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

The war corpse felt an unprecedented threat when faced with the forbidden power gathered by the monks. A hint of ruthlessness flashed in its eyes. It knew that it had to use its true strength to fight against the final struggle of these ants.

His body began to emanate a strong smell of death, and the air around him seemed to become heavy and dirty because of this smell.

The war corpse slowly raised his head and took a deep breath. It seemed that endless power was brewing in his chest.

A bead of blood began to condense in his mouth. This bead of blood was no ordinary thing, but the essence of the war corpse, containing all his strength and resentment.

The blood bead slowly rotated in his mouth, emitting a strange red light, and the surrounding space was distorted by this force.

The monks felt the changes in the war corpses and knew that this was a critical moment of life and death. No one dared to relax at all.

They continued to chant the spell, continuously injecting all their life force and spiritual power into the forbidden technique, making the beam of light even more dazzling and powerful.

"Rumble..."

The war corpse finally opened its mouth and spat out the blood bead. The blood bead was like a meteor, cutting through the air and heading straight for the forbidden light column gathered by the monks.

The blood bead was moving at an extremely fast speed and collided with the forbidden light column almost instantly.

The collision between the two produced a huge explosion, shaking the entire heaven and earth, as if the whole world was shaking at this moment.

The shock wave generated by the explosion spread out in all directions, destroying everything around it.

Although the monks had anticipated the power of this attack, they were still shocked by its force.

Their formation was shaking under the impact of the shock wave, and many monks were vomiting blood and were seriously injured.

However, the war corpses were not feeling well either.

The release of the blood beads greatly reduced his strength, his face became paler, and his body trembled slightly.

But his eyes were still full of determination and madness. He knew he could not fall here, otherwise everything would be over.

The monks knew that this was their only chance, so they ignored their own injuries and continued to strengthen the power of the forbidden technique, trying to give the war corpse a fatal blow when his strength weakened.

The beam of light lit up again, brighter than before, as if it was going to illuminate the entire world.

The war corpse looked at the beam of light that lit up again, and finally a trace of fear appeared in his eyes.

Rumble…

The beam of light collided with the last resistance of the war zombies again. The entire battlefield was filled with light and power. No one knew what the final result would be.

During the battle, the confrontation between the war zombies and the monks has entered a white-hot stage.

The blood beads vomited by the war corpses collided with the forbidden light beams of the monks, causing violent turbulence between heaven and earth. The fear and despair of the monks intertwined into an invisible net, shrouding everyone's heart.

"Can we really withstand this force? The power of the war zombies is far beyond our imagination!" A young monk said in a trembling voice as he waved his sword to block the attack of the mummy.

"Look at those mummies. They seem to have no souls in their eyes, but they are more ferocious than any wild beasts!" A female monk said to her companions while panting in between casting spells.

"Oh my God, this black fog is devouring my magic power! What should we do?" An elderly monk shouted in horror after feeling his magic power slipping away.

boom……

At this critical moment, the abbot of Qiguang Temple stood up, and his figure looked particularly solemn on the chaotic battlefield.

The face of the abbot of Qiguang Temple was calm and firm, and he slowly chanted the Buddha's name. His voice was low and powerful, as if it could penetrate all the noise and chaos.

As the Buddha's name was chanted, a huge Buddha statue gradually condensed behind him. The statue was shining with golden light and had a majestic aura, as if it could suppress the heaven and earth.

The Buddha's eyes slowly opened, emitting a compassionate yet majestic light, illuminating the entire battlefield.

This huge and majestic Buddha statue carries the boundless vows and Buddhist wisdom of the abbot of Qiguang Temple. Its power is so great that it can shock heaven and earth and make ghosts and gods weep.

At the same time, Long Ling also showed his true strength.

Behind him, a huge skeleton image unfolded in a shocking manner. The skeleton image was composed of the remains of countless people who died in the battle. Every inch of the bones exuded a fierce fighting spirit and unyielding will.

The white bone image moved quickly behind Long Ling, like a whirlwind of death, and directly fought with the war corpses.

Every attack of the White Skeleton Dharmadhatu carries the breath of death, and every collision with the war corpses is like a battle between life and death.

Taoist Qingxu was equally unwilling to be outdone. The Dharma image of the Three Pure Ones was revealed behind him. This Dharma image was extremely powerful and unparalleled in the world.

The Three Pure Ones Dharma Image is composed of the Three Supreme Pure Ones of Taoism, and each of them represents a supreme realm of Taoism.

Taoist Qingxu's robe fluttered in the wind, his hands formed mysterious Taoist seals, and he directed the Three Pure Ones' Dharma images in a fierce battle with the war corpses.

Every time a Dao seal is formed, it is accompanied by fluctuations in Dao power between heaven and earth; every attack of a Dharma image contains the profound wisdom and supreme magical powers of Taoism.

