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

On the other side of the Yellow Springs, on a desolate land, the shadow of an ancient tower stands between heaven and earth. Its existence seems to be a bridge connecting heaven and earth, mysterious and ancient.

As the monks uncovered the secrets of the Heavenly Tomb, the power of the ancient pagoda was restored, and it began to show unprecedented miraculous changes.

The ancient tower uses itself as the main pillar, absorbing the power of the laws of the Tianji Holy Land.

This power is like the source of life, flowing through every inch of stone bricks of the ancient tower, making it glow with vitality.

Every stone brick of the tower began to glow faintly, as if given new life.

As time went on, the lights became brighter and brighter until the entire ancient tower was shrouded in a layer of soft glow.

At the bottom of the ancient tower, mysterious green leaves began to grow on the four feet.

These green leaves are different from any other plants in the world. They are crystal clear, as if carved from jade, and each leaf radiates brilliant light.

The green leaves sway gently in the breeze, like elves dancing, and their light flickers with the rhythm of the swaying, like the brightest stars in the night sky.

The monks stood under the ancient tower, looking up at this incredible scene, their hearts filled with awe.

They knew that this was a sign of the ancient tower's power awakening and the end of their journey to explore the Sky Tomb.

Long Ling stood in the front, his eyes deep and firm. He could feel the power of the ancient tower resonating with his soul. It was an ancient and powerful force.

"In the shadow of the ancient tower, a mysterious power is awakening. We must be prepared." Long Ling's voice echoed among the monks, and there was a hint of expectation in his words.

The monks nodded, knowing that this would be the most important moment in their monastic career.

They began to sit cross-legged around the ancient pagoda, adjusting their breathing and preparing for the coming changes.

As the ancient tower absorbed more and more power of laws, the tower began to emit a stronger light.

These rays of light flow slowly along the tower like liquid, and finally gather on the green leaves at the foot of the tower.

After absorbing the light, the green leaves began to emit a brighter light. Their light began to spread around, forming a huge light shield that enveloped the entire ancient tower.

In this light shield, time seems to slow down and space becomes distorted.

The monks felt their souls surrounded by a warm force, and their bodies began to become light, as if they were about to float in the wind.

Long Ling closed his eyes and could feel the power of the ancient pagoda guiding his soul. He began to try to communicate with this power.

The soul began to rise slowly, passing through the tower body of the ancient tower, and finally reached the top of the tower. There, I saw a bright world, which was the place where the power of the laws of the Tianji Holy Land gathered.

In that bright world, Long Ling saw countless runes of laws flying. They were like living things, constantly combining and decomposing to form wonderful patterns.

These patterns contain the most profound laws between heaven and earth; they are the foundation for the operation of the universe.

The dragon spirit's soul shuttled between these law runes and began to try to understand the true meaning of these laws.

As time passed, the soul began to change and the body began to emit a faint light, which was a sign that the power of law was flowing in the body.

The monks under the ancient tower also felt the changes in Long Ling and knew that Long Ling was undergoing a spiritual transformation.

They also began to try to communicate with the power of the ancient pagoda, hoping to be baptized by the power of the law like Long Ling.

As time went by, the green leaves of the ancient pagoda began to grow more luxuriantly and the light became brighter and brighter.

The entire phantom of the ancient tower seemed to have turned into a huge tree, its branches and leaves stretching to the sky, connected to the power of the laws between heaven and earth.

The monks practiced in the light shield of the ancient pagoda, and their souls were greatly improved.

They began to understand that the power of the ancient pagoda was not just an external force, but also an inner awakening.

Only when their hearts are pure and firm enough, and they can resonate with the power of the ancient pagoda, can they truly absorb the power of the law.

In the light shield of the ancient pagoda, the monks experienced a baptism of the soul, their hearts became purer and their wills became firmer.

They began to understand that spiritual practice is not just about cultivating strength, but also a form of self-exploration and transcendence.

As the monks' souls were elevated, the green leaves of the ancient pagoda began to emit a brighter light.

These lights began to spread around, illuminating the entire desolate land.

Under the shining of this light, the desolate land began to change. The dried-up rivers began to flow again, the withered plants grew again, and everything was full of new life.

The monks stood under the shadow of the ancient tower, and their hearts were greatly shocked.
People began to understand that the power of the ancient pagoda is not only a mysterious power, but also a life force. It can awaken the vitality of life and revive all things.

