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

Deep in the ancient tower, a cold atmosphere permeated, as if even time had stopped here.

The monks from various forces, originally full of greed and vigilance, stepped into this ancient and mysterious building. However, they soon discovered that this was not a simple treasure trove, but a ghost realm full of endless horror.

As soon as the monks stepped into the inner layer of the ancient tower, they felt an indescribable sense of oppression.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of blood, as if countless lives had been brutally slaughtered here.

Their footsteps echoed in the empty tower, and every step seemed to step on the scars of past deaths.

"Huhuhu..."

Suddenly a gust of cold wind blew, accompanied by a shrill wailing sound. The monks were horrified to find that the shadow was gradually disappearing on the ground.

Those shadows seemed to be swallowed up by some invisible force, leaving only pairs of frightened eyes flickering in the darkness.

"What's going on?!" someone shouted in panic.

"The shadow is gone, the shadow is gone, it's so scary!" There was obvious panic in the voice of another monk.

At this time, some monks began to show abnormalities.

Their eyes became empty and lifeless, the corners of their mouths unconsciously rose, and they let out bursts of strange laughter.

These monks seemed to be possessed by some evil force and began to attack their companions and even began to mutilate themselves, cutting their skin with the weapons in their hands and letting the blood flow.

"Crazy, they're all crazy!" A monk pointed at his possessed companions, his voice trembling.

"No, this is not madness, this is a curse!" said an elderly monk in a deep voice, his eyes full of fear.

The monks tried to escape from this horrible place, but the ancient tower seemed to have its own will and trapped them here.

The sea of ​​blood is boundless, thousands of ghosts are surging, the fire of resentment is endless, and everything here is filled with the breath of death.

In this sea of ​​blood, the monks saw countless ghosts struggling, their faces distorted and screaming silently.

These ghosts seemed to be telling about their tragic experiences in life, and their resentment and pain gathered here into an endless fire of karma.

"We must find a way out, otherwise we will all die here!" a leader of a force shouted loudly, trying to boost morale.

However, just as they were trying to find a way out, the mechanisms and traps in the ancient tower began to activate.

Sharp blades suddenly extended from the wall, bottomless cracks appeared on the ground, and huge rocks fell from the ceiling.

The monks had to avoid these deadly traps while also dealing with attacks from their possessed companions.

"Ah!" A monk accidentally triggered a mechanism and was pierced through the chest by an arrow that suddenly shot out. His body fell to the ground powerlessly, and his blood quickly dyed the ground red.

"Be careful!" Another monk was stabbed from behind by a possessed companion while dodging a falling boulder.

The scene was extremely chaotic at one point, and the monks' psychological defenses began to collapse.

Some began to cry, while others fell into a hopeless silence.

This ancient tower was not the treasure house they imagined, but a hell that devoured lives.

In this terrifying realm, the monks' courage and strength seem so insignificant.

They began to regret why they coveted the treasures in the ancient tower and why they set foot in this cursed place. But now, everything is too late.

As time went on, more and more monks fell in a pool of blood.

The shadows of those monks possessed by ominous creatures have completely disappeared, and their bodies have begun to become transparent, as if they will vanish into nothing at any time.

As for those living monks, their shadows were devoured until there was little left, and their vitality was constantly draining away.

"We can't just stay here. There's no need to fight our way out!" a young monk shouted, with a determined light in his eyes.

"Yes, maybe after we get out, the curse will have no effect!" another monk echoed.

"Rumble"

Some monks began to try to use their spells and magic weapons, trying to find a way to break the curse.

They tried to use light and fire to dispel the darkness around them and use divine power to purify their possessed companions.

After all the hard work, it was all in vain.

"Let's rely on each other and retreat. Our strength is too low and we shouldn't take risks here. The interior of the ancient tower is far beyond what we can bear," a monk said excitedly.

They began to move towards the exit of the ancient tower. Along the way, they continued to fight with their possessed companions, constantly dodging and breaking various mechanisms and traps.

Finally, after a difficult trek, they arrived at the outskirts of the ancient pagoda.

However, when they were about to leave the ancient pagoda, they found that the gate of the ancient pagoda had disappeared, which made everyone half dead. Now the world inside the ancient pagoda can only be entered but not exited.

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In the deepest part of the ancient tower, there is an endless sea of ​​blood with a deep color, as if it can swallow all light.

The sea water is filled with strong resentment and pain, and every drop of sea water seems to have condensed the blood and tears of countless lives.