The three top masters in the world of cultivation fought a desperate battle with the war corpses in their own ways.

The power of the Buddha presided over by Qiguang Temple, the white bone image of Long Ling, and the image of the Three Pure Ones by Taoist Qingxu, the three forces are intertwined together to form an indestructible battle line.

Their strength not only competed with the war zombies physically, but also competed with them in spirit and will.

Facing the joint attack of three powerful men, the war corpse felt unprecedented pressure.

His blood beads had been offset by the monks' forbidden light beams, and his own strength was also gradually consumed.

Despite this, the War Corpse still showed an indomitable fighting spirit. Each of his attacks was full of destructive power, and each of his defenses was as solid as a rock.

The battle between the monks and the war zombies has turned into a contest of will and strength.

Everyone was fighting tooth and nail to survive and win, pouring all their strength and faith into every attack.

This battle is not only a contest between life and death, but also a decisive battle between light and darkness, justice and evil.

dong dong dong...

The situation on the battlefield changed dramatically, and the elements between heaven and earth seemed to be affected by this tragic battle.

The duel between the abbot of Qiguang Temple, Long Ling, Taoist Qingxu and the war corpses has exceeded ordinary people's imagination. Every blow is like the collapse of heaven and earth, shaking the entire Tianji Holy Land.

The vast giant Buddha presided over the Qiguang Temple with golden light. Every time he waved his hand, he brought the power to suppress everything. Wherever the Buddha's palm passed, the space seemed to be solidified.

The sound of the giant Buddha's chanting was like the sound of a huge bell, echoing on the battlefield, providing spiritual shelter for the monks while also weakening the resentment of the war corpses.

However, the power of the war corpse should not be underestimated. Every confrontation with the giant Buddha is like the collision of two stars, stirring up endless energy fluctuations.

The white-bone Dharma image of Long Ling was like the incarnation of the god of death. Every time he waved the white bones, he carried an endless breath of death. The battle between the white-bone Dharma image and the war corpse was a contest of death and death. Every attack made the battlefield more desolate, and every defense made the air solidify.

Under the attack of the war corpses, the dragon spirit's dharma image was constantly splashed with bone fragments, but then more bones gathered from the void to supplement the damage of the dharma image. The dharma image of the Three Pure Ones, the founder of Taoist Qingxu, was awe-inspiring. Every time the Taoist seal was formed, it carried the majesty of heaven and earth. The supreme magical power of Taoism was fully displayed at this moment.

Every attack of the Three Pure Ones contains the great principles of Taoism, attempting to purify the resentment of the war corpses and liberate their souls.

However, the resentment of the war corpse was as deep and unfathomable as the abyss. No matter how the Three Pure Ones attacked, the war corpse remained standing.

The battle became more and more brutal. Led by the three leaders, the monks took out their magic weapons and cast their strongest spells in a desperate fight with the war corpses and the mummies they summoned.

The collision between magic weapons and mummies, the confrontation between magic and resentment, every collision was accompanied by a huge explosion, and every confrontation made the sky and the earth change color.

The battlefield was filled with blood and resentment, and the brilliance of the magic weapon contrasted with the dry bones of the mummies.

The monks kept falling in the battle, their vitality quickly drained away by the attacks of the war corpses, but the fire of indomitable spirit still burned in their eyes.

Under the siege of the monks, scars began to appear on the corpse's body. Cracks began to appear on his armor under the attack of the Three Pure Ones' Dharma images, and his body began to tremble under the attack of the white bone image.

But there was still no fear in his eyes, only endless will to fight and desire for death.

The battle was extremely brutal. Monks and mummies fell every minute and every second. The battlefield was piled with corpses and blood flowed like a river.

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But even so, the monks still did not retreat. They had only one belief in their hearts - to destroy the war corpses and defend the Tianji Holy Land.

The corpse's expression changed drastically. He was once a powerful being who dominated the battlefield and whose resentment lingered even after his death. He never thought that he would encounter such stubborn resistance after being born.

He originally thought that with his own strength and endless resentment, he would be able to sweep across the entire Tianji Holy Land and make all living beings tremble under his feet.

However, facing the combined forces of three powerful men, Long Ling, the abbot of Qiguang Temple and Taoist Qingxu, he began to feel unprecedented shock.

Zhan Shi looked at Long Ling and the others, a gleam of disbelief flashed in his eyes, and his voice became hoarse, making an incomparable sound of fear, which was full of shock at the current situation and uncertainty about his own fate.

He roared, "Impossible! I am invincible on the battlefield, and after my death, I have accumulated endless resentment. How can anyone in the Tianji Holy Land resist my methods?"

There was a hint of trembling in his roar. This was the first time he felt fear since he was born.

He began to wonder who these monks were and how they could compete with him.