Dragon Spirit is at the top of the ancient tower, and his soul has completely merged with the power of laws.

His body began to emit a dazzling light, which was a sign that the power of law was flowing in his body.

Then try to guide the power of these laws into the ancient tower, hoping to make the power of the ancient tower even stronger.

With Long Ling's efforts, the green leaves of the ancient tower began to grow more luxuriantly, and their light began to become brighter.

The entire ancient tower seemed to have turned into a huge light source, illuminating the entire world.

The green leaves of the ancient pagoda swayed in the breeze, and the light it emitted seemed to have reached its peak. However, at the pinnacle of this glory, an unknown power began to awaken deep within the ancient pagoda.

This power was different from the previous warmth and vitality. It carried a cold and fierce aura that made the monks present shudder.

Long Ling stood on the top of the tower. He could feel the fluctuation of this power and a sense of uneasiness arose in his heart.

This power does not come from the power of the laws of the Tianji Holy Land, but another power contained in the ancient tower itself, an ancient and dangerous power.

Long Ling raised his eyes slightly and walked out of the Heavenly Tomb. The phantom of this ancient tower was the same as the ancient tower in the Tianji Holy Land. It was originally a mysterious and sacred object, so why did it become the birthplace of the Nine-Wheeled Heaven?

This mysterious ancient tower is definitely extraordinary and must have its unknown side. Now they seem to have grasped something.

With the awakening of the power of the ancient pagoda's phantom, the green leaves of the ancient pagoda began to change.

They were no longer pure emerald green, but gradually became stained with a hint of blood red, as if contaminated by some evil force.

The light on the green leaves also became flickering, as if it was struggling with some force.

The monks sensed this change and stood up, looking at the ancient tower vigilantly.

The power of the ancient tower is not only positive, it also hides unknown secrets and dangers.

Suddenly, the body of the ancient tower began to shake, and a powerful breath surged out from the bottom of the tower and rushed straight into the sky.

This aura carried endless ferocity and violence, as if it was going to swallow up the entire world.

The monks felt unprecedented pressure, and their hearts were filled with fear.

"Everyone be careful, the power of the ancient pagoda is changing, and we must be prepared." Long Ling's voice echoed among the monks, and there was a hint of caution in his eyes.

The monks nodded, knowing that this would be another big test in their spiritual career.

They began to sit cross-legged around the phantom of the ancient tower, adjusting their breathing and preparing for the upcoming changes.

As the ancient tower shook more and more violently, cracks began to appear on the tower body. Streams of black gas poured out from the cracks. The black gas condensed in the air and formed hideous faces. They screamed miserably, as if they wanted to tear apart the souls of the monks.

Long Ling and the monks held their weapons tightly and watched the changes in the ancient pagoda vigilantly, knowing that this would be another big test in their cultivation career.

Suddenly, the earth began to tremble, countless cracks appeared in the ground, and mud gushed out like boiling water from hell.

The monks retreated in horror as the ground beneath their feet turned into a quagmire, swallowing up everything.

A young monk exclaimed: "What is going on? Why has the earth become like this?"

His voice was filled with fear and confusion.

"Hurry, get off the ground!" Long Ling shouted loudly, with a hint of determination in his eyes.

The monks cast spells one after another, trying to escape from the land that was turning into a quagmire.

However, the swamp swallowed people very quickly. Some monks with lower cultivation levels did not have time to escape and were swallowed by the mud, crying out desperately for help.

"No! Save me!" A monk was struggling in the mud, his body tightly wrapped in the mud, unable to move. His eyes were full of fear and despair, he knew he might not survive.

"Hold on!" Long Ling flew down and tried to pull him out of the mud. However, the power of the mud was too strong, and even Long Ling felt tremendous pressure.

She gritted her teeth, concentrated all her strength on her arms, and finally pulled the monk out of the mud.

"Thank you, Senior Long Ling!" The cultivator burst into tears of gratitude, knowing that he owed Long Ling a life.

However, the crisis is not over.

The swamp continued to expand and eventually turned into a mysterious magic sea.

The sea water was as black as ink and emitted a suffocating stench.

The monks were suspended in the air, staring in horror at the suddenly appearing sea of ​​demons.

They didn't know what unknown dangers this devil sea would bring.

"Look! What is that?" A sharp-eyed monk pointed to the center of the Demon Sea, where a huge coffin was slowly rising.

