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

Heifeng and Long Ling's eyes swept coldly over everyone, with a hint of amusement and disdain in them.

The trap they carefully planned successfully captured the Universe monks from years ago. Now these monks are like chess pieces in their hands and must be manipulated at their will.

Ancient talismans are the basis for exchanging for treasures from the Ancient Divine Sect. First, lure the cultivator who knows the cultivator in front of you here. The number of ancient talismans accumulated will be considerable.

And what’s more valuable is!

They can also secretly control a portion of the cultivators' power silently, which is also very helpful for the subsequent snatching of ancient symbols in the ruins of the Ancient Divine Sect.

There was a look of indifference on Heifeng's face, and his voice contained an unquestionable command.

"You only have two choices now.

First, if you hand over your soul and submit to our service, not only can you save your life, but whatever we gain from the ruins will also benefit you.

Second, if you don’t want to, then there is only one way out: death.”

The monks present looked at each other, feeling powerless.

They were originally free and high-ranking cultivators, but now they have fallen to the point of becoming subordinates of others. This is simply a great shame and humiliation.

However, faced with a life-or-death decision, how can they resist?

"Don't think you can escape easily. We have set up many traps in this restriction.

Even if your cultivation has not been sealed, it will be difficult to escape.

Now that you are trapped in a jar, at the mercy of others, you must think about your own way out. "

Long Ling added, with a hint of cunning in her voice.

The monks felt a chill in their hearts, knowing that what Long Ling said was true.

The formation within this restriction is extremely strange. I have just witnessed it with my own eyes. It is indeed extraordinary. I still don’t understand how that mysterious formation sealed their cultivation.

Now that his cultivation has been sealed, it is too late to resist and escape the opponent's control.

"You... your actions are really bizarre!

There are eight hundred heretic ways in the world of cultivation, and you are the only ones who have been used to the highest level of perfection, and there is no one better than you. "

Wang Mang asked in a trembling voice, his voice full of reluctance and gale.

Heifeng was not angry when he heard this.

“There are three thousand great ways, but they all lead to the same destination.

Besides, we two are not the kind of people who forget our principles when seeing profit or deprive others of huge profits.

Let me use your hands to collect more ancient symbols for us, as well as some precious and rare treasures from heaven and earth.

In return, you will also be given some conveniences in cultivation.

You can also think of it this way, the two parties are just partners, but the right to speak is in our hands."

Heifeng said this, his words were very gentle, without a trace of fierceness in them.

"This"

Monk Chen Gong muttered to himself and even choked. He felt as if he was in an absurd dream. All this was too bizarre and too unbelievable.

She was fine not long ago, but in the blink of an eye she has become a servant and had to be a slave.

When he thought of this, his face turned red, as if he was a child who had done something wrong and was being held captive by his parents. He couldn't beat him, and he couldn't escape either. He just felt extremely sad in his heart.

"Have you thought everything through?"

Long Ling's voice sounded again, with a hint of unquestionable determination.

“Now is the moment for you to decide.

Those who need to be saved must hand over their souls, then crush the communication jade slips and summon the monks from the universe they know.

I advise you not to try to resist, otherwise, you will bear the consequences at your own risk."

Long Ling looked around at everyone with cold eyes and spoke.

The monks felt as if they were stabbed by needles when they heard this. They looked at each other and finally had no choice but to accept this cruel reality.

they know.

In this restriction, there is no room for choice. Although the orders from Black Wind and Dragon Spirit are strange, they have no choice but to act according to their wishes.

Most of the cultivators were unable to surrender their souls. A few of the rebels had their souls forcibly extracted and sent into the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

This made the monks who had surrendered earlier secretly rejoice.

The evil power on the Ten Thousand Souls Banner was extremely terrifying, and there were countless wronged souls and evil ghosts howling in them. They simply could not imagine how many cultivators the two had slaughtered years ago to create such a huge tide of ghosts.

Now I can only admit defeat. Everything is caused by momentary greed and desire for the treasures of the Ancient God Sect.

Under the manipulation of Heifeng and Baizhi, their fate has since been firmly in the hands of the people of the past.

After the seals on the cultivation of the surrendered monks were released and they were freed from the choice of life and death, they all stared at Elder Qingyun and the three Black and White Evils with bloodshot eyes.

These three people are the implementers of the Long Ling and Black Wind plan. If they hadn't crushed the communication jade slips in their hands years ago, how did they get caught up in the conspiracy?

"Qingyun, the Black and White Devils, the three of you are so despicable and shameless!"

"We are all people of the same trade. How dare you scheme against us like this? It's really chilling!"

