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

At the edge of the sea of ​​blood, the strong men from various forces frowned, their eyes passing through the chaotic battlefield.

Each of these powerful men is the best in their respective sects or families. Their strength and status make them accustomed to taking the lead in any situation.

However, the current situation is beyond their control. The power of Xuanhuang Origin is like a wild horse that has broken free from its reins, violent and unpredictable.

Long Ling and his companions have been cautiously staying on the edge of the battlefield. Although they are strong, facing such a powerful force, they prefer to observe and analyze, looking for the right time to take action.

This made various factions very dissatisfied.

"You are still hiding behind. Do you intend to let us face this force alone?" A strong man in golden armor said coldly, his voice full of dissatisfaction.

"Ants, retreat when you encounter real danger." Another burly man holding a huge axe echoed, his face full of disdain for Long Ling and the others.

The strong men from various forces began to put pressure on Long Ling and his group.

They need more strength to fight against the violent power of Xuanhuang Origin, and the presence of Long Ling and others can undoubtedly reduce their losses.

"It's not easy to keep hiding and taking advantage! Go there!" an elderly monk shouted loudly, his voice was particularly clear amid the sound of the waves in the sea of ​​blood.

Long Ling's eyes were firm, knowing that any excuses would be useless at this moment.

He turned and looked at his companions, his eyes revealing calmness.

Although they were always in the rear, it was not because they were afraid, but because they were looking for opportunities.

"The power of the origin of Xuanhuang is raging. Anyone who touches it will die. You go, and we will follow." Long Ling's voice was calm. There was an unquestionable majesty in his words, and his eyes swept over every strong man present.

“Humph, it’s your honor to say something to you, but you really think you are a dish of food.” A powerful person from a powerful force said with contempt.

"What did you say?"

Heifeng stood on the edge of the sea of ​​blood, his eyes like a volcano about to erupt, full of anger and dissatisfaction.

He looked at the strong men from various forces. They were standing in the back with indifference written on their faces, as if the battle in front had nothing to do with them.

A strong anger surged in Heifeng's heart, and he could not tolerate such unfair treatment.

"Why?" Black Wind's voice echoed in the empty sea of ​​blood, his eyes piercing those indifferent warriors like sharp swords, "We are left to shoulder all the dangers, while you sit back and reap the benefits?"

His words were full of anger and injustice. Those who stood on the front line were exploring and resisting the power of the Xuanhuang Origin at the cost of their lives.

However, those so-called major forces are just watching in a safe place, waiting for the results they have earned with their blood and sweat.

Long Ling stood next to Heifeng and did not try to stop him.

They did not take advantage of the situation by staying behind, but were always looking for ways to control the origin of Xuanhuang. Their efforts and sacrifices should not be underestimated.

"We are not cowards, nor are we your pawns!" Wong Tai Sin's voice was low and powerful, and his words revealed an unquestionable determination.

His words resonated with his companions behind him, and the same light flashed in their eyes.

They are all strong men who have experienced countless battles. Their courage and strength should not be trampled on like this.

"You are always like this, self-righteous, thinking that your power can decide everything." Heifeng continued, his voice full of sarcasm.

His words caused the powerful men from various forces to show a trace of embarrassment on their faces, and even made the golden-armored monk furious.

"you wanna die."

The golden-armored warrior said angrily, he came from the mysterious Golden Puppet Sect, with his unique puppetry.

It was outrageous that a little kid actually taught him a lesson.

The strong man in golden armor was wearing golden armor that sparkled brightly in the sun. His eyes were as cold as ice, revealing an unquestionable confidence.

His cultivation had already reached the great perfection of the Heavenly Spirit Realm, and each of his strikes contained enough power to tear apart space.

The secret puppet technique made him even more powerful in battle.

Following a low shout from the powerful man in golden armor, a huge puppet slowly walked out from the shadow behind him.

This puppet is three meters tall and is made of an unknown metal. Every piece of its armor flashes with cold light.

Its eyes burned with faint blue flames, revealing the indifference of an inanimate object.

This puppet exudes the same might of the Heavenly Spirit Realm as that of the powerful man in golden armor. Every step it takes makes the ground tremble.

Heifeng's face was solemn, and he could feel the oppression emanating from this puppet.

His body sank slightly, his feet stepped on the ground, and a black energy surged out of his body, forming a huge vortex.

