flowers withered, the black smoke in the air floated recklessly like a ghost.

The monks originally thought that the battle was over and their tired bodies and minds could get a short rest, but soon they discovered that something was wrong.

At first, only a few monks stopped and their eyes became blurred, as if they were staring at a certain focus in the distance.

Soon after, more and more monks began to show the same symptoms. In their eyes, they actually saw the person they desired most, doing the thing they desired most.

Some monks saw their long-lost families, some monks saw the treasures they had always dreamed of, and some monks saw themselves standing at the top, admired by thousands of people.

These illusions were so real that many monks began to lose themselves and became immersed in the illusions.

They either smiled happily, laughed ecstatically, or shed tears silently, completely forgetting that they were on a battlefield.

Long Ling understood instantly that the most terrifying thing was not the flower, but the smoke after the flowers withered.

She immediately became alert and shouted, "Everyone be careful, this smoke is poisonous and can make people fall into hallucinations and lose control of themselves!"

Her voice was like thunder, echoing over the battlefield, trying to awaken the lost monks.

However, the impact of the smoke was far greater than he had imagined.

Some monks even began to walk towards the illusion, reaching out their hands to touch those non-existent people and objects.

Some monks rolled on the ground, as if they were fighting invisible enemies.

Some monks even had expressions of extreme fear on their faces, as if they had seen something terrible.

Long Ling knew that if measures were not taken quickly, the entire team would completely collapse, so he immediately gave the order.

"All monks, close your eyes immediately and don't look at the smoke! Use your inner strength to seal your senses and don't be fooled by the illusion!"

When the monks heard Long Ling's order, they began to try to close their eyes and use their inner strength to resist the invasion of illusions.

However, the toxins in the smoke had already penetrated deeply into their bodies, and closing their eyes could no longer completely block out the intrusion of hallucinations.

Upon seeing this, Master Huiguang immediately led the monks of Qiguang Temple to recite scriptures.

Their voices were deep and powerful, gradually forming a clear stream on the battlefield, fighting against those illusions.

The power of the scriptures gradually spread, and some monks began to regain a little clarity under the guidance of the scriptures.

"We must find the source of the smoke and eliminate it completely!" Long Ling said to several monks around him, nodded, and began to look for the source of the smoke on the battlefield.

As the monks chanted scriptures, some monks began to gradually wake up from the illusion.

When they woke up, they immediately felt deep fear and shame, realizing that they had almost lost themselves in the illusion, and couldn't help but worry about their companions who were still lost.

"Look, the smoke is coming out of those cracks!" A monk shouted, pointing at the cracks on the ground. Everyone looked in the direction of his finger and saw black smoke pouring out of the cracks.

Long Ling immediately organized a team and prepared to go deep into the crack to find and destroy the source of the smoke.

They knew that this was an extremely dangerous mission, but they had to take the risk in order to rescue their lost companions.

The team members are all elites who have experienced countless battles, and there is a determination gleam in their eyes.

They prepared various magic weapons and elixirs to deal with any situation that might arise.

Under the leadership of Long Ling, the team members carefully entered the crack.

Inside the crack is an intricate underground maze, and the air is filled with a strong smell of blood and toxins.

As they went deeper into the maze, the visions became more intense.

They had to remind themselves all the time not to be fooled by the illusions around them.

Long Ling constantly encouraged the team members to stay sober and rational.

Deep in the maze, the source of the smoke was finally found.

There was a huge pool of blood there, filled with black liquid, and it was this liquid that was constantly emitting deadly smoke.

"It seems that this blood pool is the source of the smoke. We must destroy it to stop the smoke from spreading further." Long Ling said in a deep voice.

The team members immediately took action, using various spells and magic weapons to try to destroy the blood pool.

However, the blood pool seemed to have some mysterious power, and their attacks seemed unable to cause effective damage to it.

"There's something strange about this blood pool. Our attacks are ineffective against it!" a monk said anxiously.

Long Ling pondered for a moment, then said: "It seems that we need to find the weakness of the blood pool. Everyone, observe carefully to see if there is anything unusual."

The monks began to observe the blood pool carefully and found a strange rune in the center of the blood pool. This rune seemed to control the power of the blood pool.

"It seems that this rune is the key to the blood pool. We must destroy this rune to destroy the blood pool." Long Ling said, pointing at the rune.

The team members immediately concentrated their firepower and attacked the rune. Under their joint attack, cracks began to appear on the rune.

Finally, after a powerful attack, the rune was completely destroyed, the liquid in the blood pool began to evaporate rapidly, and the source of the smoke was successfully cut off.

As the blood pool disappeared, the black smoke on the ground began to gradually dissipate.

The monks were finally able to break free from the illusion, and their hearts were filled with relief as they watched their once lost companions gradually wake up.

Long Ling stood at the edge of the crack, staring firmly in the direction of the ancient tower.

The battle has just begun and there is still a long way to go.

As the monks returned from the rifts one after another, they began to reorganize.

