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

Long Ling's continuous sneezes seemed to foreshadow some ominous sign, and his unintentional mumbling made Heifeng and others feel nervous.

They had complete faith in Long Ling's abilities, and if even he felt uneasy, there must be other reasons.

However, Heifeng and others were also confused. What kind of powerful person could make Long Ling say this?

You know, now under Long Ling's control, a carefully planned plan to seize the ancient talisman has quietly unfolded.

After the monks in the training area in the jungle received the news from the broken jade slips, they thought they could get unprecedented opportunities in this game.

Therefore, Long Ling, the manipulator behind the scenes, is ambitious.

At the same time, the jungle training ground.

As the monks newly subdued by Long Ling crushed the communication jade slips in their hands, the news of the emergence of various treasures spread like wildfire in the training jungle.

The news spread quickly as if it had wings, to every corner, arousing the greed and desire of many monks.

Monks from many forces began to connect with each other, and some ancient sects even took action upon hearing the news.

They either formed small teams or sects, and marched towards the location where Long Ling was.

After overcoming numerous difficulties along the way, they finally arrived at the forbidden area shrouded in fog.

Most of these monks have profound cultivation, and many of them also possess secret techniques and rare treasures. Each of them should not be underestimated.

Long Ling looked at the many cultivators outside the mist through the mist mirror in front of him. It was obvious that there were a lot of cultivators coming this time, more than ten times the number of the previous batch of cultivators, totaling nearly a thousand.

Heifeng stood beside Long Ling, looking at the monks who were gradually approaching in the mist mirror, and his face suddenly became solemn.

The number of monks who arrived at the Mist this time exceeded his expectations, and many of them exuded terrifying auras and wore ancient costumes that even he had never seen before.

Among the cultivators who had just arrived outside the white fog, many were obviously from hidden forces in the universe's cultivation world. He also saw several familiar figures. Chi Lian and others were among them, and they had obviously arrived here with the forces behind them.

“Boss, the plan has attracted the attention of many monks, but there are too many monks coming.

If we don’t handle it properly, it will be easy for the defense to collapse!"

Heifeng stood beside Long Ling and reminded him nervously.

"It is as clear as a god, and the secrets are even deeper.

Since I dare to do this outrageous act, I have made all the necessary preparations."

Long Ling smiled slightly, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and he spoke calmly, without any trace of fear.

Monks from all over the world are driven by profit, gather for profit, and disperse for profit.

There are many monks coming here, each with different reliances.

There are many frictions between the forces behind them, and some are even mortal enemies.

As long as it is used properly, there will definitely be unexpected results.

Long Ling looked at the chaotic monks outside the white mist restriction in the mist mirror in front of him and fell into deep thought.

At this time, outside the illusion mist restriction designed by Long Ling, as more and more cultivators began to reach the edge of the restricted area, the noise around them became louder.

Some cultivators communicated with each other based on the information they got from the jade slips, while others were on guard against possible dangers around them.

Most of the monks had ulterior motives, but in order to have the opportunity to obtain treasures, many of them temporarily put aside their grudges and chose to cooperate temporarily.

At this time, there was a monk in a purple robe with a black tower floating behind him. The black tower was made up of countless skeletons of ferocious beasts, and was covered with mysterious runes and rippling with purple streaks.

“Everyone, now that we have arrived here, let’s start entering the mist.

Maybe the jungle within the mist is the core of the ancient divine sect’s training ground.”

The voice of the purple-robed monk echoed at the outer edge of the mist, clearly reaching the ears of every monk.

The monks looked at the monk warily and could feel the power and extraordinaryness of this mysterious figure.

Some monks began to ask tentatively: "Excuse me, fellow Taoist, where do you come from?"

The purple-robed monk smiled faintly and replied, "It doesn't matter where I come from. What matters is whether you can bring out the treasures in the forbidden area.

Otherwise, you are not qualified to know my background."

As the purple-robed monk finished speaking, the mist in the forbidden area began to roll, and powerful auras surged in from all directions, seeming to foreshadow an impending storm.

The monks looked around nervously, knowing that this would be a life-and-death contest for treasure.

And the purple-robed monk, this mysterious and powerful figure, must be a formidable enemy.

"Yao Shuntian, you are amazing.

There are no tigers in the mountains, and the monkeys are kings.

The world of cultivation has not yet reached the point where you witches can dominate the world."

At this moment, a teasing voice came from far away, followed by a golden light, and a monk in golden armor walked out.

The mysterious armor was covered with golden patterns that crisscrossed and shone brightly, making the visitor look extremely sacred.

