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

The thick mist around the five-colored altar was rolling violently, and from time to time the complaints of the monks who were pregnant with alien fetuses could be heard.

From the wailing that comes one after another, one can feel that these monks have been tortured by the alien fetuses in their stomachs and their hearts are already broken.

The moods of those monks were like the thick white mist, melancholy and confused.

“Why are we so miserable?

I just wanted to come to the ruins of the Ancient God Sect to seek opportunities and improve my cultivation, but who knew I would end up like this."

A young monk laughed bitterly, his voice full of self-mockery.

“Yes, after going through countless hardships and avoiding countless traps, I thought I could finally get a glimpse of the secrets of the Ancient God Sect and get the treasure I had always dreamed of.

The results of it?

The treasure was not seen!

instead."

Another monk said this, his voice gradually becoming lower and lower, and finally turning into a long sigh.

"Pregnant?

This is a big joke.

Practitioners are supposed to transcend the mundane world, but I never expected that they would end up like this.”

A female monk had tears in her eyes and her mood was extremely complicated.

“So what if you’re nervous?

Now even the worries about cultivation have become a mess.

When I think of it, I feel in my stomach."

A male monk was speaking, and suddenly stopped, unable to continue describing his feelings.

“This ancient divine sect ruins is truly a place where people are eaten without leaving any bones.

I thought I could gain strength, but I lost more."

An experienced and prudent monk said in a deep voice, his eyes revealing deep worry.

"If I had known this would happen, I would rather not have come to this ruins and be an ordinary practitioner outside."

A young monk said emotionally.

In the dark, Long Ling listened to these complaints and sighs, with a playful gleam in his eyes.

"There is no regret medicine in this world. Everything has a price."

Long Ling said softly, disdainful of the monks' reactions.

Hei Feng smiled slightly and said, "Boss, it seems that those monks are almost on the verge of collapse."

"Yes, it's a good time to take action."

Long Ling nodded, a gleam in his eyes.

The Black and White Devils looked at each other and began to prepare for battle.

The monks surrounding the five-colored altar were still struggling with their own emotions. All their attention was focused on how to deal with the fetuses in their wombs, and they had no time to care about anything else.

Little did he know that his every move was being watched by Long Ling and them all the time.

buzzing...

Just when the monks around the five-colored altar were feeling extremely depressed, suddenly, a powerful aura swept over, changing the atmosphere of the entire space.

The hearts of the monks suddenly tightened, and they all looked up at the source of the breath.

I saw several figures slowly walking out of the fog.

Leading the group was a man of extraordinary bearing, his eyes seemed to contain the ocean of stars, deep and unfathomable.

His steps were calm, and with every step, the space around him seemed to tremble slightly, showing his unfathomable cultivation.

This is Dragon Spirit.

Following closely behind was a man named Heifeng, dressed in black, with a stern face and eyes that were as sharp as a knife. His presence seemed to blend in with the oppressive feeling around him, making people shudder.

Behind them, the three monks Qingyun and the Black and White Evils followed closely. There was an unyielding spirit in their eyes, a stubbornness that refused to admit defeat between their brows, and a murderous aura emanating from their bodies, which made people feel a little scared.

With the appearance of Long Ling and others, the cultivators present felt an unprecedented sense of oppression, as if the entire space was sealed by the aura of these people.

"You. Who are you?"

A monk asked in a trembling voice, sensing that the visitor had ill intentions.

Long Ling smiled slightly, and her voice was like a spring breeze, but with an irresistible charm: "The guardian of this relic."

"protector?"

The monks looked at each other in bewilderment, having never heard of the existence of guardians in the ruins of the Ancient Divine Sect.

Hei Feng snorted coldly and took over the conversation: "To be able to get here, you are quite capable.

But your fate has been determined since the moment you stepped into this forbidden land."

He, Long Ling and others had discussed the idea of ​​putting on a big show by pretending to be a tiger. The purpose was to confuse the monks present and make them all fearful, making it easier to act later.

Elder Qingyun stroked his long beard and said in a deep voice: “The ruins of the Ancient Divine Sect are not something that anyone can spy on.

Now that you are here, you must bear the consequences."

The Black and White Devils raised their lips into a playful smile and looked around at the monks present.

Heisha said: "As for your current situation, it can only be said that you have brought it upon yourself."

"you……?

The Ancient God Sect has collapsed since ancient times, how could there still be guardians?

