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

As the monks stepped into the mist one after another, they soon discovered that this area shrouded in white fog was far from mysterious as it seemed.

As soon as they entered, their vision was immediately greatly restricted. Even the monks with high cultivation could only see the area within a few feet around them.

At first, only the occasional monk heard whispers in his ears; the voices were ethereal and unpredictable, as if they came from another world.

Some monks tried to trace the source of the sound, but found themselves walking deeper into the fog without realizing it.

Then, some monks began to see many horrifying scenes, and some saw the treasures they desired most right in front of them, and couldn't help but reach out to grab them.

Some saw their deceased relatives or friends gently calling their names, luring them towards them.

As we go deeper, the images become more bizarre and terrifying.

Some monks witnessed the cruelty of the battlefield. Countless dead souls were wailing around them, and the scene of blood and flesh flying everywhere made people feel sick!

Some saw the things they feared the most, such as giant monsters, endless seas of insects, or endless years of being imprisoned in darkness.

what……

Some weak monks were almost mentally collapsed due to the torture of hallucinations.

They screamed and cried, and some even began to attack the things they saw, but found that these attacks had no effect.

However, these monks did not know this.

Everything they experienced was an illusion carefully designed by the Dragon Spirit.

Long Ling used the special environment and power in the ruins of the Ancient Divine Sect to create these lifelike illusions. His purpose was to make the monks who entered the mist lose their sense of direction and fall into the trap he set.

In the depths of the illusion, Long Ling and Hei Feng were observing all this through the fog mirror.

The monks in the mist were struggling in the illusion, which made Long Ling reveal a satisfied smile.

"Boss, these monks have begun to be eroded by illusions, and their minds are gradually falling into panic." Heifeng said, with excitement flashing in his eyes.

Long Ling nodded.

"There are gifts waiting for them ahead, some good for them, some bad for them."

As Long Ling's words fell, the illusions in the dream became more real and terrifying.

Some monks suddenly found themselves trapped in an inescapable maze.

No matter how hard you try to find the exit, you will end up back at square one. Some monks find themselves being chased by mysterious beasts and have to run away desperately, only to find themselves getting deeper into danger the more they run.

Outside the illusion, the Ten Thousand Souls Banner above Heifeng's head was rustling, and above the Chinese character "魙", mysterious runes were lingering, emitting an extremely eerie light.

He used the power of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner to capture those monks whose minds had collapsed in the illusion one by one.

Whenever a cultivator was left alone, Heifeng would take the opportunity to capture him into the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

The monks' mournful voices lingered in the mist from time to time, affecting the hearts and minds of every monk.

Many weak cultivators gradually lost themselves in the illusion. Once they were hunted by the Black Wind and entered the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, they were immediately subdued by Qingyun and others and became members of the Dragon Spirit's surrender.

The monks from various forces began to become increasingly uneasy about what did not appear in the mist.

"What the hell is this place?

I clearly saw a mountain of glittering gold just now, how come it has turned into a desolate graveyard filled with corpses in the blink of an eye? "

A Wumen monk next to Yao Shuntian spoke in a trembling voice, his eyes full of fear and confusion.

“I’ve been in a similar situation!

I was with a few fellow disciples just now, and suddenly they disappeared.

Instead, a group of horrible ghosts circled around me. "

A cultivator from the Void Divine Dynasty said with lingering fear, obviously not yet fully recovered from the illusion just now.

“There must be something strange in this mist.

The scenes we saw seemed to be able to change according to our wishes, but they were full of terror and danger. "

The experienced Meng Zun of the Underworld Palace analyzed in a deep voice, with a vigilant gleam in his eyes.

"Everyone be careful, these illusions are very strange and contain hidden dangers.

Don't step in lightly, or you will be killed."

Xianling Nanyue loudly reminded the cultivators of his clan, trying to maintain order in the team.

However, as more and more monks were swallowed up by various terrors, temptations or strange restrictions, the monks' voices of fear gradually became chaotic and panic-stricken.

“This place is so weird.

No, let’s just quit.

Treasures are good, but you need to be alive to enjoy them."

A monk who was thinking of retreating said in a low voice, and his words resonated with some people.

“That’s easy to say, the mist can even hinder spiritual consciousness, swallowing up the marks left by everyone.

This morning I have no sense of direction.”

After hearing this, the other monk's eyes turned red and his gaze became a little dull.

The bronze compass needle in his hand was spinning rapidly, as if he was fleeing in panic, and then he collapsed and lost his power.

“Look over there.

