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

Buzz, rumble, the world vibrates, thunder blasts, and boundless destructive storms, the sky is full of demonic fire sweeping thousands of troops, the whole world seems to be covered by a big net, the demon seedlings continue to grow, the world trembles, leaves are everywhere, and each leaf is flashing with strange light. As a large number of souls are drawn into the demon tree, the demon tree begins to bloom and bear fruit, the world is filled with demonic fragrance, washing away the memories of a lifetime, countless low-level cultivators, all seem to have their three souls and seven spirits drawn out in an instant, and their expressions become numb, like walking corpses.

In this doomsday-like scene, the monks of Tianji Holy Land felt an unprecedented panic. They looked at their once familiar comrades, who had now become soulless bodies, and the fear and despair in their hearts became stronger and stronger. The demon seedlings grew at an alarming rate. They twisted and spread like living things, covering the earth and devouring everything.

The branches of the magic tree swayed in the wind, making a heart-pounding rustling sound, as if it was the whisper of a demon, tempting the living beings to go to destruction. Those strange lights flowed on the leaves, like evil eyes, peeping at the soul of every monk. As the magic trees continued to grow, they began to emit a strange fragrance, which gradually spread like a mist, corroding the minds of the monks.

The monks tried to use magic weapons and spells to resist the fragrance, but found that it was pervasive, and even the most powerful protective shield could not completely block it. The monks with lower cultivation were the first to be affected. Their eyes lost their former brilliance, replaced by a kind of emptiness and confusion. Their movements became stiff, as if they were controlled by some force and no longer had their own consciousness.

As time went by, more and more monks were affected by the magic incense, their memories were washed away, their identities were erased, and they became zombies. These monks who lost their self-esteem began to unconsciously attack those fellow monks who were still awake, making the already chaotic situation even more out of control.

During this disaster, some monks began to try to escape from the land covered by demonic seedlings.

However, no matter where they fled, they seemed unable to escape the ubiquitous magic fragrance.

Some monks chose to commit suicide in despair, hoping to escape this endless nightmare through death.

However, some monks showed extraordinary courage and wisdom in this disaster.

Only by finding the source of the magic tree can we prevent this disaster.

The growth of the magic tree requires a large amount of soul and spirit as nutrients, and those soul and spirit bodies that are drawn into the magic tree are the source of the magic tree's power.

The monks began to try various methods to protect the soul and body, using special formations to seal the soul and body to prevent it from being absorbed by the magic tree.

buzzing...

At this moment, after the magic tree absorbed enough nutrients, mysterious fruits began to grow on it. The fruits were shaped like babies, and each one emitted a crimson mist.

At this moment, all the monks in the universe were shocked to the point that their scalps were numbing, and they had no idea how this strange change came about.

The devil tree used the souls of gods as nourishment and slaughtered living creatures wantonly, but now the fallen gods' souls have been transformed into baby-like fruits. This is something that has never been heard of or seen before.

The monks gathered together and stared at the strange fruits in amazement.

Their appearance is no different from that of newborn babies, but the scarlet light reveals an evil and ominous feeling.

These fruits swayed gently on the branches of the magic tree, as if mocking the monks' powerlessness and fear.

"What's going on? What are these fruits?" a young monk asked in a trembling voice, his eyes full of confusion and panic.

"There has never been such a record. The power of this magic tree is beyond our understanding." An elderly monk answered in a deep voice, his brows furrowed and his eyes flashing with worry.

As time passed, the fruits gradually ripened, the crimson light became brighter and brighter, and even began to emit waves of strange fluctuations.

The monks felt a strong sense of uneasiness, as if something even more terrifying was about to happen.

"We must take action. We cannot allow these fruits to continue to exist!" A monk stepped forward, his voice firm and powerful, trying to boost everyone's morale.

"But what should we do? The attack is completely ineffective against the magic tree." A female monk said worriedly, with anxiety flashing in her eyes.

Just then, a learned monk came out, holding a tattered ancient book in his hand and a solemn look on his face.

"In ancient legends, there is an evil creature called 'Netherworld Blood Fruit'. It feeds on the souls of living beings and can release powerful evil spirits when mature." His voice was low and trembling. "These fruits are probably the legendary Netherworld Blood Fruit."

When everyone heard this, they were even more terrified.