Behind him was a mysterious huge bell suspended. The bell seemed to be made of heavenly gold and was a whole. On it were the sun, moon, stars, mountains, rivers, land, birds, beasts, insects, fish, etc.

"It's actually the Mountain and River Bell. Could this be the Ninth Prince of the Universal Void Divine Dynasty, Jiang Qiang?"

Some of the monks looked at the mysterious ancient bell, speculating and discussing secretly.

Both the Witch Clan and the Void Divine Dynasty are ancient forces, powerful enough to rival the ancient Human Emperor clan. It is even rumored that there are immortals sealed in the core ancient land.

At this moment, another powerful spiritual wave came from afar, instantly covering the entire space.

This spiritual consciousness was so strong that all the cultivators present felt an inexplicable oppression, as if a huge mountain was pressing on their hearts.

"I really didn't expect that even the cultivators from the Immortal Mausoleum would come."

An old monk suddenly spoke, causing all the monks nearby to change color.

This made all the cultivators who knew about the Immortal Mausoleum look solemn upon hearing this.

Xianling is an ancient and powerful force, which is powerful enough to occupy a place in the world of cultivation.

Especially the Xianling root base hidden in the universe. It is rumored that it is a treasure mountain interwoven with the spine of an ancient immortal in Xianling in order to protect his descendants.

There is an invincible forbidden killing formation above the Immortal Mausoleum. Even if an ancient immortal descends, it cannot be broken easily and will be counterattacked by the Immortal Mausoleum, because the Immortal Mausoleum is still a terrifying killing weapon.

The cultivator from Xianling was suspended in the void, wearing a mysterious brown waist armor that extended from the waist to cover the knees, and his upper body was also exposed with complex muscles.

The muscles were covered with golden runes, and contained mysterious totem marks, giving people a sense of majesty as if an invincible barbarian god had been reborn.

At this moment, even Yao Shuntian and Jiang Shan looked at the person who came with a solemn expression.

The cultivators in Xianling are extremely arrogant and will never listen to reason.

In their minds, fists are the truth and there is no right or wrong.

Heifeng, who was in the mist, saw the scene in the fog mirror and couldn't help but clench his fists. It was obvious that he was very nervous.

"Boss, do we need to make some more preparations?"

Heifeng asked nervously, with a strong vigilance in his eyes. Even people from Xianling had come. It seemed that this matter was too big, and he began to feel uneasy.

Long Ling nodded slightly, and then ordered: "Order the other cultivators to enter the Ten Thousand Souls Banner first and hide their demonic auras. I have my own ways to deal with it.

Although the cultivators in Xianling were not easy to deal with, their cultivation had not left the Heavenly Spirit Realm after all, and many of them were only in the Thousand Law Realm. Although the Thousand Law Realm had already stepped out of the Heavenly Spirit Realm, they still stayed in the Heavenly Spirit Realm after all, and had not completely transcended the Heavenly Spirit Realm.

What about the cultivators in the Immortal Mausoleum and the descendants of the ancient emperor?

As long as his cultivation reaches the Heavenly Spirit Realm, he has nothing to fear."

Following Long Ling's order, all the cultivators acted quickly and entered the Ten Thousand Souls Banner in Heifeng's hand.

The Ten Thousand Souls Banner has its own space inside, which is not only a powerful weapon, but also a supreme treasure storage device.

The cultivators hide in the internal space of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner and restrain their own breath. Then they will be obscured by the evil spirit of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner and no cultivator will be able to detect their existence.

The monks inside the Ten Thousand Souls Banner saw the external scene through the vortex of evil energy in the dark space, and continued to pay attention to the movements of the monks at the edge of the mist with Long Ling.

Soon, several figures flew in from the horizon and landed on the edge of the mist.

Leading the group was a white-haired old man with wisdom gleaming in his eyes and an awe-inspiring aura emanating from him.

Behind him, there were several figures covered by black cloaks, who were obviously the best in the sect.

"Haha, now that we've come to the Immortal Mausoleum, how can we miss the Underworld Palace?"

The voice of the white-haired old man echoed on the five-colored altar. He sensed the presence of the Xianling monk and spoke in a high voice.

Seeing this, many monks who were attached to the Underworld Palace came out and came to the side of the old man in the Underworld Palace.

"Greetings to Lord Mengzun of the Underworld Palace."

The monks knelt and bowed with a very respectful attitude.

The white-haired old man looked at the monk in front of him, a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes, and he simply waved his hand to signal everyone to stand up.