Even the people from the Immortal Mausoleum and the Underworld Palace were moving forward cautiously, and their expressions were not good.

It seems that the danger in this fog has an effect on them as well."

A cultivator pointed at two major forces not far away.

Although the disciples of those forces remained calm on the surface, their brows were furrowed, and they were obviously troubled by the restrictions.

"Humph, what about the Immortal Mausoleum and the Underworld Palace?

Although they are powerful, everyone has equal opportunities in front of this strange restriction."

An independent monk snorted coldly, with a hint of challenge in his words.

"Look what that is, is it an island?"

At this moment, some monks screamed.

Not long after, when the monks arrived there, they were shocked to find that it was indeed a huge island in the mist.

The outline of the island resembles a giant divine turtle, with palaces standing on it, exuding an ancient and mysterious atmosphere, just like the legendary immortal residence, magnificent and sacred.

The island stands in the vast blue sea, surrounded by water on all sides, with waves crashing against the shore, unable to conceal its majestic aura.

There are various buildings arranged in an orderly manner, and each palace looks solemn and dignified, exuding an ancient and mysterious atmosphere.

As countless waves rose up, the sunlight refracted through the waves, forming colorful rays of light, suspended above the palace.

The monks could clearly see the glazed tiles of the palaces, which were shining with golden light under the glow of the sunset glow, like countless stars falling to the earth, dazzling and brilliant.

The palace walls are towering, built with black ice jade that has not melted for thousands of years. They exude a chill that is otherworldly.

As the monks entered, everyone seemed to have entered a dreamlike world.

The palace is dotted with exotic flowers and plants, and the fragrance of flowers is everywhere.

Every flower and every leaf seems to contain the principles of heaven and earth, with runes of the great way rippling around, which is fascinating.

"Biyou Palace!"

A monk murmured that next to him there was a huge ancient monument with three big characters engraved on it - Biyou Palace.

As the monks gradually approached the ancient stele, they felt that the three large characters "Biyou Palace" seemed to contain some kind of mysterious power, which made people involuntarily feel as if they were ascending to heaven.

"This Biyou Palace is extraordinary. It can actually draw out the Dao power of the cultivators in secret."

An elderly monk from the Hades Palace sighed, his eyes flickering with fear of the island.

"good.

If every stone and every rune here were the carrier of Tao, it would be too incredible." A cultivator from Xianling responded.

His eyes wandered around every corner of the palace, trying to find hidden treasures.

However, as the monks gradually went deeper into the Biyou Palace, they began to feel an inexplicable pressure.

This palace does not seem to be as simple as it seems on the surface. Its existence seems to have been lost in the long river of history, causing the time magic tools in the hands of the monks to lose their function.

"Everyone be careful, there may be unknown dangers hidden in this Biyou Palace." Xianling Nanyue warned, his brows furrowed, obviously having noticed some unusual signs.

Mingdian Mengzun also nodded in agreement: "Yes, everything here seems too perfect, so perfect that it makes people feel a little uneasy.

We must be vigilant to prevent any accidents.”

At this moment, a strange wave suddenly came from the depths of Biyou Palace.

The whole island seemed to tremble.

The monks felt nervous and prepared to deal with any emergency.

"Is this fluctuation a sign of the birth of a treasure?"

One of the monks guessed, with greed gleaming in his eyes.

“Whether it’s a treasure or not, this fluctuation is definitely extraordinary.

We must act now or we may miss this opportunity.”

Another monk said eagerly.

As the fluctuations gradually grew stronger, the monks began to move towards the depths of the Biyou Palace.

The depths of this palace may contain the most precious treasure of the Ancient God Sect, or it may be an even more terrifying danger.

But no matter what, they have no way out and can only move forward bravely.

Long Ling and Hei Feng were outside the illusion, observing the monks' every move through the fog mirror.

Seeing those monks gradually approaching the core of Biyou Palace, a sly smile appeared at the corner of Long Ling's mouth.

"Biyou Palace is a legendary thing, specially formed by condensing illusions.

No matter how powerful those monks are, they cannot remain calm in front of the Holy Dao and will be tempted. "

Long Ling said calmly, with an indescribable confidence in his voice.

"Biyou Palace."

Heifeng murmured, with a bright light flashing in his eyes, and secretly memorized these three words.

Even he was impressed by the countless patterns in the Biyou Palace. Those patterns were too mysterious and fascinating.

He believes that if he understands it well, he may gain different results.

Soon after, everyone discovered that it was a peach tree in the heart of Biyou Palace that caused the huge fluctuations.

The peach tree was huge and majestic, with a magnificent shape that shocked all the monks.

