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

Those war corpses and mummies, which were already at the end of their strength, showed even more bizarre power at this moment.

Between their brows, strands of hair-thin thread-like material slowly floated out. These thin threads were covered with complex and ancient runes, as if they contained some kind of forbidden power.

These thin lines danced in the air as if they had life, and they all converged towards the huge formation in the sky.

The formation in the sky seemed to have an inexplicable attraction to these thin lines. They intertwined and merged in the air, forming blood-red rays of light that echoed the runes on the formation.

As more and more thin lines were added, the formation in the sky began to emit a low roar, as if responding to some ancient call.

In the center of the formation, a huge blood-red wheel slowly appeared. It was composed of countless runes and thin lines. It slowly rotated and exuded a heart-pounding power.

This giant wheel seemed to be a portal to another world. The blood-red energy gushing out of it was like a waterfall, continuously pouring into the body of the King of War Corpses.

The King of Zombies bathed in this blood-red energy, and his body began to undergo amazing changes.

The armor, which had already developed cracks, was quickly repaired by the nourishment of energy, and even became stronger and more ferocious.

There was a fierce light in its eyes, as if two blood moons were rising in its eye sockets, emitting a terrifying murderous light.

The aura of the King of War Corpses surged at this moment, and its power seemed to be enhanced by some mysterious force, becoming even more powerful and terrifying.

The monks felt the changes in the King of War Corpses and an unprecedented sense of crisis surged in their hearts.

If no action is taken quickly, once the King of War Corpses completely absorbs the energy of the blood-red wheel, the entire Tianji Holy Land will face a catastrophic disaster.

"That blood-red wheel must be stopped!" The voice of the monk leader echoed over the battlefield, his eyes full of determination and resolve.

The monks responded immediately and began to gather their strength in preparation for the final attack.

Some monks began to set up powerful formations, trying to cut off the connection between the war corpses and the blood-red giant wheel;
Other monks used their magic weapons to attack the giant ship directly and weaken its power.

The three powerful men, Long Ling, the abbot of Qiguang Temple and Taoist Qingxu, also felt the urgency of the situation and began to use their ultimate means.

The dragon spirit's skeleton image became even larger, and each bone flashed with the cold light of death.

The golden light of the vast giant Buddha presided over by Qiguang Temple became brighter, and the Buddhist sounds and chants resounded through the sky.

The image of the Three Pure Ones, the founder of Taoist Master Qingxu, became more solid, and the fluctuations of his Taoist power became more profound.

The three powerful men joined forces and led the monks to launch the final charge.

They have only one goal - to destroy the blood-red wheel and cut off the source of power for the King of Zombies.

"Rumble..."

On the battlefield, the monks' attacks fell on the blood-red wheel like a rainstorm, and each blow carried their desire for survival and hatred for evil.

The blood-red wheel began to tremble under the attack, its rotation speed gradually slowed down, and the blood-red energy it emitted became unstable.

The King of War Corpses felt threatened and let out a deafening roar, trying to stop the monks' actions.

Its power became even more violent with the blessing of the blood-red wheel, and every attack carried destructive power.

"Boom..."

The sky was dyed crimson by the strange light of the blood-red wheel, as if even the sky was weeping blood.

The battle between the monks and the King of War Corpses has entered its most brutal stage, and every inch of land is soaked in blood and resentment.

With the power of the blood-red wheel, the King of Zombies became like an invincible demon.

Every time it swings its fist, it carries a force as powerful as thunder. Space is distorted by the wind from its fists, making a sharp tearing sound.

The mummies seemed to be possessed by evil spirits, the soul fire in their eye sockets burned even more wildly, their claws were as sharp as knives, and every attack carried a deadly poison and the smell of corruption.

The monks' magic weapons seemed extremely fragile in front of the King of War Corpses. Some of the magic weapons even made mournful sounds and then shattered into pieces when they came into contact with the King of War Corpses' armor.

Under the violent force of the King of Zombies, the monks' spells were like candles in the wind, swaying and about to go out.

On the battlefield, monks were hit by the attacks of the King of War Corpses from time to time. Their bodies were instantly corroded by resentment and turned into pools of black blood. Even their souls could not escape and were sucked into the blood-red wheel, becoming part of its power.

The mummies' attacks were equally deadly. They felt no pain and were tireless, attacking the monks' defenses in wave after wave.

