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

"call out……"

Once again, the sound of a jade arrow breaking through the air was heard. The jade arrow was crystal clear and carried a powerful force. The Taoist patterns on it were extremely dazzling and could easily tear through the void.

Those monks in the jungle who were locked by the jade arrows felt an unprecedented crisis. The killing power of the jade arrows was shocking. Even if they wanted to give up the ancient talismans at this time, the disciples of the Tianhong Sect would not let their lives go.

Those cultivators of the Tianhong Sect are extremely cruel. If they don't take action, it's fine. But once they do, they will take people's lives. They are so domineering.

Faced with the crisis of life and death, a gleam of determination flashed in the eyes of many monks.

When facing a strong enemy like the Tianhong Sect in the ruins, any hesitation or delay would be a fatal weakness.

A cultivator quickly took out a forbidden treasure from his storage bag. It was a long sword as black as ink. A faint glow flowed on the sword body, as if it contained endless dark power.

"Everyone be careful, the Tianhong Sect's archery skills are extraordinary, you can't resist them head-on!"

The monk loudly warned his companions around him, and at the same time his figure began to move quickly in the jungle, looking for the best defensive position.

at this time.

The disciples of the Tianhong Sect have appeared at the edge of the jungle. These monks are wearing uniform silver-white battle robes, and each of them holds a peculiarly shaped longbow in his hand. The bow is flashing with a faint light, which is obviously not an ordinary object.

At this time, the eyes of the monks from the Tianhong Sect were firm and cold, as if they had already regarded the monks in the jungle as prey.

"Brothers, when two brave men meet on a narrow road, the bravest will win!

If the enemy doesn't die, we will die!!

Fight.”

The monk holding the long sword shouted loudly, and with a swing of the dark long sword, a black sword energy was released that cut through the air and pointed directly at the disciples of the Tianhong Sect.

However, the disciples of Tianhong Sect were not intimidated.

They quickly pulled their longbows, and red-flaming arrows streaked across the sky like meteors, shooting towards Black Wind and the monks in the jungle.

The arrows were flying at such a fast speed that they covered the entire jungle in almost an instant.

Those Universal Monks who were fighting against them all used their own defensive methods, put up protective shields, or used magic weapons to resist, but the arrows of the Rainbow Sect seemed to contain the power of special laws, and ordinary defensive methods could not completely resist them.

The battle is about to break out, and the jungle is filled with tension and danger.

The hidden monks all clenched their fists. At the moment of life and death, they obviously understood that the only way to see hope of survival was to fight hard.

However, at this moment, a mysterious force began to surge from the depths of the jungle. The terrifying waves swept around, and even the sky and the earth were roaring violently, with lightning and thunder, and howling winds.

Long Ling looked at the entire battlefield.

At this point, the monks of the universe no longer had any private collections, and their only focus was on killing to obtain more ancient symbols.

The monks' goal is to exchange what the statue says.

Those terrifying fluctuations were all caused by a terrifying lion-like form leaping out of the lush jungle.

Around the Suanni, the sky was filled with purple mist, which made the faces of the monks covered by it appear intoxicated, and then they all fainted on the ground.

Upon seeing this, the Suan Ni Dharma Image opened its mouth and sucked in, swallowing up all the fainted monks.

Among those powerful men who were devoured, Long Ling discovered that there were many old cultivators. From the Taoist aura on their bodies, it could be seen that they were cultivators above the Heavenly Spirit Realm who cut off their own cultivation and sneaked into the ruins of the Ancient Divine Sect.

Because the old monks' spirits and bodies were emitting the aura of the Five Decays of Heaven, it was obvious that they did not have much time left.

In order to survive, they cut off their own cultivation and entered this place to look for a chance of life. They never expected that they would be discovered by the peerless geniuses of various major forces, and killed without leaving any body left. It was such a huge loss.

A feeling of compassion welled up in Long Ling's heart. Who could have thought that after fighting so hard to get here together as a companion, they would become each other's objects of devouring. For the huge interests hidden behind the ancient symbol, even the friendship that had experienced life and death seemed extremely fragile.

The battlefield now is too cruel, where the strong prey on the weak and only the fittest survive. Under the cruel and harsh competition, only the fierce and powerful ones survive.

Long Ling took a deep breath, and a determined light flashed in his eyes.

He had just ordered Heifeng to obtain an ancient rune in the jungle. The runes on the ancient rune were very mysterious and possessed tremendous power of laws. It was obvious that this competition was not as simple as the statue said.

Now the entire battlefield is suppressed by the violent power of prohibition. If the cultivators want to seize the ancient talisman, they need to consume more spiritual power. Under such circumstances, some cultivators have begun to seize the Taoist foundation in their bodies for use.

This cycle goes on and on, just like raising a Gu. Even if there are cultivators who can succeed, they will be very few.