If these fruits are really the Netherworld Blood Fruits, then once they are ripe, the evil spirits released will bring devastating disaster to the entire Tianji Holy Land.

"These fruits must be destroyed before they ripen!" a monk shouted loudly, his voice full of determination.

The monks began to brainstorm and look for ways to destroy the Nether Blood Fruit. This was a race against time. If they failed, the consequences would be disastrous.

“You can try to purify these fruits with pure spiritual energy, perhaps you can prevent them from ripening.” A female monk suggested, with a hint of hope in her voice.

"Yes, we can also combine the formation and use the power of heaven and earth to suppress the evil spirit of these fruits." Another cultivator added.

The monks immediately took action. They divided into groups. One group was responsible for collecting pure spiritual power, while the other group began to set up complex formations.

Time is running out, and everyone is racing against time, hoping to find a solution before the Nether Blood Fruit matures.

With the unremitting efforts of the monks, pure spiritual power began to gather and the formation gradually took shape.

They placed all their hopes on this operation, and everyone was doing their best.

Finally, at the critical moment when the Nether Blood Fruit was about to mature, the monks completed the arrangement of the formation. They injected pure spiritual power into the formation, and the formation immediately emitted a dazzling light, forming a huge light shield that enveloped the Nether Blood Fruit.

"Look, the light of those fruits!" a monk shouted in shock.

The crimson light of the Netherworld Blood Fruit did not weaken at all under the effect of the light shield, and its growth rate did not decrease significantly either.

However, at this moment, the magic tree seemed to sense the threat and began to shake wildly, trying to break free from the constraints of the formation.

The Netherworld Blood Fruit exuded an evil aura. At this moment, all the fruits opened their eyes. Each of them had a sun-petal pupil. If it was the Eye of a Demon Snake, it could see into people's hearts.

All the cultivators saw the existence that they could not forget in their hearts. They stopped what they were doing and walked towards the magic tree.

As the eyes of the Netherworld Blood Fruit opened, an invisible wave swept across the entire Tianji Holy Land. It was a force that struck the soul directly, causing the hearts of all cultivators to tighten.

Those eyes seemed to have magical power, able to penetrate the monks' mental defenses and touch their deepest fears and desires. The monks stopped their spells and attacks one after another, with confused and bewildered expressions on their faces, as if being pulled by some mysterious force, and walked towards the magic tree involuntarily.

The steps became mechanical and heavy, like a puppet that had lost its self-awareness.

"No, no! I can't be controlled!" A young monk struggled, cold sweat on his forehead. He clutched his head tightly with both hands, trying to resist the force that controlled him.

However, his eyes soon became empty, and finally he dropped his hands weakly and joined the group walking towards the magic tree.

Under the gaze of those strange eyes, those large numbers of monks seemed to have their souls hooked away, and the beings they longed to see appeared before their eyes one by one.

These beings may be the people they desire most in their hearts, their most feared nightmares, or the realms they most yearn for, and so on.

Under the power of the Netherworld Blood Fruit, these illusions became so real that the monks could not distinguish between truth and falsehood.

An elderly monk, with tears in his eyes, stretched out his trembling hands towards the magic tree, as if he wanted to hug an invisible figure.

The voice was hoarse and full of desire: "Junior sister, is that you? I can finally see you again."

He walked towards the magic tree with a staggering but determined step, with only the figure he had been thinking about day and night in his eyes.

A young nun, usually lively and cheerful, now showed fear on her face. She held her head with her hands and kept backing away, muttering to herself, "No, don't come over. I don't want to see you!"

Her eyes were filled with panic, as if she had seen something extremely terrifying. Her body was gradually pulled by the power of the Netherworld Blood Fruit and she involuntarily approached the magic tree.

A middle-aged monk, who was usually taciturn, was ecstatic at this moment, shouting loudly: "Finally I got it! This is the treasure I have always dreamed of!"

He seemed to be holding an invisible treasure in his hand, with an obsessed smile on his face, and his pace quickened, as if he wanted to offer the treasure to the magic tree.

A young monk also looked confused at this moment, his eyes revealing curiosity and desire for the unknown: "Master, where are you? You said you would take me to ascend."

His voice was a little childish, yet full of a yearning for power. His steps involuntarily followed the illusions and walked towards the magic tree.