I don’t believe it, I don’t believe it…”

After hearing what Long Ling and others said, some cultivators spoke incoherently.

The appearance of Long Ling and others, as well as the powerful aura emanating from them, made these cultivators feel very fearful, and they all felt a deep sense of powerlessness in their hearts.

At this moment, even the monk with a bulging belly began to barely hold on to his energy and spirit. The appearance of the mysterious monk in front of them made them feel the crisis of life. If they couldn't handle it well, they might all die here.

Under the momentum of Long Ling and others, the monks felt unprecedented pressure, and their hearts were filled with anxiety and fear.

Most monks feel as if their every move is in the hands of the other party.

Long Ling looked around at the pale-faced monks and said calmly, “I believe you are very clear about your current situation.

Your souls and bodies have been affected by our secret technique. Even if you have supernatural powers, it will be difficult to reverse the situation."

The monks with bloated abdomens looked at each other, knowing that what Long Ling said was true.

Some of them tried to mobilize their internal strength, but found that their cultivation was greatly suppressed, and some even felt the loss of their cultivation.

Those lost cultivation tools were absorbed by the fetus in the belly, which then forcibly suppressed the Dantian spiritual sea.

This made it impossible for the pregnant monks to offer any resistance.

Hei Feng added coldly: "You should feel lucky that we didn't kill you right away.

But from now on, life and death are in our hands.”

Elder Qingyun's voice carried a hint of unquestionable determination: "If you don't want to suffer more pain, you'd better obey the instructions."

Bai Sha looked at the panicked monks with a hint of joking and said, "Don't worry, as long as you cooperate, it won't be too difficult.

After all, you are still of some use to us now."

A feeling of powerlessness surged in the hearts of the monks.

They knew that any resistance would be futile in the face of the powerful strength of Long Ling and others.

He suffered a fatal disaster and was powerless and could only let the other party control him. His heart was immediately filled with resentment and humiliation.

A female monk asked in a trembling voice: "You...what do you want us to do?"

“It’s simple, help us get something done.

As for what it is specifically, we will know when the time comes.”

Long Ling smiled slightly, with a cunning light flashing in his eyes.

After hearing this, Heifeng immediately added.

"As long as you are obedient, I promise not to embarrass you.

And, maybe, it can help you solve your current predicament."

The monks' hearts moved. Although they were wary of Long Ling and others, Heifeng's words undoubtedly gave them a glimmer of hope.

Their most urgent wish now is to solve the abnormalities in their bodies.

Long Ling looked at the changes in the monks' expressions and knew that they had begun to waver.

"Okay, now is the time for you to make a decision. Think about it carefully. Once you have thought it through, tell me."

After saying that, Long Ling, Hei Feng and the others turned and left, leaving behind a group of confused monks.

Most of the monks in the Five-Colored Altar looked at the figures of Long Ling and others turning their backs and began to feel despair. Facing an unknown fate and choices, they felt so helpless for the first time.

however.

There are still a few sober people who are unwilling to give in.

Those monks who had never drunk the spring water from the five-colored altar and had no fetuses in their bellies knew that once they gave up resistance, they would be giving up their own destiny and dignity.

“We can’t just give up!

Even if there is little hope, we must give it a try! "

A burly male monk shouted and stepped forward, with an unyielding light in his eyes.

"Yes, I would rather die in battle!

And never succumb to their threats!"

A female monk responded in a majestic manner, the long sword in her hand making a clear sound and flashing light.

Following their call, some monks began to muster up their courage and decided to fight with Long Ling and others.

"Rumble..."

However, this battle was destined to be a contest of unequal power from the very beginning.

The strength of Long Ling and others far exceeds the imagination of these cultivators.

The battle began, and those resisting monks displayed their unique skills one after another. Sword energy, spells, and magic weapons intertwined in the space into a brilliant light and shadow.

However, these attacks were like a drop in the ocean in front of Long Ling and others, and failed to cause any ripples.

Long Ling waved his hand gently, and an invisible wave spread out with him as the center. The spells and magic weapons that were flying towards him stopped in the wave, and then shattered like glass, turning into points of light and dissipating in the air.

Heifeng's figure flashed, and he shuttled among the monks like a ghost. Every attack he made hit the opponent's vital points accurately and subdued them one by one.

Elder Qingyun and the Black and White Devils were not idle either. They each used their own specialties to suppress the rebellious monks one by one.

The battle did not last too long. It appeared quickly and was suppressed quickly, and the battlefield soon returned to calm.