Wang Mang roared, since Heifeng and Long Ling chose to stand idly by, he must find someone to vent his resentment.

Elder Qingyun and the Black and White Evils looked troubled, knowing that they had fallen into the trap of Heifeng and Long Ling and could not extricate themselves.

The three of them originally wanted to use the treasures of the Ancient God Sect to improve their own cultivation, but they didn't expect to end up in such a situation.

"Everyone, we are also forced to do so."

"Black Wind and Dragon Spirit are too powerful for us to resist. We just hope you can understand our difficulties."

Elder Qingyun's voice trembled.

But the explanation from the three of them could not calm the anger of the other monks.

The eyes of Chen Gong and others were filled with anger and disappointment. Their trust in Elder Qingyun and the Black and White Devils had completely disappeared.

"understand?

How do you want us to understand?”

“We came here because we trusted you!

Now it has ended up like this, how can you let us understand it?"

Another old monk scolded.

Faced with everyone's accusations, Elder Qingyun and the Black and White Devils were speechless.

They knew that they had lost the trust of their fellow practitioners and would no longer have a place in the world of cultivation.

Heifeng and Long Ling watched coldly. Their goal had been achieved. These monks had become their pawns, allowing them to be manipulated at will.

They didn't care about the disputes among these monks, they only cared about whether their plans could proceed smoothly.

"Okay, everyone."

"Now is not the time for infighting. Your fate is in our hands.

Resistance is useless, only obedience can save your life."

Heifeng said in a cold voice that since they were already tied to the same rope, the thing to do now was to quickly collect the ancient symbols.

After all, when the ancient symbols of the previous statues were scattered in the ruins, if the monks of the universe wanted to collect them, there was a time limit.

Long Ling also added.

“You should be thankful that we gave you the opportunity to choose.

If you don't know the current situation, you should know the consequences. "

Although the monks were unwilling, they knew they were powerless to resist the powerful strength of Black Wind and Dragon Spirit.

After hearing this, the cultivators who had surrendered their souls and handed over their lives thought of the ferocity of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner. Some of them began to crush the jade slips in their hands. These fellow cultivators who had been summoned also came here, and now that they were told that there was a treasure here, they would definitely come as well.

In this world of cultivation full of conspiracy and betrayal, the strong prey on the weak, and the first lesson in life is to let your friend die before you die. Since they have made their choice, although they still have some grudges in their hearts for the time being, they are used to the rise and fall of honor and disgrace, and they will not be hypocritical.

The atmosphere around them became heavy and depressing, and the controlled monks were secretly carrying out the conspiracy of Black Wind and Dragon Spirit.

As the communication jade slip shattered, extremely subtle waves streaked across the sky like meteors, quickly transmitting to every corner of the Ancient Divine Sect's ruins.

The message conveyed in the jade slip made the monks who received the message feel nervous and they all stopped what they were doing.

The appearance of the Ancient Divine Sect's treasure was a very serious news. Some cultivators even crushed the jade slips in their hands, summoned their fellow Taoists, and headed towards the location where Long Ling and Hei Feng were.

In a hidden valley, a middle-aged monk who was practicing in seclusion suddenly opened his eyes, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Feeling the summoning signal in the communication jade slip, he did not hesitate and immediately put away the magic weapon he was refining. His figure flashed and turned into a stream of light, rushing towards the source of the signal.

At the same time, in the ruins of another corner of the ancient divine sect's ruins jungle, a young female monk was fighting fiercely with a ferocious beast.

As the long sword in her hand danced, the sword energy was like a rainbow, forcing the ferocious beast to retreat again and again. However, when the message of the broken jade slip entered her soul, a hint of determination flashed in her eyes.

He immediately gave up the result that was about to be achieved and turned to fly in the direction of the message in the jade slip.

In every corner of the Ancient Divine Sect's ruins, whether it was monks who were collecting ancient symbols, monks who were exploring secret realms for treasures, or monks who were practicing for breakthroughs, many had received the message.

They may have some doubts in their hearts, but they are more curious and greedy about the treasures of the Ancient God Sect.

As for trust, it is almost non-existent.

Monks practice against the will of heaven, and what they fight for is resources. Often, even the best friends can betray each other at critical moments for the sake of treasures, and even brothers can kill each other.

What's more, with such a meager relationship, facing the treasure that was about to be discovered, the moment they received the news, they became alert to the messenger.

As time went by, more and more monks gathered at the place where the monk who crushed the jade slip was.

They exchanged glances, trying to find clues from each other's expressions.

However, when they discovered that they had received the same summoning signal, they became more certain of the accuracy of the treasure.

Otherwise, who would brush everyone present for no reason, unless the Universal Monk didn't want to live anymore, not to mention that the message came from a fellow Taoist he knew.

