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

The Qilin King mocked Long Ting: "What about Long Ting? The Ancestral Dragon cannot be born, and the Dragon King is also plotting but cannot come out. Your so-called Nine Sons of Heavenly Dragon, Twelve Divine Kings, and Thirty-six Killing Generals are all good-for-nothings. How can you face others after being defeated by the Free Demon?"

Upon hearing this, the people of Longting felt ashamed and their evil spirit became even stronger.

At this moment, a strange voice sounded in the heart of Qilin King, and three black shadows quietly sneaked into his soul. The magical powers of these three black shadows were extremely strange, and they instantly controlled the mind of Qilin King.

Demonic energy rose from the Qilin King's body, and illusory demons flew out of his mind, gnawing at his body and soul.

"Oh no, the king is attacked by inner demons! Damn it, the people from the Demon Palace haven't left yet!" Cheng Qin from the Beast Clan exclaimed. He is extremely sensitive to inner demons.

The ancient green ox stepped forward and said, "Let me do it. The green ox roars and the inner demon is destroyed!" A green light flashed across his body and he roared loudly. The sound waves were transmitted into the mind of the Qilin King.

However, the Ancient Blue Ox screamed, as if it had been attacked back: "Ah! It's the Chaos Heart Demon, a heart demon that can even affect the Chaos Demon God!"

Seeing this, Ye Qin said in a deep voice: "Xiaobai, go out and try the strength of the twelve witch ancestors." After that, he flashed and disappeared into the world of Qilin King.

Bai Qi walked out of the void and said with a smile: "Hi, everyone! How can such a wonderful scene be without me, Bai Qi?"

His appearance shocked everyone again. Another strong man appeared out of nowhere. When did so many strong men gather here?
However, Bai Qi was well-known among the cultivators. He founded the Killing God Ridge and fought a great battle that caused a river of blood to flow in the Reclining Buddha Temple. Many people knew him.

When the Fire God Zhu Rong saw Bai Qi, his eyes lit up: "Bai Qi, God of Killing! Come on, let's fight again. If it wasn't for my elder brother asking me to go back, I would have beaten you to a pulp!"

The twelve witch ancestors were all battle maniacs, with Pangu's fighting spirit flowing in their blood. They absorbed the endless evil spirit of the catastrophe and refined their bodies underground in Buzhou Mountain, which made them even more fierce.

When Bai Qi destroyed the Reclining Buddha Temple, Zhu Rong had a great battle with him. The battle was so fierce that the sky was dark and the mountains were broken.

At that time, Bai Qi had just completed the seventh level of the Great Dragon God, so how could he be a match for Zhu Rong? He was suppressed by Zhu Rong and couldn't breathe. When he was about to overdraw his potential to perform the eighth level, Zhu Rong retreated at the last minute.

Now, when Zhu Rong mentioned what happened back then, Bai Qi felt a surge of fighting spirit in his heart. He was now full of confidence, because in his heart, Ye Qin was invincible. So he was fearless and ready to fight to his heart's content.

Gonggong is also a battle maniac. When he saw Bai Qi, his eyes lit up: "Hey, is he the God of Killing Bai Qi that you admire? Can his body compare to ours?"

Zhu Rong smiled and said, "Although he is physically strong, he is still not as strong as us. However, his fighting spirit is unparalleled. This time we can have a good fight!"

On the beast tribe side, Cheng Qin and the ancient blue bull breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the Twelve Ancestral Witches and the newly emerged God of Death Bai Qi about to fight. They were worried that these strong men would take advantage of the situation to rob them. After all, although they were strange beasts left over from the ancient times, they could not resist so many strong men.

However, the situation on the Dragon Court side was different. Just now, the Qilin King had killed one of their God Kings with one move, which filled them with fear. Now that the Qilin King had an accident again, they were even more restless.

The scene suddenly became chaotic!
Suddenly, a loud roar was heard, and a ten-thousand-foot-long white ape was seen holding a giant god-killing stick, standing majestically, like a pillar of heaven.

"What great skills! What a fierce aura!" The Twelve Ancestral Witches couldn't help but admire.

Zhurong also transformed into a fighting body, which was a sign of respect for the strong and mutual appreciation. He had a beast head and a human body, covered with red scales, two fire snakes pierced his ears, and he stepped on a ten-thousand-foot-tall fire dragon. He was ten thousand feet tall. The fire snakes hissed, the fire dragons roared, what a mighty ancestor witch Zhurong was!

With a loud bang, Bai Qi's giant stick collided with Zhu Rong's fist, and the energy splashed everywhere along with Zhu Rong's fire. The powerful force instantly turned the mountains within a thousand miles into dust.

"Ah! The spirit of the great dragon-like god!" Bai Qi roared, and the ten-thousand-foot-long stick shrank and disappeared into his ears. He raised his head like a mountain and roared to the sky, baring his teeth and looking extremely ferocious. He tilted his upper body back, clenched his fists and hammered on his chest continuously, making loud bangs.