The monks' skin was as thin as paper under the claws of the mummies and was easily torn, with blood splattering everywhere.

Some monks let out their final roars in despair. Their bodies were torn to pieces under the siege of the mummies. The scene was extremely bloody.

The resentment and death energy were so dense that they formed black mists. These mists were like living things, entwining around the monks and sucking their vitality.

Entangled in the black fog, the monks' strength quickly faded, their faces turned as pale as paper, and they finally fell on this cursed land.

In this realm of death, the figure of the King of Zombies appears exceptionally tall, like the incarnation of the god of death, and every movement carries the shadow of death.

Its armor was covered with the blood of the monks, which formed horrific patterns on the armor, as if mocking the monks' powerlessness.

The entire battlefield turned into a horrific purgatory. The screams of the monks, the roars of the mummies, and the roars of the King of Zombies intertwined together to form a symphony of death.

"The formation can't hold on any longer. This resentment is too strong. What should we do?" A cultivator in charge of maintaining the formation shouted anxiously, his forehead covered with cold sweat when he felt the vibration and cracks of the formation.

"The power of the War Corpse King is getting stronger and stronger. Attacks are just a tickle to him!" A strong monk said with reluctance and fear after seeing his full-strength attack easily blocked by the War Corpse King. "Our companions' souls were swallowed by the giant wheel. Even their bodies could not be saved!" An emotional monk shouted in grief after seeing his companions defeated by the War Corpse King and their souls sucked into the blood-red giant wheel.

"There is no end to this battle. The power is constantly dissipating, but they are becoming more and more ferocious!" A trace of despair flashed in the eyes of an experienced monk when he felt his own power was exhausted.

"Where is hope? Can this battle really be won?" A young monk lost his direction in the battle, his voice full of confusion and panic.

"Could this be the legendary forbidden power? We must find its source!" A monk with a deep understanding of ancient books, when he felt the abnormal power fluctuations on the battlefield, his eyes flashed with a thirst for knowledge.

"Magic seems to have lost its effect in the face of these monsters. Perhaps we need to find more ancient spells to fight them!" An elderly nun spoke with trust in ancient wisdom in her voice after trying many spells to no avail.

"Although the movements of these mummies are stiff, their attacks are extremely precise. We must find their weaknesses!" An observant young monk's eyes flashed with insight into the battle while he was dodging the attacks of the mummies.

"The power of the King of War Corpses seems to be closely related to the blood-red wheel. If we can interfere with that wheel, perhaps we can weaken its power!" A cultivator who is proficient in formations expressed confidence in his strategy as he studied the laws of operation of the wheel in the sky.

"Although the battle is brutal, it also makes us more united. We must rely on each other's strength to survive!" A monk who was rescued by his companions many times during the battle shouted in gratitude, his voice filled with belief in unity.

"Fear will only make the enemy stronger. We must stay calm and use wisdom to find ways to defeat them!" A monk who always remained calm in battle analyzed the battlefield situation with his insistence on calm thinking in his voice.

"Although these mummies are numerous, they move slowly. We can use our speed advantage to distract their attention!" After discovering the mummies' weakness, a monk who was known for his speed expressed confidence in his speed.

"Although the magic weapons are broken, their fragments may become new weapons, using all available resources to fight the enemy!" A monk who did not give up after the magic weapon was broken picked up the fragments of the magic weapon, and his voice was filled with persistence in innovation.

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A monk who was proficient in fire magic formed seals with his hands and summoned a series of blazing fire dragons. They circled in the air and then rushed towards the King of Zombies. They used the high temperature to burn the thin threads wrapped with runes and weakened its connection with the blood-red wheel.

The other monk was good at wind magic. He waved his long sleeves, causing gusts of wind. The wind was mixed with wind blades as sharp as knives, which hit the King of Corpses directly between their brows, trying to cut off those thin lines and stop the flow of energy.

There was also a monk who used water-based magical powers to summon a huge water dragon. Under her command, the water dragon's body became as hard as ice and it violently hit the King of War Corpses.

In the back, an elderly monk used earth magic to summon the power of the earth. Countless stone pillars and spikes suddenly extended from the ground, trying to fix the feet of the King of War Corpses, making it impossible for him to move flexibly, thus creating opportunities for other monks to attack.