However, there is hope in the face of the crisis of death. If one can understand the essence of the ancient symbols, one can restore strength and survive in desperate situations.

A bright light appeared in Long Ling's eyes, and he began to observe the battlefield carefully, looking for traces of the scattered ancient symbols.

Ancient talismans are now the source of conflicts among monks throughout the universe. Only by snatching the ancient talismans from others first can one use them to quickly restore one's own strength and easily resist the forbidden power in the jungle.

These ancient symbols contain powerful forces. For cultivators, they are a shortcut to improving their strength, but they are also the only source of survival in this endless battlefield of killing.

Rumble.

A powerful aura came from not far away.

Long Ling looked up and saw a monk in black armor falling from the air, followed by a group of men in black. They were obviously masters of some powerful force.

The black-armored monk's gaze swept across the battlefield and finally stopped on Long Ling, and he sneered.

“Little ones.

Give us the ancient symbols we have collected, and they will save your lives."

Heifeng felt nervous after hearing this. The opponent was very powerful and had many people. He was no match for them.

But he was extremely unwilling to hand over the ancient talisman in this way.

After Heifeng took a deep breath, he turned around and saw that Long Ling had a calm expression. His eyes immediately lit up.

He tried to make his voice sound calm and spoke.

“These ancient symbols were obtained at the cost of one’s life, how can we easily hand them over to others?

idiot!!"

After hearing this, a hint of murderous intent flashed in the black-armored monk's eyes.

"You're looking for death."

As soon as the black-armored monk finished speaking, the man in black behind him pounced on Heifeng like a wolf or a tiger.

Seeing this, Heifeng showed no sign of weakness and fought with all his might in the life-and-death contest.

Rumble.

He quickly mobilized the spiritual energy in his body, and the runes on the palm of his hand emitted a dazzling light.

Heifeng did not retreat at all when facing the black-clothed man rushing towards him. Instead, he faced the challenge head-on. Runes flashed under his feet, and mysterious patterns were imprinted on the ground, making earth-cracking sounds.

Although the mysterious ghost's steps seemed simple, they were extremely strange. Strange mist appeared in the air, and wandering ghosts from all directions quickly gathered towards them.

The man in black didn't take it seriously at first, but gradually he became uneasy.

Bang bang bang.

At this moment, there was another violent roar in the air. A strange figure was moving in the black mist, as fast as lightning. A light spot was on the chest of the black-armored monk.

In an instant, a crystal blood arrow exploded from the chests of those monks, causing the black-robed monks to fall to the ground one by one.

When the people in the group of black-armored monks saw this, a hint of surprise flashed in their eyes. They did not expect that Long Ling's strength was so strong.

The armor they were wearing was made of black iron from outside the domain and was extremely hard. Even ordinary cultivators in the Wanfa realm found it difficult to penetrate it. The strength of the young man who had not taken any action was so terrifying that he only needed one finger to penetrate the black armor.

This terrifying act has created a sense of crisis in their hearts.

Heifeng finally let out a breath slowly. As he had guessed, Long Ling had a backup plan.

Long Ling's action just now was so graceful that he killed people without anyone noticing with a flick of his sleeve. This made the black-armored monks, who were surrounded by five or six people, so frightened that they dared not act rashly.

“Solve it quickly.

Then enter the jungle to obtain the ancient symbol.

More and more Universe monks are coming in, and even this position is not safe." Long Ling said.

Now is not the time to be careless, they must resolve the current battle as soon as possible, otherwise once they are surrounded by more monks, they will be unable to enter the jungle and obtain the ancient talisman.

Rumble.

Under the cover of the Black Wind Ghost Dance, Long Ling's figure transformed like a ghost, releasing an unstoppable momentum.

The black-armored monks were like fallen leaves swept by the autumn wind, falling one after another under the action of Long Ling's fingers as sharp as swords.

"shhhhhh"

After Long Ling and Hei Feng cleared out the enemies around them, they quickly rushed into the depths of the jungle.

Along the way, the two of them turned into afterimages and disappeared at the edge of the jungle. Long Ling's movements were as strange as a ghost, and every time his toes landed, a mysterious rune would be left on the ground.

Moreover, he discovered a crucial secret: Black Wind's ghost dance had a huge attraction to the undead. Even if someone destroyed the undead, the undead could quickly recover into a complete undead body by absorbing the Senro Sha energy gathered by the ghost dance.

Especially since she had just tried it.

When she was killing those black-armored monks in the black fog, it was as if she was assisted by a god as the black fog rolled. Both her attack speed and attack power were increased, and even the consumption of spiritual power was reduced a lot.

Long Ling was very surprised by this discovery.

She took a deep breath and gradually calmed herself down.

Now they have gone deep into the jungle, whether they are the proud sons of powerful forces, or the supreme descendants of the ancient emperor, there are also peerless mighty beings who have cut off their own cultivation to go deep into this place in order to gain opportunities, now they are all gathered here.