A surging aura of the God of Wilderness rose from him, carrying with it boundless pressure. The muscles all over his body trembled rhythmically, in an extremely mysterious way. Every tremor caused his aura to rise sharply.

In an instant, Bai Qi gathered his strength, bent his body, and pounced towards Zhu Rong.

Seeing Bai Qi's powerful momentum, Zhu Rong became more determined to fight. The flames behind him burned fiercely like a sea of ​​fire. Zhu Rong was like a demon rushing out of the underworld. The two fire snakes by his ears and the two fire dragons under his feet pounced towards Bai Qi swiftly.

The speed was as fast as teleportation.

Hiss! Roar!
Two snakes entwined, two dragons tore at him, and they bound Bai Qi's body tightly.

Zhu Rong rode on the two dragons and quickly flew into the air. He came in front of Bai Qi and smashed Bai Qi's head with his huge fist.

Crack! The sound of bones breaking was heard.

The power of the Ancestral Witch was so strong that with one punch, Bai Qi's neck was broken, and the huge white ape head fell weakly on the body.

"Okay! Kill him and pull his head off!" Gonggong's blood was boiling. He was not as silent as the other ancient witches. Like Zhurong, he was extremely fanatical about fighting.

"Too scary! Is this the power of the Ancestral Witch? And this God of Killing Bai Qi, I have heard of his reputation before and thought he was just a guy with bad luck, but now it seems that he is indeed a true God of Killing!"

Some independent cultivators were discussing the matter, and after witnessing the power of the Ancestral Witch, they were filled with fear.

It is no wonder that they do this. They practice supernatural powers, their spirits are connected, they pursue enlightenment, and their supernatural powers are vast. However, under the impact of the will of the Ancestral Witch, their will to fight is gone.

This is the advantage of the Twelve Ancestral Witches! Unparalleled fighting spirit!
Zhu Rong saw that Bai Qi's head was broken, but he did not stop. He kept hitting Bai Qi's body with his fists wrapped in fire, as if he wanted to smash all the bones in Bai Qi's body.

Just when everyone thought that Bai Qi was no longer able to fight back, a loud roar rang out.

Bai Qi's body suddenly expanded to twenty thousand feet, and the energy of the dragon-like god flowed through his body. His bones made crackling sounds, and every bone automatically reset itself.

Bai Qi opened his fists left and right and hit Zhu Rong's body hard.

Puff! Flesh and blood splattered everywhere, and Bai Qi's fists were covered in blood, and his claws were covered in flesh.

Is this a counterattack? All the creatures present were attracted by this fighting style. There were no gorgeous magical powers, no powerful magic weapons, only the most primitive and barbaric way. The scene of blood and flesh flying everywhere, the overwhelming power, and the collision of fists seemed to be the most beautiful music and the most gorgeous painting, which made all the creatures' blood boil.

All forces were watching with interest. The battle between Bai Qi and Zhu Rong attracted all their attention, and even the Five Elements Secret Land was temporarily forgotten by them.

Even Long Ting forgot to take revenge on the beast tribe.

"The witch clan's fighting skills, Zhurong's wrath of the fire god!" Zhurong had two pieces of flesh and blood grabbed by Bai Qi, but he became even more ferocious. Fire surged all over his body, merging into his fist and blasting towards Bai Qi.

Another collision of fists.

This time Zhu Rong used the witch clan's fighting skills, Bai Qi was defeated, and was blasted thousands of miles away, with his fist broken.

The Wu clan's fighting skills, inherited from the great god Pangu, are not ordinary ones? Every move returns to the true nature, the great way is simple, and every move can maximize the power of the body without any waste.

Zhu Rong took the opportunity to step forward, stepped on Bai Qi, and smashed Bai Qi's neck with his fists from top to bottom.

With another snap, Bai Qi's neck was flattened, leaving only a layer of skin.

Bai Qi's fighting skills were all created by himself. He had traveled for millions of years and killed countless powerful men. He was a man who truly walked out of the arena of death. However, compared with the fighting skills of the Wu clan, they were far inferior to each other. There was simply a world of difference.

Who can create a martial art that can rival Pangu's fighting art?
Bai Qi was beaten to death and had no power to fight back against the Wu clan's fighting skills.

However, in his heart, there burned an unyielding will to fight, an unyielding will, and a determination to kill until death.

"Who am I? Why am I here? What am I living for? For the so-called illusory great way?" Ye Qin's teachings echoed in Bai Qi's heart.

"Aoao!" Zhu Rong attacked with punch after punch without any mercy. To the Wu Clan, there was no concept of mercy, only life and death. This was their fighting philosophy.

"Damn it! Zhu Rong actually used combat skills!" Di Jiang, the leader of the twelve ancestor witches in the witch clan, roared angrily.

“Brother, there is no Daozu-level figure here, so no one should be able to see it. Don’t worry. Besides, with Zhu Rong’s hot temper, he would have gone crazy after having two pieces of flesh and blood torn off by the white ape!” said a beautiful woman who exuded the rich breath of the earth.

She is Hou Tu, the ancestor witch, and has a high say in the witch clan.