Among these monks, there was an old monk with clear eyes and a loud and powerful voice: "Don't be fooled by illusions! These are all false illusions created by the Nether Blood Fruit!" He tried to wake up the controlled monks, but his voice seemed so weak under the power of the Nether Blood Fruit.

It was difficult for him to fight against this force alone, but he did not give up and continued to call out the names of his companions, hoping to awaken their consciousness.

"Quick, close your senses! Don't look at those eyes!" An elderly monk shouted loudly after discovering something was wrong, his voice full of anxiety and panic.

If no action is taken, all monks will become slaves of the magic tree.

Some monks followed his advice and quickly closed their vision and hearing, trying to cut off their connection with the Netherworld Blood Fruit.

However, the power of those fruits was far beyond their imagination. Even if they closed their senses, those controlling eyes still lingered in their minds.

"We must join forces and fight this force with our will!" a female monk shouted loudly, with firmness and determination in her voice.

She began to chant ancient spells, trying to awaken the minds of the monks and free them from control. With her spells, some monks began to regain a bit of clarity, and they began to support each other and fight against the evil force together.

However, the power of the Netherworld Blood Fruit was too strong, and even if the monks tried their best, they could not completely resist it.

More and more monks were controlled, their eyes became dull and their bodies were out of control.

Those controlled monks began to provide nutrients for the magic tree. Their vitality and cultivation were ruthlessly extracted by the magic tree, making the magic tree grow even faster.

The branches of the magic tree became thicker, the leaves became denser, and the nether blood fruits became more colorful and evil.

In the Tianwai Longyuan Immortal Sect in Lihu City, Long Ling, Taoist Qingxu, the abbot of Qiguang Temple, King Jinpeng, King Hu, Huang Daxian, Zhenren Ziyang, Qin Shihuang, Zhidun, Li Bai and others, when they saw the huge magic tree spanning the entire world in the sky, they all looked at each other with disbelief on their faces.

They all knew in their hearts that the demon tree was a very evil creature, but at this moment all the cultivators on Earth believed that it was the ginseng fruit tree, one of the ten legendary innate spiritual roots.

Long Ling's voice resounded in everyone's mind like thunder: "Everyone, this tree is definitely not a ginseng fruit tree. The evil aura it exudes is completely different from the auspicious aura of the innate spiritual root. Don't be fooled by appearances."

Taoist Qingxu followed closely behind, with a hint of worry in his eyes: "What Dragon Spirit Demon Master said is absolutely right. The eyes of this tree can see through people's hearts and control cultivators. Such means are definitely not the way of the righteous."

“Amitabha, I can feel the endless pain and resentment contained in this evil tree. The fruit it bears has devoured the souls of countless lives. It needs to be purified by Buddhism in order to save all living beings.” The abbot of Qiguang Temple clasped his hands together, his face kind and serious.

"Hmph, what ginseng fruit tree? It's clearly a demonic thing. How can cultivators like us sit idly by? We must act immediately and destroy it!" King Jinpeng's eyes were sharp, with a hint of disdain in his voice.

"King Jinpeng is right. We cannot allow this evil tree to continue wreaking havoc. King Tiger is willing to lead the charge and cut off the roots of this evil tree!" The Tiger King was full of vigor and his voice was like a tiger roaring in the mountains, shaking all directions.

Huang Daxian narrowed his eyes and chuckled after hearing this: "The Tiger King is brave, but this matter may not be that simple. This magic tree can control people's hearts, so we need to make long-term plans."

True Man Zi Yang stroked his beard and pondered, then slowly spoke: "What Huang Daxian said makes sense. We need to stabilize our mind first and not be deceived by the magic tree. Then we can use formations and magic weapons to fight against this magic tree together."

The poet Li Bai also said, "Everyone, although I am not talented, I am willing to do my best to use the power of poetry to awaken the light in people's hearts."

"Rumble..."

The power of the magic tree is like swallowing the sky and the earth. Its roots are deeply rooted in the earth, and its branches and leaves cover the entire sky.

As its power continued to expand, the balance between heaven and earth was broken, the mountains and rivers shook, as if the entire world was trembling under its pressure.

The huge demon tree became the master of the world, and its existence made all living beings feel deep fear and despair. (End of this chapter)