The coffin was extremely huge, as if it could hold the entire world. It was pitch black and engraved with ominous runes, emitting a terrifying aura.

"Is that... a coffin?" An elderly monk asked in a trembling voice, his eyes filled with fear.

He had never seen such a huge coffin, and had no idea why it appeared here.

"No, that's not just a coffin, it's..." Long Ling's voice suddenly became hoarse, and a hint of shock was revealed in his eyes.

He could feel the powerful force emanating from the coffin, an ancient and evil force that was enough to destroy everything.

Suddenly, the lid of the coffin slowly opened, and a stream of gray ashes floated out.

The ashes flew in the air like ghosts, emitting an ominous aura that polluted all the living things around them.

The monks felt unprecedented fear, their souls seemed to be corroded by these ashes and began to mutate.

"Ah! My body..." A monk was horrified to find that his skin began to turn gray and his muscles began to atrophy, as if his vitality was being drained away.

His voice was filled with pain and desperation.

"Quick, use magic weapons to protect yourself!" Long Ling shouted loudly, knowing that the corrosive power of these ashes was extremely strong and even magic weapons could not resist it.

The monks used their magic weapons one after another to try to resist the invasion of the ashes.

However, the power of the ashes was too strong, and the light of the magic weapon gradually dimmed under the erosion of the ashes and was eventually contaminated.

"No! My magic weapon..." A monk was horrified to find that his magic weapon began to lose its luster and became dim and dull.

He knew that once the magic weapon was contaminated, it could no longer be used.

"What's going on? Why can't even magic weapons resist these ashes?" a young monk asked in horror, his voice full of confusion and fear.

"These ashes contain ancient evil power, which can pollute all living things, including magical weapons." Long Ling said in a deep voice, with a hint of determination in his eyes. He must find a way, otherwise everyone will be corroded by these ashes.

"Then what should we do? Are we just going to wait to die?" a monk shouted in despair, his voice full of fear and unwillingness.

"No, we can't give up." Long Ling's voice was firm and powerful, and his eyes revealed a hint of determination. "We must find a way, otherwise our souls will be polluted by these ashes, and our bodies will be corroded."

The monks looked at each other, with a hint of determination in their eyes. They knew that Long Ling was right and they could not give up. They had to try various methods to find a way to resist the erosion of the ashes.

"Look, those ashes seem to be afraid of the power of the ancient pagoda." A monk pointed at the ancient pagoda. He found that the ashes would involuntarily avoid it when approaching the ancient pagoda.

There was a hint of surprise and hope in his voice.

"Yes, the power of the ancient pagoda can resist the erosion of the ashes." Long Ling's voice revealed a hint of determination. "We must get close to the ancient pagoda and use its power to resist the ashes."

The monks nodded, knowing that this was the only way. They began to approach the phantom of the ancient tower, hoping to use the power of the ancient tower to resist the erosion of the ashes.

However, just as they approached the ancient tower, an even more powerful force surged out of it.

This power carried a cold and fierce aura, making the monks present shudder.

They felt unprecedented fear, and their souls seemed to be suppressed by this power, unable to move.

"What's going on? Why has the power of the ancient pagoda become like this?" a monk asked in horror, his voice full of fear and confusion.

"This power does not come from the ancient pagoda, but from the coffin." Long Ling said in a deep voice, with a hint of shock in his eyes. "The power in the coffin is affecting the ancient pagoda, making it violent and dangerous."

"Then what should we do? Are we just going to wait to die?" a monk shouted in despair, his voice full of fear.

In this demonic sea shrouded in fear, the monks' hearts are filled with fear of the unknown and worry about death.

What they faced was not only the erosion of ashes, but also the cold and fierce power in the ancient tower.

All of this was beyond their understanding. They had never thought that they would encounter such a terrifying enemy on the path of cultivation.

"What should we do? This force is too strong and we are unable to resist it!" A monk's voice trembled, his eyes full of panic.

"The magic weapon has become ineffective, and spells are like child's play in the face of this power!" another monk said in despair, his body shaking uncontrollably.

"Are we really going to die here? Are all our practice and efforts going to be in vain?" A young female monk cried, her tears mixed with fear, and her heart was filled with unwillingness.

Long Ling stood at the front of the monks, his eyes firm and deep.