This is the most taboo area of ​​the ancient pagoda and also the most mysterious place.

At this moment, a powerful force began to surge in this sea of ​​blood, the waves rolled, and the blood surged, as if some giant beast was about to awaken.

Suddenly, a huge animal bone slowly rose from the depths of the sea of ​​blood. It had a hideous appearance and nine heads, each of which showed a different expression of pain and anger.

These nine beast bones looked like evil spirits crawling out from the depths of hell. Their eyes were hollow and deep, as if they were telling of endless resentment and curses.

The body of the animal skeleton was enormous, and each bone was glowing with a dim light. They were connected together to form a huge skeleton.

On top of the skeleton was a huge coffin. The coffin was completely black, with countless mysterious runes carved on its surface. These runes exuded the power of the supreme law, and they lingered on the surface of the coffin, as if guarding some supreme existence.

As the coffin slowly floated to the surface, mysterious ancient skeletons began to emerge from the sea of ​​blood.

These skeletons are completely different from ordinary skeletons. They have different shapes and each one exudes a mysterious and powerful aura.

There were mysterious treasures inserted in the chests of these skeletons. These treasures had been soaked in the sea of ​​blood for countless years, but they still sparkled with dazzling light, and were obviously not ordinary objects.

These treasures were obviously the weapons these ancient skeletons used when they were alive. When the ancient skeletons died, they sank into the sea of ​​blood together.

Now, with the appearance of the coffin, these treasures seemed to sense some kind of call and began to emit strong light.

The monks who entered the ancient tower were shocked when they saw this scene.

They were all strong men who had experienced countless storms, but the scene before them made them feel unprecedented shock.

These ancient remains were obviously those of powerful men who were once powerful and influential. Their fall must have been accompanied by an earth-shaking battle.

These treasures are undoubtedly the inheritance of their power. If they can be obtained, it will be a great opportunity for any cultivator.

Greed began to flash in the eyes of the monks, and they began to approach the ancient remains and treasures.

However, this sea of ​​blood is not a peaceful place, it is full of endless dangers.

The resentment and pain in the sea of ​​blood began to affect the minds of the monks, making them irritable and crazy.

"These treasures are mine, no one can take them away!" A monk roared, his eyes full of bloodshot, and his body began to swell as if controlled by some force.

"No, these treasures should belong to me. I am the strongest monk here!" another monk retorted. His body also began to change. His skin began to crack, revealing his hideous muscles.

The monks began to attack each other in order to fight for these treasures. Spells and magic weapons collided in the sea of ​​blood, triggering fierce battles. The resentment and pain in the sea of ​​blood seemed to be aroused at this moment. They began to spread among the monks, making the battle more cruel and ruthless.

However, just as the monks were fighting fiercely, the huge coffin suddenly made a low roar.

The runes on the coffin began to flicker, emitting an even stronger light, and the entire sea of ​​blood began to vibrate.

"Master, look! The coffin is about to open!" Heifeng shouted in horror.

As the light on the coffin became brighter and brighter, a powerful aura surged out of the coffin. This aura was full of oppression, making all the monks feel an unprecedented fear.

The person sleeping in this coffin might be the Lord of Hell, a being with supreme power.

"Don't take action, just wait and see!" Long Ling shouted as he looked at the trembling appearance of an Earth cultivator.

Now that the strong men from various forces are attacking continuously, they only need to follow the safe place that has been cleared out at the back and pick up the leaks. There is no need to fight forward.

However, at this moment, the lid of the coffin slowly opened.

A powerful suction force surged out of the coffin, sucking the surrounding monks and ancient skeletons into it.

The resentment and pain in the sea of ​​blood were also sucked into the coffin at this moment, and the entire sea of ​​blood began to calm down.

The monks struggled in the coffins, trying to escape, but the suction was too strong and they could not resist it.

Their bodies began to be eroded by the power in the coffin, and their consciousness began to blur, as if they were about to be swallowed up.

However, at this moment, a monk suddenly let out a roar, and his body began to emit a dazzling light.

This light was filled with sacred and pure power, and it began to dispel the darkness and evil in the coffin.

"Save me..." the monk shouted, burning his life essence to emit even stronger fluctuations.

In the center of the sea of ​​blood, the huge coffin was floating quietly. Mysterious runes were flowing on its surface, emitting the power of supreme laws. After all, the monk could not escape from the deadlock.

A cold light flashed in the eyes of the strong men from various forces, and they were completely indifferent to the bloody scene in front of them.