They knew that they needed more wisdom and courage to uncover the secret of the ancient tower and find a way to seal it.

Under the leadership of Master Long Ling and Master Hui Guang, the monks began to study the history and structure of the ancient pagoda in depth, looking for clues to seal the ancient pagoda.

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Under the shadow of the ancient pagoda, the monks felt deep admiration and respect for the means and wisdom displayed by Long Ling and the masters of Qiguang Temple.

They witnessed with their own eyes Long Ling's calm command in the crisis and the spectacular scene of the masters of Qiguang Temple using Buddhist teachings to fight against evil, which deeply shook their hearts.

Long Ling, as the leader of Lihu City, is not only powerful in combat, but also possesses extraordinary wisdom and courage.

When faced with the attacks of blood-colored flowers and black smoke, he could always find a way to deal with them quickly, leading the monks to escape from the brink of death again and again. His lightsaber was like the dawn that cut through the darkness, giving the monks hope and courage.

The monks began to gather around him and obey his command. They believed that as long as they followed the dragon spirit, they could find a way to survive.

In this battle, the masters of Qiguang Temple also played an indispensable role.

Master Huiguang, as the leader of the temple, his peaceful yet powerful voice and the Buddha's light that can dispel darkness have become a beacon in the hearts of the monks.

With the power of Buddhism, they purified their companions who were troubled by evil forces and awakened them from the illusion.

This power is not only a weapon to fight against evil, but also a spiritual comfort, allowing the monks to find a reason to keep fighting in despair.

The monks began to discuss privately the wisdom and courage of Long Ling and the masters of Qiguang Temple.

Some of them began to reflect on their own fighting methods, thinking about how they could be like Long Ling, not only possessing powerful strength but also staying calm in crises and finding the key to solving problems.

Others among them developed a strong interest in the Buddhist teachings of Qiguang Temple and wanted to learn more. Some even began to try to learn scriptures that could purify the mind and dispel evil.

A young monk walked towards Long Ling, his eyes full of respect: "Lord Long Ling, I admire your calmness and wisdom in battle. I want to know, how do you always maintain clear judgment in such a chaotic battle?"

Long Ling looked at the young monk and replied with a smile: "In battle, the most important thing is to stay calm. Only by staying calm can you see the enemy's weaknesses and find opportunities for victory. In addition, continuous learning and accumulation of experience are also the key to improving your judgment."

Another monk asked Master Huiguang: "Master, your Buddhist power is so magical that it can purify evil and protect our hearts. How can we learn such power?"

Master Huiguang smiled and nodded, and replied: "The power of Buddhism comes from a deep understanding of the world and compassion for all living beings. If you are interested, you can come to Qiguang Temple to study Buddhism after fighting. Only when your heart is calm can you truly understand the essence of Buddhism."

As time went on, more and more monks began to learn from Long Ling and the masters of Qiguang Temple.

They practiced Dragon Spirit's tactics in battle, learning how to remain calm in a crisis and how to find the enemy's weaknesses in chaos.

At the same time, under the guidance of the masters of Qiguang Temple, they also studied Buddhism, purified their minds and enhanced their spiritual strength.

The progress of these monks was remarkable. Under Long Ling's guidance, they gradually learned how to cooperate better and how to use their spells and magic weapons more effectively.

Under the influence of Buddhism, their minds have become more resolute and are no longer easily shaken by evil forces.

The wisdom and courage of Long Ling and the masters of Qiguang Temple have become legends in the hearts of the monks. Their stories are sung in the Tianji Holy Land, inspiring more monks to join the battle against the evil forces of the ancient tower.

These monks believed that as long as they could inherit the wisdom and courage of Long Ling and the masters of Qiguang Temple, nothing would be impossible.

In the following days, the monks, under the leadership of Long Ling and the masters of Qiguang Temple, continued to explore the ancient pagoda in depth, looking for a way to seal it.

The challenges they face are becoming increasingly difficult, but their faith is growing stronger.

They knew that as long as they united, they could find a way to defeat evil and protect the peace of the Tianji Sanctuary.

This battle is not only a battle against the ancient tower, but also a journey of spiritual growth for the monks.

Under the influence of Long Ling and the masters of Qiguang Temple, they gradually realized deeper wisdom and courage, which will become their most precious wealth and accompany them through every challenge in the future.

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Deep in the Tianji Holy Land, the great changes in the ancient tower were not quelled by the disappearance of the blood-colored flowers.

On the contrary, an older and more powerful force awakened at the foundation of the ancient pagoda, bringing unprecedented disaster.

The monks called it "Tianfen", a legendary existence that foreshadowed the coming of a new disaster.

The appearance of the Heavenly Tomb was accompanied by violent shaking between heaven and earth.

The clouds in the sky were torn apart by an invisible force, revealing the void behind them.

The earth seemed to have suffered great pain, with cracks crisscrossing each other, as if a huge mouth was swallowing everything around it.