“Nanyue is indeed the leader of the younger generation in Xianling, and has already reached the Thousand Dharma Realm at such a young age!

It is true that heroes emerge young, it is really rare."

Nanyue smiled slightly after hearing this.

“Thank you for the praise, Senior Meng Zun.

I was just lucky enough to get some opportunities, which is why I have achieved what I have today."

Xianling and Mingdian have always been on good terms, and Mengzun praises him, so Nanyue will naturally not challenge the majesty of Mingdian.

However, it was obvious that the Underworld Palace was also trying to explore the secrets of the Ancient God Sect and had no other intentions.

Meng Zun pondered for a moment, then slowly said: "The treasure is extraordinary, it is related to the shocking secret of the entire Ancient God Sect.

The Underworld Palace and the Immortal Mausoleum will unite, take the treasure into their pockets, and then study it together."

Upon hearing this, Nanyue understood.

The Immortal Mausoleum and the Underworld Palace have joined forces to obtain valuable treasures from the ruins many times. This is all based on the trust between both parties, and a tacit understanding has been formed between the two.

Since these two ancient forces have joined forces, naturally no other forces will easily offend them.

As Lord Mengzun of the Underworld Palace and Nanyue finished speaking, the faces of many cultivators from major forces all looked very unhappy.

The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became tense, and the gazes of countless monks collided in mid-air, as if sparks were flashing.

A tacit understanding was reached between Lord Mengzun of the Underworld Palace and Nanyue of the Immortal Tomb, and the surrounding cultivators clearly felt the oppression of the two major forces.

They knew that once these two major forces joined forces, the treasures in the Ancient Divine Sect's ruins would most likely be divided up among them.

However, not all monks are willing to see this happen.

Some independent monks or small sects were secretly anxious, but there was nothing they could do.

After all, compared with these two major forces, their strength is too weak.

"Humph, what if the Immortal Mausoleum and the Underworld Palace join forces?

Treasures belong to those who are destined to obtain them, and cannot be taken away easily by relying on power."

A monk in a green robe snorted coldly, obviously dissatisfied with the overbearing behavior of the two major forces.

His words resonated with some people, and many monks began to discuss in a low voice, but more monks remained silent. Although they were dissatisfied in their hearts, they also understood the cruelty of reality.

at this time.

Suddenly, a strange fluctuation was heard in the mist, and the atmosphere of the entire forbidden area seemed to have undergone subtle changes.

All the monks' attention was drawn to it, and their eyes were focused on the rolling mist.

"The ban is open, everyone prepare to enter!"

Someone shouted loudly, and all the monks' spirits were lifted.

The mystery of mist lies in the fact that it seems to have its own consciousness and can sense changes around it.

As more and more monks gathered, the mist began to dissipate, revealing a passage leading to the interior.

This passage is deep and mysterious, as if connecting to another world.

The monks could feel the ancient atmosphere emanating from inside the passage, which made them feel awe-inspiring.

"This mist restriction is truly extraordinary. It can even resist the detection of divine consciousness."

An old cultivator sighed, his eyes full of admiration for the Ancient God Sect's methods, little knowing that this was just an illusion created by Dragon Spirit.

If a cultivator dares to enter it, he will be affected by the mist without knowing it, and then put himself in the dangerous situation designed by Long Ling.

“Yes, the ruins of the Ancient Divine Sect contain countless secrets and treasures.

This mist restriction is just the tip of the iceberg."

Another monk responded, his eyes fixed on the passage, as if trying to see through the secrets within.

As the passage opened, monks from various forces began to stir.

They knew that once they entered the mist, the real battle would begin.

Everyone hopes to obtain more treasures and improve their strength.

The monks from the Immortal Mausoleum and the Underworld Palace were no exception. Although they had reached a consensus on the surface, they all knew in their hearts that the real competition had just begun.

Their eyes met, as if in a silent contest.

Long Ling observed all this through the fog mirror, with a playful gleam in his eyes.

"Heifeng, it's up to you from now on."

Long Ling said calmly, his eyes still fixed on the mist mirror.

“Don’t worry, sir.

Know what to do. ”

Heifeng responded, a hint of determination flashing in his eyes.

Following Long Ling's order, Hei Feng began to move quietly, hiding in the mist, waiting for the best opportunity.

At this time, monks from various forces have begun to enter the mist one after another. Their figures are gradually swallowed up by the white mist, and the edge of the forbidden area has returned to calm again.

But this calmness seemed particularly eerie compared to the thrilling scene in the mist, like the mouth of a giant crocodile, constantly devouring the monks who entered the edge of the mist.