This is the secret inherited method of the Black Clan, the Ghost Dance.

"Come on!" Heifeng shouted, and his body suddenly became blurred, as if merging with the surrounding shadows.

His speed instantly increased to the extreme, and he appeared in front of the puppet almost in an instant.

The fist was filled with black energy, and like a black meteor, it smashed hard into the puppet's chest.

"Boom!" With a loud noise, a deep dent appeared on the chest of the puppet, but it was not damaged at all. The golden-armored warrior sneered. His puppet was made of the most precious materials, and its body was indestructible, so it was not so easy to be destroyed.

The puppet's counterattack was equally swift. Its fist was like a small mountain, smashing towards Heifeng with a sound of breaking through the air.

Heifeng's figure became blurred again, and his body shuttled between the puppet's fists, narrowly avoiding the fatal blow each time.

Rumble…

The battle became more and more intense, and every collision between Black Wind and the puppet made the surrounding air make a crackling sound.

Heifeng's ghost dance became more and more skillful, and his body shuttled across the battlefield like a black lightning.

Each of his attacks was packed with powerful strength, but the puppet's defense was too strong, and each attack could only leave a shallow mark.

A smug smile appeared on the face of the golden-armored warrior. The puppet was almost invincible and no one could break its defense.

However, his smile quickly froze.

Although Black Wind's attack could not destroy the puppet's defense, it was constantly consuming the puppet's energy.

A gleam of light flashed in Heifeng's eyes. He knew that although the puppet was powerful, its energy was not unlimited.

As long as he can keep attacking, he will be able to exhaust the puppet's energy.

Heifeng's speed increased again, and his body almost turned into a black shadow, constantly shuttling around the puppet, leaving a deep mark each time.

Finally, the puppet's energy began to weaken, its movements became slow, and the fire in its eyes became dim.

Heifeng seized the opportunity, and the black energy condensed on his fist, like a black sun, smashed hard on the puppet's chest.

"Boom!" With a loud bang, the puppet's chest was completely pierced, its energy was exhausted in an instant, and its entire body began to disintegrate, turning into a pile of scrap metal. The face of the golden armored warrior turned pale, the puppet was destroyed, and his strength was weakened by half.

There was a hint of fear in his eyes. He was no match for Heifeng.

A sneer appeared on Heifeng's face. The Ghost Dance had reached its peak. His body almost turned into a black shadow, and his speed and strength had reached the peak.

His body suddenly became blurred, and then he instantly appeared in front of the golden-armored man.

The golden-armored warrior also reacted quickly. A golden sword suddenly appeared in his hand. His swordsmanship was equally sharp. Every sword strike made a sound of breaking through the air. He tried to resist the black wind's attack.

However, Heifeng's speed was too fast, and his swordsmanship was simply unable to capture Heifeng's figure.

Black energy condensed in Heifeng's fist, like a black meteor, smashing hard into the chest of the golden-armored warrior.

The chest of the golden-armored warrior was completely pierced, his body was thrown high into the air, and then fell heavily to the ground.

A mouthful of blood spurted out of the mouth of the golden-armored warrior. His face turned pale and his eyes were filled with fear.

Heifeng stood in front of the strong man in golden armor with a sneer on his face.

His body suddenly became blurry, and then disappeared into the air in an instant.

The entire sea of ​​blood was boiling, the demonic power was overwhelming, ghosts were crying and wolves were howling, and Heifeng's ghost dance had reached its peak, and its power had exceeded everyone's imagination.

The monks around were shocked by the battle, and their eyes were filled with fear.

The waves of the sea of ​​blood are surging, and Heifeng is like a lone boat facing the coming storm.

The strong men from various sects, dissatisfied with Heifeng's arrogance, immediately joined forces to besiege him.

Their figures were like flashes of lightning, surrounding Heifeng from all directions, and murderous intent flashed in everyone's eyes.

"Asshole, do you still want to make trouble?" A strong man roared, holding a huge battle axe in his hand. The axe blade was flashing with cold light, as if it could tear everything apart.

Heifeng's face was solemn, knowing that what was about to happen would be a life-and-death fight.

The Ten Thousand Souls Banner above his head rustled in the wind, as if responding to the upcoming battle.

This banner is covered with various ghost patterns, and each pattern contains powerful power.

As the black wind danced, the ghosts on the Ten Thousand Souls Banner seemed to come alive. Their eyes flashed with faint green light and they let out bursts of shrill screams.