Next to the peach tree there is a piece of colorful fluorite with the words "Pantao Sacred Tree" written on it.

Records various information about the peach tree in detail.

The sacred peach tree blooms once every three thousand years, bears fruit once every three thousand years, and matures once every three thousand years. If people eat it, they can become immortals.

The monks began to feel uneasy after looking at the information on the boulder. If one could become an immortal by eating a peach, then why did they have to practice so hard?

"This is actually the legendary holy medicine?"

The cultivator from the Void Divine Dynasty said in a trembling voice, his eyes full of disbelief.

"According to the records on that piece of fluorite, the Sacred Peach Tree is a rare treasure between heaven and earth.

It is said that the fruit has the power to change destiny, and one can make a person ascend to heaven in broad daylight."

An elderly cultivator in Xianling was also getting agitated, with excitement flashing in his eyes.

"Immortality, becoming an immortal."

Xianling Nanyue took a deep breath, his eyes flashing with dazzling light.

"Hurry, hurry, quickly put the fruits of the Sacred Peach Tree into your pocket." Meng Zun of the Underworld Palace urged, with greed flashing in his eyes.

Following the actions of the two major forces, other cultivators also began to approach the Sacred Peach Tree.

Their eyes were filled with greed and desire, as if they had already seen their future of becoming immortals.

However, just as everyone was about to approach the Sacred Peach Tree, something strange happened.

A powerful aura suddenly burst out from the Sacred Peach Tree, and the entire Biyou Palace trembled.

The monks felt a tightness in their hearts.

"Oh no, has this aura triggered the protective restriction of the Sacred Peach Tree?" a cultivator exclaimed, his eyes filled with fear.

"Guardian prohibition?"

The other monks were also shocked when they heard this.

They knew that the legendary Sacred Peach Tree must have powerful protective restrictions to prevent it from being easily touched by outsiders.

"Everyone, be careful. The power of this ban should not be underestimated."

Xianling Nanyue reminded in a deep voice, with a vigilant light flashing in his eyes.

"You have to be careful, otherwise your life will be in danger."

Meng Zun of the Underworld Palace also nodded in agreement, with a solemn light flashing in his eyes.

As the obscure aura gradually grew stronger, a figure slowly emerged from the Sacred Peach Tree.

She was a woman dressed in colorful clothes, with a beautiful face and a transcendent temperament, like a fairy who was not of this world.

There was a cold light flashing in his jade-like, crystal-clear eyes as he quietly stared at the many monks in front of him.

"Anyone who dares to covet the sacred peach tree will be killed without mercy."

The woman's voice was cold and arrogant, as if she was declaring the fate of everyone.

The monks were shocked, they could feel the powerful aura emanating from the woman, which was far beyond their own.

"senior.

We have no intention of offending you, we just heard that the fruit of the sacred peach tree has the power to change one's fate, so we came here to ask for it."

Xianling Nanyue stepped forward and said respectfully.

"Yes, I just hope to use the fruit of the Sacred Peach Tree to break through the bottleneck of cultivation."

Meng Zun of the Underworld Palace also spoke, with a hint of request in his tone.

However, the woman just looked at them coldly without any response.

Her eyes swept over everyone, as if she was examining something.

"Although your cultivation is not bad, it is far from enough to obtain the fruit of the Sacred Peach Tree."

The woman said calmly, her voice revealing an unquestionable majesty.

The monks felt a sinking feeling in their hearts, knowing that obtaining the fruits of the Sacred Peach Tree would be no easy task.

"However, I am not an unreasonable person."

The woman's tone suddenly changed, making everyone happy. "If you can pass my test, you will have a chance to obtain the fruit of the Sacred Peach Tree."

The woman continued, a playful gleam in her eyes.

The monks looked at each other in bewilderment; they had not expected the woman to pose a test.

But no matter what, this is their only chance to obtain the fruit of the Sacred Peach Tree, and they must try.

"I wonder what kind of test Senior wants us to pass?"

Xianling Nanyue asked, his eyes flashing with determination. "It's very simple, as long as you have enough ancient symbols, you can pick the peaches, otherwise everything will be in vain.

The Sacred Tree has existed for a long time, so it is not possible without a huge amount of ancient symbols."

The woman said calmly, a sly gleam in her eyes.

When the monks heard this, they were shocked.

In a corner of the fog, Heifeng looked at the scene in the fog mirror and said directly, "Fuck."

Even he almost believed that the Sacred Peach Tree was real, but when she heard the word "ancient symbol" at the end, she knew that the boss was lying again.