At the same time, the monks who were good at lightning spells summoned bolts of lightning, which fell from the sky like a divine punishment and hit the King of Zombies directly, trying to destroy his armor and weaken his defense with the power of lightning.

Long Ling exerted the power of his white bone Dharma image, which danced in the air. Every swing carried the breath of death, countering the attacks of the King of War Corpses, while trying to cut those thin lines with the power of white bones.

The vast giant Buddha presiding over the Qiguang Temple shone brightly with golden light, and each strike of the Buddha's palm carried the power to suppress everything, trying to use the power of Buddha to purify the resentment of the King of War Corpses and weaken his strength.

Taoist Qingxu's image of the Three Pure Ones released a lot of Taoist power, trying to use the Taoist's supreme magical power to purify the runes on those thin lines and stop the energy transmission of the blood-red wheel.

The monks each showed their strengths. Although their magical powers were different, they had the same goal, which was to defeat the King of War Zombies. The attack was like a gorgeous firework, lighting up the entire battlefield.

However, just when the battle was at a stalemate, a sharp-eyed monk discovered an unusual object on the battlefield - a broken sword.

This broken sword is half buried in the soil, covered with rust. It looks ordinary, but it hides an unknown secret.

This monk, named Yunyouzi, was known for his erudition and sensitivity to antiquities. He noticed that whenever a war corpse or a dried corpse approached the broken sword, the rust on the sword seemed to emit a faint light, accompanied by an almost imperceptible fluctuation.

Although this fluctuation was weak, it was like a nemesis to the war zombies and mummies, causing them to retreat and dare not approach.

Yun Youzi immediately informed Long Ling and other monk leaders of this discovery.

They quickly gathered around and began to carefully observe the broken sword, trying to understand the power behind it.

After some discussion and attempts, they speculated that the broken sword might be an ancient magical weapon, and the rust on it was not ordinary rust, but a special seal that could emit power to suppress war corpses and mummies.

"This broken sword may be the key to our reversal of the battle!" Yun Youzi said excitedly, his voice trembling slightly and his eyes flashing with the light of discovering a treasure.

Long Ling and other monk leaders immediately gave orders, asking the monks to lead the battle to the location of the broken sword and use this mysterious power as a line of defense.

The monks began to retreat in an orderly manner, while casting spells and magical powers to tie down the pursuit of the King of War Corpses and the mummies.

As the battle progressed, the King of Zombies also noticed the existence of the broken sword, and a trace of fear flashed in its eyes.

It tried to command the mummy army to bypass the Broken Sword and attack from other directions, but the monks had taken this opportunity to reorganize their defense, making the Broken Sword the core of the battle.

The monks formed a new formation around the broken sword.

They began to chant ancient spells, trying to activate the power in the broken sword.

As the spell progressed, the rust on the broken sword began to glow gradually, the fluctuations became more obvious, and even formed an invisible force field on the battlefield, repelling the war corpses and mummies.

The King of Zombies roared angrily and tried to break through the force field, but every time it got close to the broken sword, the fluctuations became stronger, as if countless chains were wrapped around its body, preventing it from fully exerting its power.

Seeing this, the monks' morale was boosted. They began to cast spells more confidently and started a new round of battle with the War Corpse King and the Corpse Legion.

The power of the broken sword became their new hope and a sharp blade against darkness.

Rumble…

As the power of the broken sword was activated, the situation on the battlefield began to change subtly.

"This power is purifying the resentment around it!" A monk was pleasantly surprised to find that the black fog around him gradually dissipated under the power of the broken sword, and the movements of the mummy also became slow.

The vast giant Buddha presiding over the Qiguang Temple glowed brighter under the influence of the broken sword's power, and the power of the Buddha's palm doubled, which was able to slightly suppress the offensive of the King of War Corpses each time.

The image of the Three Pure Ones' ancestor, Taoist Qingxu, was also enhanced. The fluctuations of his Taoist power echoed with the power of the broken sword, causing the surrounding cultivators to feel a warm force flowing through their bodies, and their injuries were recovering rapidly.

A monk who was good at thunder magic merged the power of thunder and lightning with the power of the broken sword. The thunder and lightning released were no longer a simple destructive force, but a purifying light. When they hit the mummies, their resentment was quickly cleared and their bodies turned into ashes. (End of this chapter)