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

There was a great deal of noise on the Baiduan Mountain, with people everywhere talking about the battle between Yanling and King Jinpeng. The sharp tactics displayed by King Jinpeng made the strong men from various sects take their time again. It turned out that the extreme speed was just a means for King Jinpeng to save his life, and his real strength was enough to fight against Yanling.

Yan Ling is the direct disciple of the head of Lu Yangu. With his strength, he can suppress the older generation of strong men with just a wave of his hand. Obviously, King Jinpeng's strength is also very terrifying. The strong men from the eight major sects look at King Jinpeng with envy.

Shangqing Sect, a newly emerging sect, can actually receive such a monstrous genius. The sect is really lucky.

There were monks who rushed to the Baiduan Mountain after hearing the news. When they discovered the scene on the battlefield, monks from other forces in the universe were also expressing their opinions.

The battle between King Jinpeng and Yanling has become a hot topic among the cultivators of the universe.

Especially the cultivators from the top ten evil forces in the universe just pounded the ground and laughed. The righteous cultivators always believe that "evil cannot defeat righteousness", and behind the Shangqing Sect is the evil Sha Gui Sect, which is one of the top ten evil forces in the universe.

“After King Jinpeng’s turmoil, Luyangu not only lost the Void Beast Bone, but also suffered a serious loss of the sect’s reputation.

In the future, when monks from Luyangu are encountered by evil forces while traveling in the world, how can they bear it?"

The cultivator from the Māra Valley stood outside the Baiduan Mountain, looking at the strange Golden Roc King, and said with great humor.

“Shangqing Sect is simply the nemesis of Luyangu.

The strong men of Luyangu suffered heavy losses time and time again, and even the sect's foundation was lost to others.

The Golden Peng King's words made the Void Beast Bone guard the side very obediently. Situ Fang was probably crying in her heart. "The eyes of the strong men of the Blood Training Hall showed a playful light. The evil forces were always paying attention to the movements of the righteous to eliminate the Shangqing Sect.

The momentum of this emerging sect established by the Ghost-Slaying Sect has been so strong recently that even their disciples have penguin jade slips in their hands. Whether it is the functions of Longyuan proxy, Pinxixi, or Yongbei, they have caused a great stir among the cultivators.

Monks from all over the world practice and compete against the heavens. How many geniuses are trampled under the feet of the strong? The countless functions on the penguin jade slips can solve the problem that many geniuses face before they grow up and face oppression, which causes their strength to improve very slowly.

The major evil forces have discovered that many talented disciples have recently emerged in their sects, and those talented disciples have one thing in common, which is that they used the penguin jade slips of the Shangqing Sect.

Therefore.

When they learned that the eight major righteous forces in the world were going to besiege Shangqing Sect, they followed them, wanting to take this opportunity to test the strength of Shangqing Sect. If Shangqing Sect could withstand the crisis of the righteous world, the evil forces would take the opportunity to help and add icing on the cake. If it couldn't withstand it, they would take the opportunity to share a share of the benefits after the righteous forces of the world broke through Shangqing Sect.

“King Jinpeng is too extreme. He just destroyed the base of Taiyin Holy Land in Huanyu City, and took the initiative to provoke the allied forces of the eight major sects of Baiduan Mountain. He is simply lawless.

Whoever messes with this guy will be in trouble, and the key is that he can't catch up with him even if he wants to take revenge. "The corners of the monk from the Li Du Sect's mouth twitched, and he gloated and sneered, his smile was very ferocious.

The righteous cultivators who were watching near the Baiduan Mountain gnashed their teeth when they heard this. Originally, the forces of good and evil in the universe of cultivation were in a balance, but because of the Golden Peng King, the righteous forces were repeatedly humiliated. The prestige of the evil forces in the Spirit Realm had far surpassed that of the righteous forces.

No matter where the righteous forces in the universe go, they will be ridiculed as long as they encounter the evil forces. The righteous forces hate Shangqing Sect so much that they want to kill King Jinpeng.

"I feel really sorry for Lu Yangu, having to deal with such an unlucky person!