Those resisting monks fell to the ground one by one, some were unconscious, and some were conscious but too weak to fight again.

Long Ling stood in the middle of the field, looking around at the suppressed monks with a hint of contempt on his face.

“It seems that you have made the stupidest decision after all.

But it doesn’t matter, I have plenty of time.

You will realize that resistance is useless."

Long Ling spoke.

Hei Feng walked up to Long Ling and said in a cold voice: "You dare to challenge me without knowing your own limitations!"

Elder Qingyun shook his head and sighed, "Your courage is commendable, but your strength is still a little lacking."

Heisha smiled and said, "That's good, we don't have to waste our breath.

Now they should be able to understand their situation more clearly.”

After experiencing this short battle, those monks completely understood the gap in strength between themselves and Long Ling and others.

The monks present were filled with frustration and powerlessness when facing Long Ling and others.

Facing those desperate monks, Long Ling realized that the time had come. The other party was in great confusion and in complete despair.

He spoke slowly, and there seemed to be a hint of compassion in his voice.

"You are all in a very difficult situation right now. The changes in your bodies are causing you to feel unprecedented panic."

Long Ling's wise eyes swept across every cultivator, as if giving them spiritual comfort.

The monks fell silent and looked at Long Ling eagerly, hoping to get a solution.

"Is there any hope?"

A monk who was suffering from severe abdominal pain asked in a trembling voice.

Long Ling nodded slightly.

"We have the means to help you eliminate the fetus in your body and let you regain your freedom.

But in exchange, you must voluntarily hand over your soul."

As soon as these words were spoken, the monks felt nervous again.

The soul is of vital importance to a cultivator. Once handed over, it means that life and death will be controlled by the other party.

"You are dreaming."

A monk shouted angrily.

Long Ling just smiled faintly, knowing that these cultivators would eventually make their choice.

"Hehe, dreaming?

If you had no other choice now, why would I propose such a condition?

rest assured!

As long as you abide by the agreement, I will not hurt you at will."

After Long Ling finished speaking, these cultivators began to whisper and discuss among themselves.

They know that this may be the only way out, but the cost is too high to be accepted.

"I am willing to give up my soul."

Finally, a female monk gritted her teeth and said, her eyes full of despair and helplessness.

With the first, there is the second...

Gradually, more and more monks began to choose to hand over their souls in order to find a way to resolve the abnormalities of their bodies.

Seeing this, Long Ling nodded slightly. These cultivators had no way to retreat, and his initial goal had been completely achieved.

hum...

As Long Ling rose into the air, the mist in the space began to roll violently, and the space seemed to have undergone subtle changes.

An ancient and vicissitudes of life atmosphere began to spread all around, and all the cultivators' eyes were involuntarily turned to Long Ling.

Under the gaze of everyone, the space behind Long Ling began to distort, and streams of white mist emerged from nothingness, gradually condensing into a huge Dharma image.

The manifestation of the white bone image made all the monks present feel a shock from the depths of their souls.

The white bone image is extremely huge, and the body seems to connect heaven and earth, with the sky above its head and the earth under its feet.

Each bone is crystal clear, emitting a soft and holy light, like the most exquisite work of art.

Countless mysterious runes flow above the bones, and each rune contains unfathomable power.

There were no pupils in the eyes of the Dharma image, only two balls of burning soul fire, illuminating the darkness and the fear and awe in the hearts of the monks.

Its hands hung naturally, and its fingertips lightly touched the ground, causing the earth to tremble.

The monks present were deeply shocked by the sacred and majestic white bone image, and an indescribable feeling surged in their hearts.

This is not only a reverence for power, but also a yearning to transcend the world and approach the Tao.

"What is the origin of this white bone image?

It's as if it's standing right in front of me."

A monk muttered to himself, with a tremor in his voice.

"In the face of powerful forces, all resistance seems so insignificant."

Another monk exclaimed, his eyes full of admiration.

Even those monks who had already decided to hand over their souls felt an inexplicable sense of relief at this moment.

It seems that under the protection of this white bone image, all pain and confusion will be relieved.

Long Ling stood quietly in front of the white bone image. Although his figure seemed small compared to the image, there was an indescribable harmony between them.

"The White Bone Dharma can help one understand life and death and transcend the cycle of reincarnation.

It is also a chance that you can meet each other.

It can solve your troubles."

Long Ling's voice appears even more solemn and sacred against the backdrop of the Dharma image.