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

King Jinpeng narrowed his eyes slightly, his eagle-like golden eyes emitting sharp light as he stared at Yan Ling, a hint of fighting spirit emerged in his heart.

Based on his understanding of the cultivators from various major sects in the universe during this period, he knew that Yan Ling was the direct disciple of the head of Lu Yangu, with unparalleled talent in cultivation. In addition, the technique he practiced was the famous technique of the Great Wilderness Thunder Ancestor, the Great Wilderness Thunder Hand, which was passed down thousands of years ago in the universe's cultivation world.

With that kind of combat power, even the older generation of strong men in the universe at the same level would find it difficult to compete with him.

"Sure enough, the ten great righteous and evil sects in the universe have a long and endless heritage, and every force that dominates the universe is not an easy task."

King Jinpeng still looked calm and composed, and ordered the Void Beast Bones to guard nearby.

The Void Beast Bone mastered the void law and could travel through the void freely. In addition, he was the body of the Golden Winged Peng Eagle and had the fastest speed in the world. If the strong men from the eight major sects in the universe intervened during the battle between him and Yan Ling, King Jinpeng could use the power of the Void Beast Bone to escape from danger.

"Do you want to fight alone, or do you want me to fight all of you alone?"

King Jinpeng raised his nose and spoke to Yan Ling in a proud manner.

The eight sects were so angry that they wanted to beat King Jinpeng to death. What is a pile? The word "pile" is shit. All the cultivators in the universe were curious about what King Jinpeng relied on to dare to fight against the disciple taught by the head of Luyangu.

You should know that Yan Ling is gifted and has benefited from countless resources from Lu Yangu to cultivate him. He practices supreme skills and is cultivated by Lu Yangu as a candidate for the next generation leader.

Yan Ling is so young but his strength far exceeds that of the older generation. His physical body has reached the realm of all laws in the world of cultivation, and his future is limitless.

As for the powerful man with golden hair, everyone present only knew that he had the fastest speed in the world based on the information sent back by An Zuo, but no one had ever seen his true and complete strength, so the cultivators in the universe did not understand the strength of King Jin Peng.

However, they believed more that Yan Ling could defeat King Jin Peng. The disciples of the Lu Yangu sect all grew up in a sea of ​​blood and corpses. All the losers on the road to growth were transformed into the cauldron of the winner.

As one of the candidates for the head of a sect, Yan Ling had naturally devoured countless geniuses from the sects and the universe.

"That strong man from Shangqing Sect brazenly threatened to challenge all of them alone. I really don't understand who gave him the confidence."

"Brother Yanling crushed him to dust and took back the Void Beast Bone, shocking Lu Yan Valley's majesty."

A female monk's eyes sparkled and she looked at Yan Ling with admiration and shouted.

"My husband Yanling is the strongest and the best. He must kill that golden-haired man."

"Golden Hair has half a brain. How can he compare with Senior Brother Yanling? Senior Brother Yanling is so handsome that he can kill him."

"Chopsticks can't be used to drink soup, and a spoon can't be used to eat noodles. This golden-haired bastard doesn't know how high the sky is or how thick the earth is. Senior Brother Yanling, I'll give him a cerebral thrombosis."

"The number of cultivators in the world is like the number of carp crossing the river. Everywhere there are peach eyes that are scratching their heads and seeking death."

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Many female cultivators in Luyan Valley showed infatuated expressions and spoke to King Jinpeng and Yanling.

This made many male cultivators in the universe dissatisfied. When they first met Yan Ling, they thought he was a handsome man, and he was also the direct disciple of the head of Lu Yan Valley, which made them like him even more. However, Yan Ling regarded human life as worthless and even killed his own disciples. He was extremely indifferent to life. This kind of person, who thinks he is extraordinary, does not care about the lives of all cultivators at all.

After learning about Yan Ling, the monks of the universe began to turn from fans to haters, and only a few crazy fans were left cheering for Yan Ling.