Yan Ling is one of the candidates for the head of Luyangu. If he fails to defeat Shangqing Sect's Jinpeng King, it means that Luyangu's supreme teachings are not as good as Shangqing Sect's, and even the face of the sect's ancestors will be lost. "The cultivator of Tiansha Palace had a bloody light in his eyes and a sinister smile on his lips.

“After this incident, I went to Shangqing Sect to try my luck. The Penguin Jade Slip spread among all the major forces in the universe.

Anyway, Shangqing Sect is quite lenient in accepting disciples. They can be formal disciples or part-time disciples.

It’s a free benefit, so don’t refuse it.” The monks of Daluo Holy Land said to each other.

In their hearts, they simply could not resist the benefits for novices on the penguin jade slips, because they had actually seen cultivators in their sect personally receive the resources of the Shangqing Sect.

They were all very curious about the Shangqing Sect, whose doctrines broke the shackles of dogma formed over endless years. They had heard of strong men taking on part-time positions as sect elders, but had never heard of a cultivator being a part-time disciple. The key point was that part-time disciples could enjoy half the treatment of the formal disciples of the Shangqing Sect.

Regardless of the universe, cultivators from both righteous and evil forces all secretly serve as part-time disciples in Shangqing Sect. At the beginning, the major sects were trying to control this matter, but later they found that they could not control it at all.

Later, considering that the disciples of his own sect could take advantage of the Shangqing Sect and strengthen the power of his own sect, he simply let them go.

As the huge turmoil caused by King Golden Peng on Mount Baiduan has not subsided, countless cultivators from the universe are still rushing here after hearing the news. This place is destined to be unpeaceful.

Situ Fang, the head of Luyan Valley, and other elders were almost worried to death when they saw Yan Ling fighting against the enemy in the sky. Countless cultivators gathered inside and outside the Baiduan Mountain, and the place was filled with black heads, making them dizzy.

If Yan Ling fails to defeat King Jin Peng in the end, Lu Yangu will become the laughing stock of the entire cultivation world.

King Jinpeng possesses extremely fast body movements, so if he wants to leave, it would be very difficult to stop him. Moreover, there is a Void Beast Skeleton standing beside him, watching him hungrily. This thing can travel through the void freely, so there is no way to catch it.

Situ Fang, as the head of Luyangu, felt so depressed when he thought of this that he even wanted to die.

“If Yanling can’t do it, let’s go together.

As a king, I have already fully comprehended the mysteries of heaven, earth, and man, and I know everything there is to know.

Even if you are a disciple of a sect leader, you are still no match for me.

If you can't defeat me, you can ask for help."

King Jinpeng put his hands behind his back and let his voice spread across the entire Baiduan Mountain, fearing that all the surrounding forces had not heard it.

Upon hearing this, Yan Ling frowned tightly.

He was one of the candidates for the leader of Luyangu. With his extraordinary talent and divine power, he was too embarrassed to join forces with others. Before he could use all his tricks, King Jinpeng humiliated him in this way. The news spread throughout Baiduan Mountain to let all cultivators in the universe know that they are no match for King Jinpeng.

"You want to tarnish my reputation? How ridiculous."

Yan Ling's face turned dark and he spoke in a cold voice.

"I am the King of Peng, and I should suppress all enemies in the world."

Spiritual energy surged throughout King Jinpeng's body, his eyes slightly narrowed, and his heart was filled with joy.

Yan Ling is the eldest disciple taught directly by the head of Lu Yangu. His talent and strength are impeccable. However, after being verbally attacked for such a long time, Yan Ling's originally calm heart finally became restless.

The Dao heart of the universal cultivators determines everything. If the Dao heart is disordered, weaknesses and omissions will appear, affecting thoughts, and failure is not far away.

The cultivators from the alliance of the eight major sects looked at King Jinpeng and bared his big white teeth to warn everyone, all with murderous looks on their faces.

There are more than 100,000 alliance monks present, and one-third of the elders and leaders of the major sects have the strength of the Great Perfection of the Earth Origin Realm. If they really rush forward when King Golden Peng does not flee, each of them can blow him into pieces with one attack.