The monks could not stand steadily, and some were even swallowed by the cracks and disappeared into the endless darkness.

"The Heavenly Tomb has appeared and a catastrophe is about to come!" an elderly monk shouted in horror, his voice particularly clear in the chaos.

Long Ling held the lightsaber tightly, his eyes firm and sharp. He knew that this was not just a battle against the ancient tower, but also a war for the survival of Tianji Holy Land.

He shouted loudly: "Everyone, assemble immediately!"

Under Long Ling's command, the monks began to assemble in an orderly manner, but the power of Tianfen was far beyond their imagination.

As the cracks continued to expand, streams of black mist gushed out from the ground. The mist was highly corrosive, and any living thing touched by the mist would quickly wither and turn into ashes.

"Be careful with the mists, they are poisonous!" a monk warned loudly, with a hint of despair in his voice.

Long Ling immediately ordered the monks to retreat and avoid contact with the mist. They must find a way to fight against the mist, otherwise they will not be able to approach the Heavenly Tomb.

At this time, Master Huiguang stood up, holding a Buddhist bead emitting a faint golden light in his hand. "Amitabha, let us purify these evil mists with the power of Buddhism." His voice was calm and powerful, bringing a glimmer of hope to the monks.

Master Huiguang began to recite scriptures, and the Buddhist beads in his hands emitted an increasingly strong light.

As the scriptures were chanted, golden beams of light shot out from the Buddhist beads and shone on the black mist.

The fog began to dissipate under the Buddha's light and turned into nothingness.

"Master, how did you do it?" a young monk asked in surprise, his eyes full of admiration.

Master Hui Guang smiled and replied: "The Dharma is boundless and can purify all evil in the world. As long as we have light in our hearts, nothing is impossible."

Under the leadership of Master Huiguang, the monks of Qiguang Temple began to chant scriptures, and golden Buddha light intertwined over the battlefield, forming a solid barrier to block the spread of fog. Under the protection of Buddha light, the monks began to approach Tianfen.

However, the power of the Heavenly Tomb did not weaken. As the cracks expanded further, deep roars came from underground, shaking the monks.

They were horrified to find that there were huge arms struggling in the cracks, as if something was trying to crawl out from the ground.

"Oh my God, what is that?" a monk shouted in horror, his voice trembling.

Long Ling held the lightsaber tightly, his eyes flashing with determination. "Whatever that thing is, we can't let it crawl out of the ground. Everyone, prepare to attack!"

The monks responded immediately, their spells and magic weapons intertwined in the air, forming a powerful attack net, directly hitting the arms that stretched out from the cracks. However, these arms were extremely hard, and the monks' attacks could only leave shallow marks.

"These arms are too hard, our attacks can't penetrate them at all!" said a monk breathlessly, his face covered in sweat.

Long Ling knew that they had to find the weakness of these arms. He carefully observed the structure of the arms and found that there were strange runes flashing at the joints of the arms.

"Attack those runes, that's their weakness!" Long Ling commanded loudly.

The monks immediately concentrated their firepower and attacked the runes. Under their joint attack, the runes began to break one by one, and the power of the arm began to gradually weaken.

Finally, with a deafening bang, the arm was completely shattered and turned into countless pieces that dissipated in the air.

However, the power of Tianfen did not disappear.

As the arm disappeared, an even more terrifying aura came from the crack.

Streams of blood-colored liquid gushed out from the cracks. These liquids emitted a strong fishy smell. They flowed on the ground, forming strange patterns.

"These liquids are poisonous, don't let them come into contact with your skin!" Long Ling warned loudly.

The monks immediately retreated to avoid contact with the bloody liquid. They knew that the liquid must be related to the power of the Heavenly Tomb, and they had to find a way to stop it from spreading.

At this moment, a young monk stood up, holding a crystal stone that emitted a faint blue light in his hand. "I may be able to purify these liquids with this crystal stone."

He began to chant a spell, and the crystal in his hand emitted an increasingly brighter light.

As the spell was chanted, blue beams of light shot out from the crystal and shone onto the blood-colored liquid.

The liquid began to solidify under the irradiation of blue light and eventually turned into hard rocks.

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

Thanks to the monks' efforts, the bloody liquid was successfully stopped.

However, they knew that this was only a temporary victory.

The power of the Heavenly Tomb is still brewing underground and may erupt again at any time.

Long Ling stood at the edge of the crack, staring firmly at the ground.

He knew that he had to find the core of the Heavenly Tomb in order to truly stop this disaster.

He took a deep breath and said loudly: "Everyone, prepare to go deep underground. We must find the core of the Heavenly Tomb and destroy it completely!"

Under the leadership of Long Ling, the monks began to prepare for the operation to go deep underground.

They knew that this would be a more difficult battle, but they were ready. For the future of the Tianji Holy Land, they would fight to the end against the terrifying power of the forbidden area at all costs.

Earth monks are not allowed to die lying prone. (End of this chapter)