They surrounded the coffin in the center of the sea of ​​blood, greed and vigilance flashing in their eyes.

This coffin may hide supreme secrets and power, but it is also full of unknown dangers.

At first, the strong men from various forces tried to open the coffin by brute force.

They cast powerful spells and used precious magic weapons to try to break the seal on the coffin.

However, no matter how hard they tried, the runes on the coffin only flickered slightly, as if mocking their powerlessness.

The coffin was extremely solid, as if it was connected to the power of the entire ancient tower; no attack could shake it in the slightest.

As time goes by, the strong ones begin to feel frustrated and anxious.

If they cannot open the coffin, they will not be able to gain access to the secrets and powers within.

At this moment, a strong man from an ancient sect stood up, holding a secret treasure in his hand. This was the sect's treasure, which was never shown to others easily on weekdays.

"Everyone, it seems that we can no longer hide our secrets." The strong man said with a hint of determination in his voice, "The Sky-Breaking Cone has the power to penetrate all defenses. Perhaps we can give it a try."

The Sky-Breaking Cone is shaped like a slender cone. It is forged from an unknown metal and has a faint blue light flowing on its surface.

It is only three feet long, but the power contained in it is enough to penetrate the hardest rock.

The tip of the Sky-Breaking Cone is so sharp that it seems to be able to pierce even the sky.

The strong men from other forces also took out their own secret treasures.

Some are hourglasses that can control the flow of time, some are shields that can reflect all attacks, and some are long swords that can cut through space. Each secret treasure has great power, and they emit dazzling light in the hands of the strong.

"In that case, let's work together to break the seal of this coffin!" a leader of a force said loudly.

Following his orders, strong men from various forces took action at the same time.

Their secret treasures flashed rays of light in the air and gathered into a powerful force that rushed towards the seal of the coffin.

This force is so powerful that it seems to be able to destroy everything.

The runes on the coffin began to flash violently at this moment, and the light they emitted became brighter and brighter, as if resisting attacks from the outside world.

However, the strong men from various forces did not give up. They continued to intensify their attacks, and the power of the secret treasure became stronger and stronger.

Finally, with a deafening bang, the runes on the coffin shattered, the seal was broken, and the lid of the coffin slowly opened.

At this moment, an ominous aura surged out of the coffin, and the entire sea of ​​blood began to shake.

"Be careful, there is danger!" a monk shouted.

The strong men immediately became alert, as this ominous aura might foreshadow some kind of disaster.

They began to back away, trying to get away from the coffin so as not to be affected by what was about to happen.

As the coffin lid was completely opened, a powerful force surged out of the coffin, and the entire sea of ​​blood was shocked by this force.

At the center of this force is a group of original power that shines with mysterious yellow light. This is the legendary mysterious yellow origin.

The Xuanhuang Origin is the purest and most powerful force born at the beginning of the universe. It contains the original laws of the universe and has the power to create and destroy everything.

The shape of the Xuanhuang Origin is like a constantly rotating ball of light. Its color is between black and yellow, emitting a faint light.

The moment the cultivators saw the origin of Xuanhuang, they could no longer sit still.

If they could absorb this power, their strength would be greatly enhanced, and they might even be able to break through to the legendary realm.

However, the power of the Xuanhuang Origin is too strong. If it cannot be controlled, it may lead to catastrophic consequences.

"We must act with caution and not let the power of the Xuanhuang Origin get out of control." An elderly cultivator said in a deep voice.

The monks began to cast powerful spells around the Xuanhuang Origin, trying to control this power.

"Rumble..."

As the cultivators' spells became stronger and stronger, the power of the Xuanhuang Origin began to be gradually controlled.

Its light began to stabilize, no longer as violent as before.

The monks began to try to absorb this power, and their bodies began to emit a faint dark yellow light.

However, at this moment, an ominous accident occurred.

A cultivator suddenly lost control while absorbing the power of the Xuanhuang Origin. His body began to swell as if it was about to be torn apart by this force.

"No, I can't control this power!" the monk cried in pain.

The other cultivators immediately took action, trying to help the cultivator control the power of the Xuanhuang Origin.

However, as soon as they came into contact with the monk's body, they were also affected by this force and began to lose control.

The entire sea of ​​blood began to shake, and the power of the Xuanhuang Origin spread among the cultivators, causing a huge disaster.

The monks' bodies began to collapse and their souls began to be devoured by this power.