In the sky, Yan Ling and King Jin Peng looked at each other. A trace of contempt appeared on the corners of Yan Ling's mouth. He did not take King Jin Peng seriously at all and said, "I am the eldest disciple of the head of Lu Yan Valley. I practice peerless magic and wield peerless weapons. What makes you so powerful!"

King Jinpeng glared at Yan Ling when he saw his condescending attitude. When it comes to showing off, he has never lost.

"What's the point of an ant trying to shake a tree? I have no rivals in the world."

King Jinpeng stood with his hands behind his back, his golden hair flying, and his whole body shining with golden light, as if he was a sun god descending to the earth. He radiated a mysterious aura. He stood in the sky like a crane among chickens, and everything was under his control.

As he finished speaking, all the cultivators present were speechless. The world of cultivation has gone through countless years, and many strong people have emerged. Who dares to say that he is invincible in the world?

King Jinpeng's words were simply too arrogant. With just a few simple words, he wanted to trample all the cultivators in the universe under his feet. In front of him, all the cultivators in the universe were as tiny as ants.

Yan Ling frowned, and his eyes suddenly shot out two sharp rays of light like sharp swords, shooting towards King Jin Peng, directly piercing King Jin Peng's body. However, King Jin Peng reappeared in another position, and what was pierced by the sharp light just now was actually King Jin Peng's afterimage.

"Haha, invincible, is the only thing invincible can do but dodge?" Yan Ling made a joking sound.

King Jinpeng smiled upon hearing this, his face still looking calm and composed, like a master. With his hands behind his back, he refuted Yanling in a lecturing tone.

“The only way to reform the laws in the world is to be quick and unbreakable.

In the previous battle, I won again.

Holding the sun and the moon in my hands and picking the stars, there is no one like me in the world."

The voice of King Jinpeng sounded in the air, turning into circles of ripples that drifted in all directions, causing the sea of ​​clouds in the sky to roll wildly, creating a scene of being swept away by the wind.

The cultivators from the eight major sects in the universe were feeling a little overwhelmed. They simply underestimated King Jinpeng's face. You dodged the attacks and even said that you were invincible. Where did these lies come from?

Still holding the sun, moon and stars?

What’s particularly weird is that even the supreme leaders of all the major sects in the universe can’t do it. It’s as if your physical cultivation level in the world of cultivation is so awesome that it’s better than that of all the major sects.

The monks and elders from various sects all jumped in their eyebrows. The Shangqing Sect's top-notch ability in talking nonsense was simply unmatched. However, his body movement speed was astonishing. If they did not take the initiative to fight back, few monks would be able to touch his body.

Inside the big tent of Fenglei Pavilion in Baiduan Mountain, Mu Ya appeared beside Lei Wuya, looking at the figure of King Jinpeng outside the window, and secretly memorized all of King Jinpeng's words in his heart.

He simply admired King Jinpeng's wisdom. Every word he said was extremely arrogant. When he thought about it carefully, his blood boiled. In the future, he would be able to use the words he had installed in his arm at will.

Mu Ya stared at the battlefield intently. The cultivators of the original spiritual realm believed that King Jin Peng was good at body movement and had unparalleled speed, but he came from Daci Village. Every king was gifted and mysterious, and as a subordinate of King Jin Peng in Daci Village, he had never understood King Jin Peng.

King Jinpeng's actions have always been unpredictable and unfathomable, and no one can find any clues.

The power of wind and thunder lingered in Lei Wuya's eyes. He had heard the Nine-tailed Fox King mention the Golden Peng King, a powerful cultivator who was one of the first batch to enter the original spiritual realm under the order of the Demon Master. He had not expected the Golden Peng King to be like this. Every word he said was shocking and made people feel very floating.

He stared at the two tall figures in the sky. The battle between peerless masters was the most direct way to gain combat experience. Many cultivators had made breakthroughs based on this, and he did not want to give up such a good opportunity.