Yan Ling is the prodigy of Lu Yangu and one of the candidates for the head of the sect. King Jin Peng is sure that Yan Ling is unwilling to ask for help, and King Jin Peng's ridicule also cuts off the intention of all the older generation of strong men to help Yan Ling.

In full view of everyone, there really was a cultivator who came to help Yan Ling.

Regardless of whether Yan Ling can defeat King Jin Peng or not, it proves that Yan Ling, as a candidate for the head of Lu Yangu, is not as strong as King Jin Peng, and he will have to bear this stain for the rest of his life.

The heads and elders of the eight major sects were all furious. Every word King Jinpeng said was heart-wrenching. His words of luring Yan Ling killed two birds with one stone. It was really a murder. "You ignorant evil creature, I will let you know what the true inheritance of the Universal Sect is!

Your Shangqing Sect's Wei Wei Dao wants to suppress time, what a fool. "

Yan Ling frowned and shouted, his eyes cold and full of murderous intent.

The soul body was surrounded by black and white energy, and countless mysterious runes appeared above its head one by one, reflecting the boundless terror in the sky. It aimed at the center of King Jinpeng's eyebrows and attacked. He knew the weakness of the soul body. The center of the eyebrows is the foundation of the soul. Once penetrated, the person will surely die.

King Jinpeng did not take it to heart. The demon master established the Golden Elixir Avenue through visualization. The soul of the Earth cultivator itself was strong enough. Although the soul attack was strange, he had supreme speed.

"Since you want to die, I will do as you wish!"

King Jinpeng spoke in a cold voice, his whole body aglow with golden light. His tall and slender body stood in the sky like a god descending to earth. His golden hair set off his golden eyes, and he exuded a terrifying majesty. He disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The monks watching around were stunned when they saw this.

King Jinpeng said the hardest words, but his body did the softest things.

This guy is so shameless.

Countless cultivators had strange looks on their faces. King Jinpeng's movements were too fast. Although Yan Ling's attack locked onto King Jinpeng, he could not catch up with him. He could only follow King Jinpeng and shuttle around in the camp of the Baiduanshan coalition.

Many alliance monks were unable to dodge and were penetrated by Yan Ling's spiritual attack and slowly died. The entire alliance army became a mess.

The corners of the mouths of the righteous strong men from the eight major sects twitched involuntarily, and their eyes were fierce. That damned King Jinpeng actually used his supreme speed to dissolve the attacks of the alliance monks and gave him a taste of his own medicine.

Those were the fundamental forces for attacking Shangqing Sect. It was such a pity that they were destroyed here.

"It's still too weak. Not many people died!"

King Jinpeng stopped in mid-air, stretched out a finger and gently destroyed Yan Ling's spiritual attack that had been weakened to the extreme, and said with contempt from a high position.

Seeing this, many cultivators from the universe looked extremely ugly, their eyes widened with anger, they never expected King Jinpeng to do such a thing.

King Jin Peng relied on the alliance monks to dissolve Yan Ling's attack, and he took the opportunity to escape. After seeing that Yan Ling's attack was weakened to the extreme and could not cause actual damage to the alliance monks, he stretched out a finger and extinguished it. This kind of face-to-face ridicule was simply heartbreaking.

"Asshole."

Seeing this, Yan Ling felt black and white energy surging out of his body, his eyes turned extremely bloodshot, and he was so stimulated that he had lost his mind.

He opened his mouth and spat out a sword. The sword had two sides, black and white. As soon as it appeared, it echoed with the black and white energy on Yan Ling's body, and slashed towards King Jinpeng with force.

"kill."

Yan Ling's domineering words rang out in the air, his eyes were filled with cold and violent power, with a sense of arrogance and pride, the mysterious runes on his soul and body surged, erupting with tremendous power.

The sword flashed with a sharp light and suddenly a thousand-foot-long sword force slashed down from the air. The black and white energies transformed into a prison in the air, blocking the place where King Jinpeng was trying to escape. Endless murderous aura ravaged the entire Baiduan Mountain.

"boom!"

The Ten Thousand Souls Banner appeared in King Jinpeng's hand, and the runes on it were filled with an incomparable strange black light. The souls of those alliance monks who had just been killed by Yanling's attack suddenly stopped disintegrating, and their souls were forcibly pulled out.