Above the Demon Sea, phantoms are everywhere, and the gloomy atmosphere is like a substance, permeating every inch of space.

The sea water is as dark as ink, as if it can swallow up all light. Even the starlight is unwilling to set foot in this dead place.

From time to time, strange bubbles emerge from the sea surface, and when they burst, they make creepy whispers, as if the evil spirits sleeping in the deep sea are whispering.

The sea breeze whistled past with a biting chill, bringing with it waves of suffocating stench.

This wind is not like a natural wind, but more like a cold wind blowing from the depths of hell, carrying the breath of death and making people shudder.

The monks were suspended in the air, not daring to touch the strange sea water easily, for fear of being swallowed by it.

In the center of this sea of ​​magic, a huge coffin slowly rose up, its existence itself was a symbol of terror. The runes on the coffin flickered in the darkness, wriggling like a living thing, and each rune contained an ancient curse and endless resentment.

Every vibration of the coffin was accompanied by violent fluctuations in the sea, as if the entire sea was mourning for it.

In the air around, phantoms shuttled like ghosts. They had no entity, but their presence could be felt.

These phantoms are tall or short, and have different shapes. Some look like elongated shadows, while others look like distorted smoke.

Their eyes are hollow and deep, as if they can see into the deepest fears in people's hearts.

The phantoms let out silent screams, a kind of terror that went beyond hearing and pierced directly into the depths of the monks' souls.

As time went on, the phantoms became more active. They jumped and flew on the sea and even tried to approach the monks.

Whenever the phantom approached, the monks felt a chill running from the soles of their feet to their foreheads, as if their vitality was being drained away bit by bit.

The monks had to cast spells to try to dispel the phantoms, but the spells had little effect and the phantoms seemed immune to these attacks.

In this demonic sea shrouded in fear, the monks' hearts are filled with fear of the unknown and worry about death.

They were not only facing the erosion of ashes, but also the cold and fierce power in the ancient tower. All of this was beyond their understanding.

They never thought that they would encounter such a terrifying enemy on the road of cultivation.

However, even in such a desperate situation, there was still an unyielding light shining in the monks' eyes.

They know that only by uniting as one can they find a glimmer of hope.

Long Ling stood in the front, his eyes were firm and deep, as if he was looking for the key to breaking the deadlock. Above this gloomy and extremely evil sea, the hearts of the monks were gradually eroded by despair.

Their strength seemed so insignificant in the face of this ancient evil force, as if even struggling was futile.

Fear is like a vine, tightly wrapped around everyone's heart, tightening continuously, making it hard to breathe.

Although Long Ling remained calm, his brows were furrowed and his eyes were filled with anxiety.

He knew that if he didn't find a solution quickly, this feeling of despair would completely destroy the monks' will and make them lose their last strength to resist.

"We must remain calm," Long Ling's voice echoed in the wind, even though he could feel the cold power constantly eroding his will. "Despair is the greatest enemy. It is more terrifying than any external force."

However, the hearts of the monks have begun to waver.

A young monk, his eyes filled with tears, said in a trembling voice: "Can I really survive? I feel my strength disappearing bit by bit..."

Another older monk, although experienced, turned pale under the pressure of this sea of ​​magic: "The magic weapon is ineffective, the spell is useless, what else can we rely on?"

A feeling of despair spread among the monks. Their strength was constantly weakening. Some people even began to give up resistance and allowed themselves to slowly sink, as if they wanted to merge into this sea of ​​evil.

At this moment, Long Ling took a deep breath. He knew that if they couldn't cheer up in time, they would completely lose hope.

He closed his eyes and began to recite the mantra silently, trying to find inner peace.

He knew that only inner strength was the key to fighting this evil force.

"Listen to me," Long Ling's voice suddenly became firm and powerful. He opened his eyes, his gaze was as bright as a torch. "We can't give up. We still have ourselves and each other. Our strength may be weak, but our will can be indestructible."

His words were like a ray of light, penetrating the haze in the monks' hearts.

Some monks began to try to calm their minds. They knew that Long Ling was right and they couldn't give up just like that.

"We can try to unite," a monk suggested, "Perhaps our strength is not enough to fight this force alone, but if we unite, we may be able to create a miracle."

The monks began to try to get closer to each other, holding hands and forming a circle.

They began to recite the mental method silently, trying to connect each other's strength to form a protective shield to resist the erosion of the outside world.