Yan Ling's face was cold, and his originally calm heart was slowly beginning to be disturbed. He hadn't felt this way for a long time.

"I'll fall to the ground and see whether my killing move is more powerful or your speed is faster!"

Upon hearing this, King Jinpeng's face showed a cold murderous intent, and he said without showing any weakness, "There are mountains of corpses in my palm, and I will not put down my sword until everyone in the world has been slain.

Come here, you little piece of trash!"

King Jinpeng was full of fighting spirit, his voice was full of playfulness, at the same time he held the tip of his right elbow with his left hand, stretched out his right middle finger and hooked it while speaking.

"Asshole" Yan Ling was furious, and the calmness he had cultivated for a long time exploded on the spot.

His figure disappeared on the spot, and he raised his palm to grab King Jinpeng's head. However, at the moment his palm fell, King Jinpeng's body slowly faded away and disappeared again.

“The little trash is still slow.

A candidate for the head of Luyangu has only this much strength?

I am not interested in playing with you anymore, it's so boring!"

King Jinpeng's words echoed ten meters away from Yanling. His voice was full of amusement and arrogance, and he spoke with confidence.

"court death!"

Yan Ling's pupils flashed, and black and white lights surrounded him. His whole body was filled with magical power, and he once again charged towards King Jin Peng.

King Jinpeng was looking at the fierce palm that was breaking through the air and was about to take action when he suddenly found that the space around him seemed to materialize, making him feel as if he was trapped in a quagmire.

"Imprison the void!"

A hint of surprise appeared on King Jinpeng's face. Based on his understanding of the original spiritual realm during this period, some cultivators in the universe would possess strong physiques. These mysterious physiques would give the cultivators certain magical abilities.

He looked at Yan Ling without any emotion on his face. The realm of the cultivators in the Primordial Spirit Realm was at most the Great Perfection of the Earth Yuan Realm. Even the special ability of imprisoning the void was restricted to the corresponding range of power by the laws of the Primordial Spirit Realm.

Therefore, as long as the person is not a cultivator at the Heavenly Spirit Realm, King Jinpeng will not have any fear.

King Jinpeng was emitting golden light all over his body, his golden hair was flying, and he opened his mouth and spit out a stream of orange gas, immediately breaking free from the restraints of his body.

"I have a breath of mysterious yellow energy that can swallow the heaven and earth, the sun, the moon and the stars!" King Jinpeng's words rang out in the air. This was his innate mysterious energy that was condensed from his own essence and blood according to the method created by the demon master.

According to the demon master, as long as his strength continues to break through, his innate Xuan Qi will transform and eventually become the real Xuan Huang. Not only will his physical body be unparalleled, but Xuan Huang can also be transformed into a terrifying treasure according to his thoughts to suppress the enemy.

When Yanling saw that King Jinpeng was free again, an expression of disbelief appeared on his face.

He has a special body that can control yin and yang, and can imprison the void for a short period of time. This requires no ordinary means and is difficult to break.

"Who are you exactly?"

Yan Ling frowned, his face looking very gloomy. A newly emerging Shangqing Sect, even if it had the support of the Shagui Sect, could not have such means to easily break his innate magical power.

Those geniuses of the Ghost-Slaying Sect had fought against each other before, but they had never seen the person in front of them!

"The Great Saint who protects the Shangqing Sect, King Jinpeng!"

The voice of King Golden Peng resounded in the air, loud and vast, shaking the whole area, stirring up the winds and clouds in all directions, and causing a biting cold wind to blow across the heaven and earth.

The secrets of the Earth are too huge. The Demon Master once warned us repeatedly that until the Earth can completely defend itself against the powerful beings in the universe, the secrets of the Earth must be kept secret even if we die.

"Holy? That's just arrogant.

All the major religious leaders in the universe are extremely powerful and can seal the heavens, but they are not worthy of the word "saint".

I am just a Dharma protector of the small Shangqing Sect. How can I be so virtuous and capable!"