Those souls had fallen due to unexpected disasters, and their resentment was extremely strong. After being drawn out by the mysterious soul-summoning power of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, they gathered together madly, transformed into huge ghost puppets, rising into the sky, waving their sharp claws to fight against the sword that covered the sky.

The ghost puppet is formed by many wronged souls. It makes a humming sound from its mouth. As soon as it appears, it finds a target to vent its hatred on, and instinctively wants to kill Yan Ling.

The huge ghost puppet's sharp claws slammed into the sword energy, and the sound of metal collision exploded like thunder, shaking the sky and earth with wind and clouds, and raging winds.

Countless cultivators looked at the battle between the geniuses in the sky, all holding their breath, closely watching the scene in the arena, and goose bumps appeared on their bodies involuntarily.

The vibrating black and white sword energy entangled with the huge ghost puppet's claws. The sky was filled with howling dark winds and evil ghosts wailed in all directions.

Yan Ling's face was ferocious, and the black and white energies around his body were rotating behind him, forming a huge yin and yang fish that intertwined and rotated rapidly. He madly poured the black and white light into the sword energy. The ten thousand feet long sword energy vibrated and raged with black and white lightning, as if it was going to cut the sky and split the earth with incomparable domineering power.

"I am a divine warrior, and I have mastered the myriad arts for thirty years. What right do you have to fight me?"

When Yan Ling saw King Jin Peng holding the Ten Thousand Souls Banner and infusing it with the Ghost Puppet's Deathly Aura, his bloodshot eyes roared with resentment. At this moment, all his confidence, all his arrogance, and all the glory in his heart were disrupted by King Jin Peng.

King Jinpeng was a cultivator from the Shangqing Sect, a new sect. It was a great shame for him that he could not even enter the world of cultivation and yet he could confront him head-on.

"Haha, why?

If I want to have it, Heaven cannot be without it;

If I want nothing, the sky cannot exist." Upon hearing this, King Jinpeng let out a thunderous voice, which resounded in the sky like the sound of a yellow bell.

His whole body was gleaming with golden light, which formed a stark contrast with the black Ten Thousand Souls Banner in his hand. He was like an almighty god who suppressed hell and was ready to judge the world on behalf of heaven.

All the monks around were silent, fearing that they would miss this ultimate showdown.

Runes of good and evil flickered in the sky, densely covering the void. It was a duel between life and death, and the fighting spirit would not stop until death. The faces of the cultivators from the eight righteous sects were extremely gloomy.

The gigantic soul puppet waved its sharp claws in the air to resist Yan Ling's ten thousand feet sword force. The soul puppets were formed by the wronged souls of the fallen cultivators who were affected by Yan Ling's attack.

Cause and effect are intertwined, Yan Ling is really shooting himself in the foot.

The wronged souls gathered together because of their resentment, and with the help of the deathly energy of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner in the hands of King Jinpeng, it was as if the King of Ghosts had come to the world to tear the universe apart.

"boom!"

The huge ghost puppet swung its sharp claws and smashed the ten thousand feet long sword energy, raging with evil spirit that covered the sky and drowned the earth.

"this?"

All the cultivators around had pale faces. The huge ghost puppet was not much weaker than the vengeful spirits in the sky abyss. It was ridiculous that King Jinpeng was able to condense such a powerful evil with the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

Yanling, the candidate for the leader of Luyangu, is a man of extraordinary martial arts and invincible means. Even so, he encountered a formidable opponent. No matter whether it is King Jinpeng or Yanling, they both have the potential to swallow mountains and rivers.

The unprecedented battle between the geniuses was inspiring, and the monks around did not want to miss the scene before their eyes.

"boom!"

The figures of the two suddenly disappeared in the air, and the entangled runes of destruction suddenly rolled violently. They were like a duel between immortal gods and demon gods, and were engulfed by the light of destruction and evil spirit.

The minds of countless cultivators suddenly tensed up, the evil energy in the sky boiled, thunders raged, and the howling of ghosts shook the whole area.