However, many monks are now not calm. After all, there are so many monks coming, which means one thing: the monks who discovered the treasure are not just people they know.

"According to the information conveyed by the jade slip, the treasure should be in the fog ahead."

At this moment, a majestic voice sounded in everyone's ears.

The speaker was a seemingly elderly man, with a gleam of brilliance in his eyes and a very majestic aura.

The monks looked at each other. Although they had some doubts in their hearts, they still chose to agree with the old man's words.

The old man continued.

“The news we received is about an ancient relic that contains a treasure that can improve your cultivation.

But this relic is also full of unknown dangers.

We need to gather our strength and work together to break the restrictions in the ruins."

Upon hearing this, the monks became even more curious and greedy.

They knew that every exploration of ruins in the world of cultivation was accompanied by huge risks, but also contained huge opportunities.

After weighing the pros and cons, several powerful monks were nominated to serve as guides to lead the group into the white fog.

This mist is very strange and can block spiritual consciousness. Now the monk who is sending the message has been entangled by the restrictions in it, and they must find another way to enter on the spot.

Led by the old man, everyone gathered at the edge of the white mist. The old man's eyes were shining with curiosity and desire for treasures.

Everyone speculated that this layer of fog might be a natural barrier of the ancient divine sect's ruins, or more likely an external manifestation of numerous restrictions.

It is not easy to enter the fog, and there may be terrible dangers in the fog. No one is willing to act rashly for fear of being imprisoned.

The old man stepped forward first, and with a spell in his hand, a bright light surged out from his palm and turned into a lightsaber, pointing straight into the depths of the fog.

Upon seeing this, other monks also began to display their unique skills, either magic weapons or spells. For a moment, all kinds of light intertwined together to form a magnificent scene.

However, the fog seemed to have life and seemed to have anticipated these attacks.

After the lightsaber and spells entered the fog, they were like a drop in the ocean, without causing any ripples.

When everyone saw this, they felt a sinking feeling in their hearts, knowing that this restriction was of great importance.

"Don't panic, everyone. Although this mist restriction is powerful, it is by no means invulnerable."

The old man said in a deep voice, with a gleam in his eyes, "We need to find the weakness of the ban, concentrate our strength, and break through it in one fell swoop!"

Upon hearing this, everyone felt relieved and began to carefully observe the changes in the fog, looking for possible weaknesses.

"There seems to be a weak air current flowing in the mist. Perhaps we can follow the direction of the air current and find the weak point of the restriction."

The old man nodded in approval.

He then directed everyone to adjust the direction of attack according to the guidance of the female monk.

As time went on, people discovered that the air currents in the fog did flow more smoothly in certain areas, and the fog in these areas was relatively thinner.

"It's right here. Everyone, concentrate your strength and attack this point!"

At the old man's command, all the monks concentrated their attacks on that point.

Finally, with everyone's unremitting efforts, the fog began to waver and a tiny gap gradually formed.

"Quick, increase the force and widen the gap!"

There was a hint of excitement in the old man's voice. The monks also felt hope and increased their strength to the extreme.

With the joint efforts of everyone, the gap gradually widened and eventually formed a passage large enough for one person to pass through.

"go!"

The old man took the lead and stepped into the fog.

The other monks followed closely behind and entered one after another.

As everyone went deeper, the scene in the fog gradually became clearer.

They found themselves on a desolate ancient battlefield, surrounded by ruined buildings and broken stone pillars. The ground was covered with deep cracks, as if it had once experienced a shocking war.

There was a depressing atmosphere in the air that made people shudder.

What was even more shocking was that, although the battlefield was deserted, it was echoing with the wails and roars of countless fighting spirits, which seemed to be telling the glory and tragedy of the Ancient God Sect.

Everyone couldn't help but feel an inexplicable fear in their hearts. They knew that what was hidden in the fog was not only treasures, but more likely endless dangers and tests.

"Everyone be careful, everything here is unusual.

Our goal is to find treasures, but we must not take it lightly and must be prepared to respond to any crisis that may arise."

The monks nodded in agreement. They held their magic weapons tightly and watched the movements around them vigilantly.

As they went deeper, the horrific scenes in the fog gradually unfolded before them. Some monks even began to doubt whether this journey was really worth it.

But no matter what, there is no turning back.

"Haha, I took the bait!"

And in the depths of the white fog, Heifeng looked at the image in the ice mirror formed by the white fog in the void, with joy on his face.

“I really didn’t expect that the boss’s restriction would be so mysterious.

Those monks were actually summoned."

Heifeng came close to Long Ling and spoke excitedly.