Heifeng began to perform a ghost dance in the void. The dance was extremely mysterious, and every movement contained profound laws.

His dance steps left afterimages in the void, as if drawing a complex pattern.

As he danced, the surrounding sea of ​​blood began to respond, the waves rolled more violently, and streams of blood-colored mist rose from the sea, shrouding the entire battlefield in blood.

"Ten thousand bloodthirsty ghosts are coming!" Heifeng shouted loudly, his voice echoing in the sea of ​​blood, as if summoning evil ghosts from the abyss.

Following his voice, countless ghosts poured out from the sea of ​​blood, their eyes flashing red light and emitting bursts of shrill screams.

These ghosts are all monks who were swallowed by the sea of ​​blood. Their souls were imprisoned in this sea and became the helpers of Black Wind.

The faces of the masters from various sects changed. They did not expect that Heifeng could summon so many ghosts.

They immediately intensified their offensive, and all kinds of spells and magic weapons rained down on Heifeng.

Heifeng's figure shuttled among the ghosts, and the Ten Thousand Souls Banner was constantly waving. Each wave brought up a powerful force, repelling the attacking spells and magic weapons one by one.

His ghost dance became faster and faster, and his figure almost turned into black lightning, shuttling across the battlefield, taking the life of a strong man every time he appeared.

"Impossible, how can he be so strong!" A strong man shouted in horror. His chest was hit by Heifeng's Ten Thousand Souls Banner, leaving a huge wound.

"He is no longer a human being, he is simply a devil!" another strong man shouted in despair, his body was torn apart by a group of ghosts, and blood splattered everywhere.

There was a crazy light flashing in Heifeng's eyes, and his body shuttled among ghosts, bringing death every time he appeared.

His Ten Thousand Souls Banner was covered in blood, and the ghost patterns on the banner became more vivid, their eyes flashing red light, as if they were enjoying the slaughter.

The strong men from various sects began to feel fear. They did not expect that Black Wind would be so powerful.

Started to retreat, trying to escape the fight.

However, Heifeng did not intend to let them go.

The ghost dance was getting faster and faster, and its figure almost turned into black lightning, shuttling across the battlefield, taking the life of a strong man every time it appeared.

"Didn't you want to besiege me? Why are you scared now?" Heifeng sneered, his voice echoing in the sea of ​​blood, full of irony.

The masters from all the major sects turned pale, knowing that they could no longer defeat Black Wind.

As the battle continued, the sea of ​​blood turned even redder, with countless corpses floating on the surface.

Heifeng stood in the center of the sea of ​​blood, his body stained red with blood, his eyes flashing with madness, and the Ten Thousand Souls Banner rustled in the wind, as if celebrating the victory.

There was a hint of contempt in the eyes of Long Ling and others, and they were full of ridicule for the failure of those who claimed to be invincible.

"It seems that the so-called strong men from the major sects are nothing more than a mob."

He glanced at the panicked monks, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his voice echoed over the sea of ​​blood, clear and loud:.

"I thought they were so powerful, but it turns out they can't even deal with a Black Wind. It's really eye-opening." A burly monk named Tieya spoke with a voice like thunder.

Feng Yu's voice was also filled with a hint of contempt, "Didn't you shout so fiercely at the beginning? Why are you now a stray dog?"

Yunying's eyes flashed with a cunning light: "It seems that their strength is not proportional to their arrogance. It's a pity that all the resources they wasted."

Tieshan snorted coldly, his eyes sweeping over the defeated monks: "Always self-righteous, thinking that you can win by having more people, how stupid."

"There is always someone better than you. Black Wind's strength is far beyond their imagination. Failure is inevitable."

"A bunch of ignorant guys who always wanted to rely on their numbers to bully the few, but in the end they were beaten to a pulp by Heifeng alone."

"You will pay the price if you underestimate the enemy."

After hearing what everyone said, Long Ling chuckled.

The sarcastic words of Long Ling and others were like sharp thorns, piercing into the hearts of the strong men from various sects.

Their faces turned from horror to anger, and then from anger to shame.

When have these powerful people who are usually high and mighty ever suffered such humiliation?

"You...you youngsters, how dare you speak to us like this!" An elderly strong man was so angry that he was shaking all over, pointing at Long Ling and others, his fingertips trembling.