As the monks' will gradually gathered, their powers began to merge with each other.

A faint light began to flicker between them, weak but firm. This light gradually expanded and formed a light shield, protecting the monks.

The phantoms tried to attack the light shield, but were bounced back and unable to penetrate.

The monks felt a glimmer of hope, they knew that as long as they united as one, they might find a way out.

Long Ling watched all this, and a hint of relief flashed in his eyes.

However, as the Demon Sea rolled violently, the sea surface was like boiling ink, churning with black foam.

The monks held their magic weapons tightly and looked around vigilantly. This sudden turmoil indicated that a more terrifying existence was about to appear.

Suddenly, the surface of the sea cracked, and streams of cold netherworld air gushed out, accompanied by shrill screams and low roars.

Netherworld monsters, these creatures from the abyss, have different shapes, some look like giant octopuses, with tentacles all over, each tentacle covered with suckers and barbs;

Some look like deformed dragons, covered in scales, with evil green lights flashing in their eyes;
There were also some that looked like cursed humans, with twisted bodies, festering skin, and heart-wrenching howls coming out of their mouths.

The appearance of these ghostly monsters made the already gloomy Demon Sea even more terrifying.

Their target was clear, pointing directly at the monks, as if they wanted to drag them into an endless abyss.

"Everyone be careful, these monsters are no small matter!" Long Ling shouted loudly, his voice echoing among the monks, trying to boost morale.

The monks responded immediately. If they fought alone, they would be defeated one by one by these monsters. So they began to form formations, some were responsible for attack, some for defense, and some for support and treatment.

The Netherworld monsters launched an attack. Their tentacles were like long whips, whipping the air and making sharp sounds of breaking through the air.

Some monks were hit by the tentacles and immediately felt a cold force invading their bodies, as if it was going to freeze their souls.

"Use fire, these monsters are afraid of fire!" shouted a monk. The flame magic weapon in his hand emitted a dazzling light, burning the approaching monsters with a sizzling sound.

The monks immediately changed their tactics and began to focus on using fire and light spells, which had a natural inhibitory effect on the netherworld monsters.

Flames and light bloomed in the sea of ​​​​devil, like a lighthouse, illuminating the darkness and giving the monks a glimmer of hope.

However, the number of Netherworld monsters was too great, and their attacks became increasingly fierce.

Although the monks fought hard, they still felt powerless. Some monks began to get injured, and some were even dragged into the sea by the monsters and disappeared in the dark water.

Long Ling watched all this, his heart filled with anxiety.
Just then, he noticed an anomaly in the sea.

In the depths of the Demonic Sea, there is a light flickering. Although the light is faint, it is particularly eye-catching in the darkness.

"There, there is light!" Long Ling pointed at the light and shouted loudly.

The monks looked in the direction he pointed, and hope rekindled in their eyes. That light might be their only way out.

Long Ling led the monks, shuttled through the attacks of the Netherworld monsters, and moved towards the faint light.

Their figures rose and fell in the waves of the Demon Sea, like a lone boat in a storm, in danger of being swallowed up at any time.

The Netherworld monsters seemed to have sensed the monks' intentions, and their attacks became more frantic and fierce.

Huge tentacles stretched out from the sea, like the scythe of the god of death, ruthlessly reaping the lives of the monks.

Some monks lost their lives in the fierce battle, and their souls dissipated in the sea of ​​​​magic, turning into wisps of faint light and being swallowed by the darkness.

"Don't give up! Hold on!" Long Ling's voice sounded particularly firm in the chaos. The magic weapon in his hand emitted a dazzling light, and every wave took the lives of several Netherworld monsters.

The figure shuttled through the Demonic Sea like a ray of light, leading the monks forward.

The monks followed Long Ling closely. Although their hearts were filled with fear, Long Ling's figure gave them courage.

They knew that only by following the Dragon Spirit could they find hope for survival.

As they gradually approached the light, the ghostly monsters in the Demon Sea became more violent.

They seemed to be guarding something and did not allow anyone to approach the light.

The pressure on the monks doubled, but they did not stop.

Finally, they came to the source of the light. There was an ancient altar, which was engraved with strange runes and emitted a faint light.

These runes remain resilient against the attacks of the Netherworld monsters.

"This is...!" Long Ling was pleasantly surprised and immediately realized that this altar was extraordinary. (End of this chapter)