Yan Ling's voice rang out in the air, full of sarcasm.

Magical power surged in his body, and complex and mysterious hand seals were formed. The whole world was shaking violently. A yin-yang fish flashed between his eyebrows, and mysterious runes rushed towards the sky and earth.

Thunder rolled in the sky and blue lightning poured down.

In an instant, four huge thunder hands intertwined to block all of King Jinpeng's escape routes, completely enveloping King Jinpeng.

King Golden Peng frowned, and was about to transform into a ray of light and escape from the sky. However, at this moment, two more thunder seals suddenly appeared from the sky and the ground, sealing King Golden Peng in a thunder cage created by six thunder palms.

The lightning runes filled the thunder cage and transformed into terrifying golden lightning fire that burned towards King Golden Peng, trying to refine King Golden Peng alive on the spot.

"Hahaha.

There are corpses like a mountain in my palm, I will never put down my sword until I have killed everyone in the world!

This should be said by me, you are not worthy."

Yan Ling pressed the seal in his hand, and the six thunder seals suddenly merged into one, embedding King Jinpeng tightly inside, leaving only a head full of golden hair.

All the cultivators from the universe present breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing this. It was only because Yan Ling had such incredible skills, he had inherited the true teachings of the head master Lu Yangu and had the ability to seal the heavens and the earth. Otherwise, with King Jinpeng's extreme speed, it would have been too difficult to catch him.

The leaders and elders of the eight major sects also felt relieved. Capturing the Golden Peng King's Void Beast Bone was like a sure thing, and it wouldn't cause any waves. Once Long Zhantian and others had refined the Jingtian Formation, the battle against Shangqing Sect would have a greater chance of success.

"Junior Brother Yanling has great means. Even if a small and newly emerged sect like Shangqing Sect is backed by Shagui Sect, how many geniuses can it gather?

My Lu Yangu's chief disciple is the Tu Jiao Divine Son, a professional at devouring the prodigies."

The voice of Situ Fang from Lu Yangu sounded in the air, and Yan Ling displayed his divine power. As a cultivator from Lu Yangu, he was proud. When the leaders of other factions heard his words, they rolled their eyes and showed contempt.

The powerful genius of their sect was not on the battlefield, otherwise how could Yan Ling of Lu Yan Valley have the turn to get the big cup.

King Golden Peng was trapped in the palm of six lightning bolts, but his expression was still calm. His true form was a golden-winged eagle. Ever since he received the blessing of the demon master at Longyuan Fairy Mountain on Earth and opened his wisdom and practiced the visualization method, his soul has obtained countless resources for practice.

After he entered the original spiritual realm and founded the Great Magnetic Village with Zuo Ci and Zhi Dun, he collected human pets and gathered countless spiritual materials. Zuo Ci once refined many elixirs for him to take that increased the defense of his soul and body.

Although the six lightning seals around King Jinpeng's body were rolling with thunder and fire, they did not cause any substantial harm to him.

"You have such a petty trick, yet you dare to show off in front of me.

Don’t you see what time it is? Today is the great day when this king is the most respected in the world.”

The words of King Golden Peng echoed in the air, and golden light shone brightly around him. A golden shadow of a giant Peng emitted a dazzling light like the rising sun.

The golden roc's wings suddenly spread, and all its feathers turned into arrows that attacked the six thunder palms.

The six lightning palms shook at first, then suddenly became extremely illusory, until finally they slowly began to collapse. This reversal scene made all the monks in the universe stunned, with faces full of disbelief.

The Six Paths Thunder Palms has reached the sixth level of the Great Wilderness Thunder Hand. Even if the strong men of the older generation in the original spiritual realm were to confront it with the strength of the Great Perfection of the Earth Origin Realm, they would still be in a mess.

The Golden Roc King broke it so easily that everyone present had an illusion on their faces.

Maybe Yan Ling’s cultivation level is inflated, he can’t even trap King Jin Peng.