"I hope so! Everyone knows that our Wu clan is the descendant of the great god Pangu, but they don't know that we have also obtained the Pangu Temple. If they knew, even the Taoist Ancestor would covet it!" Di Jiang transmitted the message.

"Now that Bai Qi has been defeated, tell Zhu Rong to stop! Bai Qi is a man of character and has great skills. Maybe there is a strong man backing him up. Our Wu clan has just gained a foothold and cannot offend a figure of the Daozu level!" said Hou Tu.

Suddenly, Bai Qi, who was lying motionless on the ground, moved, and a strong will rose up.

"I am the God of Killing Bai Qi. I was born to kill. I establish my path with killing. I will never stop!"

Boom!

Bai Qi flipped over and knocked Zhu Rong to the ground. The two huge bodies destroyed the vast mountain range.

Bai Qi's aura soared, and his body of the Great Dragon God finally broke through to the eighth level at the limit, and his strength more than doubled.

Bang bang! The sound of fists hitting flesh continued to ring out.

"What a great technique! I never thought that the technique he practiced could not compare to our Nine Revolutions Profound Art, but it was almost the same. Which powerful person created it? Looking at the aura flowing in his body, he seems to be from the Chaos Demon God!" Di Jiang exclaimed.

In the way of self-cultivation, who dares to compete with the witch clan?

Zhu Rong's whole body trembled, he broke free from Bai Qi, and leaped high into the sky.

"The fighting skills of the ancestor witch, Zhurong Fire Emperor Boom!" Zhurong's heart trembled with excitement, and the aura of his whole body soared. The source of fire in his body merged into his fist and circulated along a mysterious trajectory.

A pair of fists as big as mountains smashed down.

"The God of Wilderness supports the sky!" Bai Qi bent his body and pushed his hands upwards, like a giant pillar supporting the sky.

With a loud bang, Bai Qi's body sank into the ground, and the earth was torn apart to form a deep abyss.

With a loud bang, the earth cracked open and a deep abyss appeared!
Bai Qi raised his hands to the sky, trying to block Zhu Rong's unique skill - Zhu Rong Fire Emperor Fist, but was pressed into the ground. Ice and fire intertwined, the momentum was amazing!

Zhu Rong's fighting skills were too powerful. Once he made a move, he could not take it back. He had to fight to the death. He was suspended in the air, surrounded by fire dragons and snakes, suppressing Bai Qi's God of the Wilderness's Sky-supporting Tower.

However, Bai Qi had just completed the eighth transformation of the Great Dragon God, and his strength was at its peak. Although his fighting skills could not be compared with Zhu Rong, he could barely maintain the stalemate.

"Oh my god! The Wu Clan actually has such a powerful hidden method. They showed mercy to us before. This powerful Wu Clan fighting skill can kill us with just one punch!"

When Bai Qi and Zhu Rong were in a stalemate, the independent cultivators who had dealt with the Witch Clan before began to talk about it. Their fear of the Witch Clan deepened, and they secretly swore that the Witch Clan was a more terrifying force than the Dragon Court and the Demon Palace.

All the scattered cultivators looked at the twelve witch ancestors, and slowly retreated, moving closer to the beast tribe. They were all creatures with great magical powers, and a thousand miles away was just a short distance away, and they soon gathered behind the Qilin King.

"Welcome all fellow Taoists! Follow King Qilin and the great road will be just around the corner!" Cheng Qin said.

Cheng Qin is an ancient beast with great magical powers and unpredictable mystery. When the three ancient tribes fought for the Great Wilderness Holy Pagoda, he joined the Qilin King's camp and has made many great achievements since then. His current cultivation is second only to the Qilin King, and even surpasses other members of the Qilin clan.

At this moment, the Qilin King was fighting with his inner demon, and he was the only one who could take charge of the situation. Seeing all the scattered cultivators gathered behind him, he was overjoyed.

"Fellow Daoist Cheng Qin, the Qilin King..." the Beast King of the Beast Mountain asked puzzledly.

The Beast King is an ancient black tiger, possessing the ferocity of the tiger clan and a mysterious magical power - the Soul Devouring King Mark. He also knows that the Qilin King is currently engaged in the most dangerous mental battle with a mysterious strongman, so he is worried that something might happen to the Qilin King, and no one will protect them.

"Don't worry, fellow Beast King. My king is the ancient Qilin King, the oldest figure in the prehistoric world. What kind of magical powers has he not seen? A mere inner demon... Humph, the Demon Palace is courting its own death!" said the Ancient Blue Ox. He was also a creature that followed the Qilin King in ancient times and knew the Qilin King very well.

"I do have a magical power to subdue demons. I wonder if it can be of help?" said the god of Tianshen Mountain.

He was a wisp of Pangu Qi left over from the ancient chaos. He failed to return to the heaven and earth during the Qi catastrophe, but by chance he became intelligent. Later, relying on his strong innate foundation, he gained enlightenment in Tianshen Mountain, called himself a god, and enlightened many heaven and earth Qi to form living beings, creating a unique way of belief. (End of this chapter)