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

On the night of the blood moon, the Tianji Holy Land was shrouded in a strange red light, as if the entire world was dyed with an ominous hue.

The moon hung high in the sky, but it was no longer the silvery white it used to be. Instead, it was like a bleeding wound, emitting a heart-pounding red light.

The red light penetrated the clouds and sprinkled on the earth, casting long, twisted shadows on all living things.

On the battlefield, the light of the blood moon illuminated every inch of land, and the blood mixed with the soil to form patches of dark red mud.

There were corpses everywhere, some belonging to human monks, some to demon warriors, and some were underground creatures that died in battle.

Their eyes were empty and lifeless, as if telling of the cruelty and ruthlessness of the battle.

The wind carried a pungent smell of blood and burnt things, which were the lingering scents left behind by the release of spells and magical powers.

Flames leapt in the ruins, devouring the remaining buildings and lives. Smoke and ashes were blown up by the wind, swirling in the air like the ghost of death in a carnival.

The roar of spells, the collision of weapons, the shouts of warriors and the wails of the wounded intertwined to form a horrific symphony.

These sounds seemed even more mournful and desperate under the reflection of the blood moon.

In this chaos, members of Shadow Moon shuttled around like ghosts. Their figures were looming in the red light, the weapons in their hands were flashing cold light, and every attack carried the threat of death.

Their target is Xingchen, the one who holds the key to the ancient prophecy, and they must uncover all the secrets on the night of the blood moon.

Xingchen stood on the altar, the ceremony was nearing its end, and the power in the light gate was growing stronger and stronger, as if it was going to swallow up the entire Tianji Holy Land.

There was determination and enthusiasm on his face, as if he was ready to welcome the coming ancient power.

However, at this moment, Youming appeared. The ancient coin in her hand resonated with the light gate, and the light gate began to tremble and seemed to be closing.

The monks of the Tianji Holy Land always maintain a sense of awe and vigilance towards the strange phenomena between heaven and earth.

However, the arrival of the blood moon night made them feel unprecedented panic and fear.

This fear is not only because of the rarity and strangeness of the blood moon, but also because of the ominous omen and potential disaster it represents.

On the night of the blood moon, the moon in the sky becomes like an eyeball dripping with blood. Its deep red light spreads all over the earth, as if it is the manifestation of some ancient curse between heaven and earth.

The monks looked up at the blood-red moonlight, and an inexplicable panic surged in their hearts.

Their hearts were filled with doubt and anxiety, because in ancient legends, the night of the blood moon often heralded the coming of disaster and war.

The monks gathered in their respective sects or places of practice, nervously discussing the signs of the blood moon.

That face was full of worry, and his eyes revealed fear of the unknown.

Some older monks recalled the records about the blood moon in ancient books. Those stories describing the disasters and catastrophes brought by the blood moon made everyone present shudder.

Under the guidance of their master, the young monks strengthened their defense and vigilance. They held the magic weapons and treasures tightly in their hands. Although their hearts were filled with fear of the blood moon night, they still stayed at their posts, ready to face any crisis that might arise.

Under the red light of the blood moon, the monks' mana seemed to be affected as well. Some monks with lower cultivation even felt that their mana became unstable under the influence of the blood moon. They had to work harder to maintain their mana to avoid accidents at critical moments.

As the night deepened, the blood moon's light became more intense, and the entire Tianji Holy Land seemed to be shrouded in a layer of blood-colored mist.

The panic among the monks also intensified. They began to wonder whether this blood moon night was related to the recent turmoil and war in the Tianji Holy Land, and whether some power between heaven and earth was warning them of an even greater disaster to come.

"The light of the blood moon is brighter than ever before. Is this a sign of the end of the Tianji Holy Land?" An elderly monk's voice trembled, his eyes full of worry.

"It is recorded in ancient books that when a blood moon appears, the sky and earth will change color, and a catastrophe will befall. What should we do?" A middle-aged monk tightly grasped the staff in his hand, his voice trembling obviously.

"I feel that my magic power has become disordered under the influence of the blood moon. Could it be that this blood moon night can even affect our cultivation?" A young female monk frowned, her voice full of panic.

"Do you still remember? The last time the blood moon appeared, the Tianji Holy Land experienced a catastrophe and countless lives were lost. Can we escape this time?" An old monk who had experienced the blood moon catastrophe had a hoarse voice and a terrible light flashing in his eyes.

"The light of the blood moon makes me feel suffocated, as if a pair of invisible eyes are peeping at us in the dark. This feeling makes me shudder." A young male monk hugged his arms tightly, trying to dispel the chill in his heart.

"Our defensive formation seems to have become fragile on the night of the blood moon. Once a foreign enemy invades, I'm afraid it will be difficult to resist." An elder of the sect said solemnly, his words revealing his concern for the safety of the sect.