A strong sense of curiosity and unwillingness surged in his heart. He wanted to know what kind of power and secrets these monks possessed to be able to withstand his almost invincible existence.

The war corpse's gaze swept over Long Ling, the abbot of Qiguang Temple and Taoist Qingxu one by one, his eyes full of inquiry and vigilance.

He realized that these monks were no ordinary opponents; the power and aura they emanated made him feel deeply threatened.

He began to wonder if these monks possessed some power that could restrain him, or if they possessed some secret weapon that he was unaware of.

The combination of Long Ling's white bone image, the vast giant Buddha presided over by Qiguang Temple, and the image of the Three Pure Ones by Taoist Qingxu made him feel unprecedented pressure.

Although Zhan Shi's heart was filled with fear and curiosity, his fighting spirit did not weaken. On the contrary, his fighting spirit was completely ignited, and he decided to go all out and eliminate these monks who dared to challenge him at all costs.

He wanted to let everyone in the Tianji Holy Land know that the power of his war corpse should not be underestimated, and anyone who dared to resist his existence would pay a heavy price.

At this time, many cultivators were also shocked by Long Lingdong's powerful strength, which was like a beacon in their hearts that encouraged them.

"That white bone image is simply the nemesis of death! Every attack makes the mummies afraid!" A cultivator couldn't help but exclaimed after seeing Long Ling's white bone image repel a group of mummies.

"The vast giant Buddha presided over by Qiguang Temple, the golden light is like the sunlight at dawn!" Another monk felt a sense of warmth and comfort under the protection of the Buddha's light.

"The image of the Three Pure Ones, the founder of Taoist Qingxu, is so awe-inspiring that it is the pride of all cultivators!" A Taoist cultivator said excitedly to his companions after seeing the image of Taoist Qingxu resist the attack of the war zombies.

"The strength of these three people is the key to our resistance against the war zombies! We must support them and not let the war zombies succeed!" A monk leader encouraged the monks around him while directing the battle.

bang...

On the battlefield, the power of the war zombies began to become more violent and unpredictable.

Each of his attacks carries with it a stronger resentment and the power of death, and each of his defenses is as solid as a rock and difficult to break.

He began to try new methods and tactics, trying to find the weaknesses of Long Ling and others and break their defenses in one fell swoop.

Long Ling and others felt the changes in the war corpse and had to remain vigilant and exert all their strength in order to defeat this powerful enemy.

They began to cooperate more closely. Everyone's magic weapons and spells became more precise and powerful. They had to use their wisdom and courage to defeat this unprecedentedly powerful enemy.

The battle becomes more and more brutal, and every minute and every second is full of variables and dangers.

As the roars of the war zombies echoed across the battlefield, the surrounding scene became even more eerie and terrifying.

The sky was covered with dark clouds and thunder rumbled, as if the sky was wailing for the cruelty of the battle.

There were cracks everywhere on the ground, like scars on the earth. What came out of them were not clear springs, but streams of inky black resentment. They intertwined in the air, forming hideous faces and emitting silent screams.

On the battlefield, every step of the war corpse made the earth tremble. The space around him seemed to be distorted by his powerful resentment, forming small black whirlpools that swallowed up all light.

In these whirlpools, dry arms would occasionally stretch out and grab at the air, as if trying to drag the living into an endless abyss.

Around the war corpse, mummies surged like a tide, with dark green light flashing in their eyes and low roars coming from their mouths.

These mummies are no longer simple zombies. Under the influence of the war corpses, they have become stronger. Their skin has become as hard as steel, and every attack carries the power to tear the air.

As the monks retreated further and further in the battle, they found that their spells and magic weapons were causing less and less damage to the mummies.

Some monks' magic weapons were even corroded and lost their luster due to contact with the mummies.

Despair appeared on the faces of the monks, and they began to doubt whether they could defeat these almost immortal enemies.

At the edge of the battlefield, some monks tried to escape from this horrible place, but found that they were surrounded by a thick black fog.

This black fog is filled with curses and malice. Any monk who attempts to pass through it will find that his vitality is rapidly fading away, and eventually he will turn into a dried corpse and fall into the black fog.

Under the cover of this black fog, the light on the battlefield became dimmer and dimmer. Only the light in the eyes of the war zombies and mummies flickered in the darkness, like the eyes of a devil.

The monks had to rely on their own perception and instinct to fight. Every swing of their swords was carried with the desire to survive, and every dodge was filled with the fear of death.

In this horrific scene, the figures of the war corpses appear even taller and more terrifying.

He seemed to be the master of this death domain, and every attack carried the power to destroy everything. On his armor, blood and resentment intertwined, forming a series of terrifying patterns, which seemed to be constantly wriggling, as if they had life.

Every corner of the battlefield was shrouded in the horror of this battle. Whether it was the sky, the ground, or the surrounding void, it all became the realm of war corpses and mummies.

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