Every next step is crucial, and any carelessness may result in the risk of death.

Long Ling's eyes were as sharp as an eagle's as he scanned the surroundings, looking for the ancient symbols scattered on the battlefield.

Each of these ancient symbols contains ancient power and is a treasure that monks dream of.

They are hidden deep in the ruined jungle, or even buried deep in the bloodstained land. Some are even wrapped in the spiritual energy of powerful monks after their death, making them difficult to detect.

Based on their general memory of the ancient talismans falling in the jungle, Long Ling and Hei Feng went to the corresponding places to collect them.

They first came to a seemingly insignificant hillock. This was the place where several monks had fought. There were still traces of the battle on the ground. In the end, none of the monks survived, and even the ancient talismans they had obtained while alive became ownerless because of the tragic deaths of the monks on both sides.

Long Ling squatted down and gently pushed away the soil. Under the blood mud, several ancient symbols were lying there quietly.

Long Ling couldn't help but feel happy. He picked it up carefully and felt the power flowing in the ancient symbol.

Heifeng did not hesitate at all. After Long Ling obtained the ancient talisman, he quickly took away the storage ring of the fallen monk and continued to charge cautiously towards the depths of the jungle ahead.

Soon they came to a forest scorched by flames.

The soul of the monk hanging in a crisscross pattern on the charred wood had not yet been completely disintegrated. Several ancient talismans were hanging on a half-charred branch, vaguely visible.

Long Ling leaped lightly, stretched out his hand to push away the souls that were disintegrating, and took off the ancient talisman under them. The ancient talisman glowed slightly in his hand, looking very strange.

As time went by, Long Ling and Hei Feng collected more and more ancient symbols.

The two of them complemented each other. Long Ling was responsible for collecting ancient talismans, while Hei Feng took the opportunity to collect the storage rings of the fallen monks, and then used the Ten Thousand Souls Banner to collect the souls in the bodies of the fallen monks who had not yet completely disintegrated.

The physical bodies of these fallen spirits and souls were at least at the Heavenly Spirit Realm, and the souls hidden within them were the supreme elixir of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner. As the Ten Thousand Souls Banner devoured more and more spirits and souls at the Heavenly Spirit Realm, the strange and fierce aura on the black Ten Thousand Souls Banner became more intense and vast.

It is like an active volcano covered in dust, its interior is violently rolling and refining, just waiting for the moment to erupt with devastating power.

“It’s just as I guessed.

If one wishes to gain the far-from-adequate power within the jungle's restrictions, the treasure-hunting monks must continuously acquire ancient symbols.

The more ancient symbols there are, the more power a monk can gain."

Long Ling looked at the ancient symbol in his hand, and a wise light appeared in his eyes.

However, this also has a drawback, as there are interconnected Taoist patterns on the ancient symbols.

Each recipient of the ancient talisman will have a vague sense of it, which is equivalent to every cultivator knowing the positions of the recipients of the ancient talisman. The weak cultivators will be exposed to the eyes of the strong and then killed.

Buzz buzz.

At this moment, several enchanting figures appeared in front of Long Ling and Hei Feng. The sudden appearance of the enemy instantly made them stop collecting ancient symbols.

During this period, they had been going to the corners of the battlefield in the jungle where the monks fought for the ancient symbols and died together according to their memories. They tried their best not to meet other monks and secretly collected the ancient symbols to make a fortune.

However, as the number of ancient symbols increased, someone finally set their sights on them.

Long Ling looked at the charming female cultivator in front of him, and knew that her strength should not be underestimated.

Greed and murderous intent flashed in those charming eyes; the gazes of both parties met for only a moment in mid-air, and the air was filled with a tense atmosphere.

"You can't digest these ancient symbols."

The leading female cultivator spoke coldly, holding a jade flute in her hand. The jade flute was covered with mysterious runes and was obviously a weapon for sonic attacks.

"Yohoo, here come some people who are not afraid of death.

If you know what's best for you, get out of here now, or don't blame me for being ruthless."

A fierce cold light appeared in Heifeng's eyes.

During this period of time, they have been secretly collecting ancient talismans together. He has witnessed Long Ling's strange methods. In addition, the Ten Thousand Souls Banner in his hand has devoured many Tianling realm cultivators. The power of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner has greatly increased, and Heifeng has become more and more confident.

Even if he can't defeat the enemy, there is still Long Ling behind him!

The purple-red runes on the Ten Thousand Souls Banner above Heifeng's head were glowing, looking extremely eerie and strange.

“How shameless of you to even dare to snatch things from Fangfei Pavilion.

court death."

The woman holding the jade flute in Fangfei Pavilion responded indifferently.

Her figure quickly moved towards Heifeng, the jade flute and the evil spirit of the ghost dance intertwined, and every confrontation was a battle of life and death.