"I heard that the night of the blood moon is when evil creatures are most active. Will those monsters hiding in the dark take the opportunity to cause trouble?" There was a tremor in the voice of a female monk. Her eyes wandered around, as if looking for possible lurking threats.

"Only by uniting as one can we resist the unknown threats brought by the blood moon night." A leader-like monk stood up and tried to calm everyone's panic with a firm voice.

However, even so, the panic in the hearts of the monks did not completely dissipate, and the horror of the blood moon night still echoed in their words, like an indelible shadow, shrouding everyone's heart.

And under the strange light of that blood moon night, the monks of the Tianji Holy Land began to feel an unprecedented change.

Deep in their hearts, those desires that were usually suppressed by practice - greed, anger, ignorance - at this moment were like ignited fire, burning wildly.

The monks' eyes began to become frantic, and their sanity became fragile under the influence of the blood moon.

"Do you feel it? It seems like something is stirring in my heart, and I... I can't control it!" A young monk grabbed his hair in horror, his eyes full of fear and confusion.

"Me too... I... I saw some things I didn't want to see. They were tempting me, making me... making me want to kill!" Another monk gripped the sword tightly in his hand. The sword was shaking, as if it could feel the inner struggle of its owner.

"This is not just our problem. Look over there!" An old monk pointed to a place not far away where monks had already started fighting over some trivial conflicts. There was no order in their fight, only endless brutality and madness.

"This blood moon... it is amplifying our dark side and turning us into beasts!" A female monk's voice was crying, her eyes were filled with tears and despair.

As the night of the blood moon deepened, those tyrannical monks became more powerful. Their strength seemed to be enhanced by some invisible force. There was only killing and destruction in their eyes, as if they were controlled by some evil force.

"Look at their eyes, there is no reason there, only endless madness!" A monk pointed at the lost monks, his eyes had turned blood red, as if possessed by a demon.

"I heard that there is a beam of blood rising into the sky from the top of Mount Li. It is a command, summoning all the monks who have lost their minds!" An old monk's voice was hoarse and his face was full of trembling.

"We must stop them and not let them be swallowed by the blood!" An elder of the sect shouted loudly, but there was a slight tremor in his voice.

However, those lost monks seemed to be pulled by some irresistible force, and they began to move towards the top of Mount Li.

Their bodies were shrouded in blood, and their minds were completely devoured, turning them into puppets that only knew how to kill.

"They... they are no longer human, they are monsters!" a young monk shouted in horror, his voice almost breaking.

"What...can we do? We can't fight against this power!" There was despair in the voice of a female monk, her tears had dried up.

In the terrifying atmosphere of the blood moon night, the monks' fear and despair reached their peak. They faced not only external enemies, but also the darkness magnified deep in their hearts, which had become the deepest nightmare of the Tianji Holy Land.

Rumble…

As the red light of the blood moon night grew stronger, those monks with red lines on their faces seemed to be completely controlled by some evil force. There was no longer a trace of humanity in their eyes, only endless desire to kill.

Red lines spread across their skin like living things, each emitting a strange power that terribly increased their strength and speed.

"Those monks...those red lines on their skin, they are moving!" A young monk pointed at the controlled monks in horror, his voice trembling.

"This is not just an increase in strength, they... they seem to no longer be human." An experienced old monk said in a deep voice, his eyes full of worry.

These monks covered with red patterns began to stir up a bloody storm in the Tianji Holy Land.

They swept through like a violent storm, leaving devastation wherever they went.

Their target is those forces that possess the Wanyuan Mother Essence. They feed on blood, and every time they devour the vitality of a cultivator, their power will become more terrifying.

"They are coming! The monsters controlled by the red lines are coming!" A guard shouted in fear, his voice echoing in the night sky with endless panic. "Quick! Activate the defense formation! We must protect the Wanyuan Mother Essence!" A sect elder ordered loudly, his face full of determination.

However, those monks controlled by the red lines seemed to be immune to any defense, and their power was so strong that almost no one could stop them.

Wow…

Their attacks were like a violent storm, and every impact made the sect's defensive formation shaky.

"No! This is impossible! Why does the formation have no effect on them?" A formation master shouted in despair, his eyes full of disbelief.

Under the attack of these monks, the sect's defense was torn apart like paper.

They rushed into the sect, killing anyone they saw and destroying anything they saw. Their hands were stained with blood, and their power grew stronger through the killing.

"Their power...their power is growing! Every time they kill someone, they become more terrifying!" A monk discovered this fact with horror during the battle.

The blood flowed like a river and no grass grew.

Wherever these monks controlled by the red lines passed, only death and destruction were left behind.

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The atrocities plunged the entire Tianji Holy Land into deep panic, and no force could resist their invasion alone.

"How can we possibly fight against these monsters!" A sect leader shouted out the thoughts of all the monks in despair.

However, even if some forces united, they still felt powerless in the face of these almost invincible monks.

These monks are like messengers of the god of death. Their existence fills every corner of the Tianji Holy Land with the shadow of death.

In every corner of the Tianji Holy Land, those monks who had not yet been corrupted by the evil power of the Blood Moon Night began to try to unite, hoping to find a way to fight against those monks controlled by the red lines.

The leaders of the sects, the powerful independent cultivators, and even those forces that usually compete with each other, all put aside their grudges and faced this disaster together.

They gathered together, ready to fight against the monks covered in red lines.

"Unity is our only hope!" a sect leader said loudly, his voice revealing firmness and determination.

"We must use all our formations, our magic weapons, and our spells. We cannot retreat!" An elder waved his staff, his eyes flashing with an unyielding light.

However, when the real battle began, they found that their resistance was so futile.

The power of those monks controlled by the red lines is far beyond imagination, and it seems that no force can stop them.

"No! This is impossible! Our attacks have no effect on them!" a monk shouted in despair during the battle. Spells were like child's play in front of those red-striped monks.

"Our formation...our formation was torn apart easily by them!" A formation master watched in horror as his masterpiece was destroyed, his face full of disbelief.

The monks' attacks were like a drop in the ocean, but the counterattacks of the red-striped monks were deadly.

Every attack took the lives of their companions, and every defense seemed so fragile.

"Save us! Who can come and save us!" A young nun cried in the battle, her voice full of despair.

"Oh my God, is there really no hope?" An old monk gasped in the interval between battles, his eyes revealing a deep sense of powerlessness.

"We must retreat to preserve the flame of war!" After seeing the battle situation, a sect leader painfully issued an order to retreat.

However, retreat does not mean safety.

Those red-striped monks were like maggots on the tarsal bones, chasing after them relentlessly.

There was no mercy in their eyes, only endless killing and destruction.

The monks' hearts were filled with fear and despair. They began to call upon legendary heroes or ancient gods, hoping that someone would appear and save them from the dire straits.

Under the cover of the blood moon night, the monks of the Tianji Holy Land faced unprecedented despair.

The light of the blood moon not only magnified their inner greed, anger, and ignorance, but also attracted attacks from a large number of ferocious beasts.

These ferocious beasts became extremely violent under the control of the light of the inner demon. They broke through the constraints of the abyss and poured into the holy land like a tide. Wherever they went, all living things were destroyed.

"The ferocious beasts are coming! A large wave of ferocious beasts is invading the holy land!" A monk screamed in horror, his voice sounding particularly harsh in the chaos.

"Oh my God, these beasts are more powerful than ever before?" A female monk cried in her voice, her eyes full of tears.

Under the impact of the ferocious beast, the balance of the Tianji Holy Land was completely broken.

The fight between the superpowers that were fighting for the Wanyuan Mother Essence had turned into a tragic massacre of entire clans.

Their power grows stronger under the blood moon night, and their ambitions become more inflated.

"For the sake of Wanyuan Mother Essence, all opponents must be eliminated!" said the leader of a superpower coldly, with a cold light flashing in his eyes.

"No matter what the cost, we must seize the Wanyuan Mother Essence. This is our only hope of survival!" Another elder of the sect roared, his face full of ferocity.

In this chaos, countless forces were annihilated, their sects were destroyed, and their disciples were massacred.

There is no peaceful corner in the entire Tianji Holy Land; killing and destruction are everywhere.

"We are finished, our sect is finished!" A disciple of the sect cried in the ruins, surrounded by the bodies of his fellow disciples.

"Everything is destroyed!" An old monk wailed in the ruins, his voice full of despair.

In addition to those superpowers, there are also some alliance forces that are struggling to hold on.

They struggled to survive this disaster, knowing that once they fell, they would never get up again.

"The Alliance is the last hope, and we must hold on until the night of the blood moon is over!" Another member of the alliance clenched his fists, with a determined look in his eyes.

However, even the alliance forces felt deep despair.

Their power seemed so insignificant in this disaster, and resistance seemed unable to change anything.

"Can we really survive? Can we really wait until the blood moon night is over?" A young monk gasped in the interval between battles, his voice full of uncertainty.

"I don't know, I really don't know." An old monk answered tiredly after the battle, his eyes full of confusion.

Amid the chaos and despair of the Tianji Holy Land, in a forgotten corner, a mysterious place deep in the Tianji Mountains, heart-pounding changes are taking place.

Here, countless black flags were dancing wildly in the red light of the blood moon night. They seemed to have life, greedily absorbing the resentment and karma between heaven and earth, as well as the bloody resentful power.

"Look at the black flags, they are moving, they are... growing!" A local monk shouted in horror, and his voice echoed in the empty mountains.

"These are not ordinary black flags, they are the Ten Thousand Souls Flags, the legendary evil creatures!" An old monk's voice trembled, his eyes full of fear.

The Banner of Ten Thousand Souls, an ancient and evil magic weapon, can absorb the souls of living beings and enhance its own power.

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