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

"call……"

As they watched nervously, the eyes of this being slowly opened. There were no pupils in its eyes, only a blood-red light.

Its gaze fell on Long Ling and the others, as if it wanted to devour their souls. Its voice was low and powerful, like a call from ancient times.

"Are you here to wake me up?"

Long Ling and the others were shocked. This existence was definitely not something they could deal with easily. They had to deal with it carefully, otherwise they might fall into an irretrievable situation.

Long Ling took a deep breath. He had to find a way to deal with this existence, otherwise they might never be able to leave this strange place.

"We must be careful. The power of this entity is far beyond our imagination. We can fight it head-on. We must find its weakness."

Everyone nodded, with determination flashing in their eyes. This would be a battle of life and death.

Long Ling and others began to move around this existence cautiously, trying to find its weakness.

They found that whenever its gaze fell on someone, that person would feel a strong sense of oppression, as if their soul was about to be devoured.

They realize that the being's eyes may be the source of its power.

Everyone nodded to each other and began trying to avoid its gaze while looking for opportunities to attack it.

Because they found that when it closed its eyes, its power weakened.

"boom……"

Under Long Ling's command, everyone began to divide the work and cooperate.

Heifeng used his secret technique of Ghost Dance to constantly shuttle back and forth on the battlefield, attracting the attention of this being.

Feng Yu and Yun Ying worked together to cast magic, creating all kinds of illusions in an attempt to confuse it.

Tieya and Tieshan took the opportunity to get close to it, looking for a chance to attack its weaknesses.

After a fierce battle, they finally found an opportunity. When this being closed its eyes again, Tieya and Tieshan quickly approached and stabbed their weapons into its chest with all their strength.

The being let out a roar of pain and its power began to rapidly weaken.

Long Ling and others did not miss this opportunity and immediately intensified their attack.

Under their joint attack, this being finally fell, and its figure gradually dissipated in the air, leaving only the blood-red robe.

As this existence dissipated, the sarcophagus on the altar slowly closed and the entire space began to vibrate.

Long Ling and others quickly left the altar, passed through the mysterious whirlpools, and returned to the desert.

As they left, the space on the altar gradually collapsed and finally disappeared into the air.

Long Ling and others were standing in the desert. Before they could calm down, they encountered a new mysterious phenomenon.

As they carefully explored the messy rubble, their eyes were drawn to a mysterious man in white.

The man in white stood quietly in the center of the desert. He had a slender figure and his white clothes were whiter than snow, forming a sharp contrast with the desolation around him.

He held an ancient pen in his hand, the tip of the pen flashing with a strange light, as if it had gathered the essence of heaven and earth, and it kept writing in the void. Every word was so fluent and powerful, as if it contained some kind of mysterious power.

As the tip of the pen of the man in white danced, a brilliant light appeared above every word.

These lights are different from ordinary lights. They seem to have their own life, circling and jumping in the air like a group of cheerful elves.

The light of the words illuminated the surrounding desert, bringing a glimmer of life to this dead land.

Long Ling and others were deeply attracted by this scene and could not help but slow down their pace, for fear of disturbing the writing of the man in white.

They felt that this man in white was definitely not ordinary. The aura he exuded was ancient and powerful, making people dare not approach him easily.

They observed carefully, trying to find some clues from the writings of the man in white.

The man in white didn't seem to notice their presence. He was concentrating on writing, and every word seemed to have been poured into with all his effort.

Long Ling and others discovered that these characters were not in any language they knew. They had complex structures and various shapes. Each character was like a beautiful painting.

As the man in white continued to write, the wind in the desert seemed to be affected. It blew gently, carrying the glowing words into the distance.

The words floated in the air and eventually fell in every corner of the desert. Their light gradually seeped into the ground, as if awakening something.

Long Ling and the others felt that these words were extremely mysterious, so they moved closer to observe them better, then carefully walked around the messy rubble, trying not to make any noise.

Every time the man in white finished writing a word, he would sigh softly, and that sound seemed to contain endless stories and emotions.

Heifeng walked gently to Long Ling's side and whispered, "This person is not simple. The words contain powerful power. I feel that they have some connection with this desert."

Long Ling nodded, staring closely at the man in white, trying to find some clues from him. He whispered to everyone, "Be careful, this man may be the guardian of the ancient tower, and his power may be different from the enemies we encountered before."

Fengyu and Yunying began to cast spells together, adding protective and buff spells to the team.

They knew that in this place full of unknowns, any negligence could lead to catastrophic consequences.

Tieya and Tieshan held their weapons tightly, ready to deal with any possible enemies at any time.

They searched the desert for possible cover and escape routes so that in the event of a fight, the team could retreat quickly.

Just as Long Ling and the others were watching nervously, the man in white suddenly stopped, raised his head slightly, and looked through the endless void, as if he was staring at some distant world.

His voice was deep and powerful, as if it was a call from ancient times: "Are you here to find the secret of the ancient tower?"

Long Ling and the others were shocked. They didn't expect the man in white to speak suddenly. Long Ling mustered up his courage, stepped forward, and said respectfully, "Yes, I hope I can find my way home."

The man in white looked at Long Ling with a deep and mysterious look, as if he could see through a person's soul.

He was silent for a while, then slowly said: "The secret of the ancient pagoda is not easy to uncover. It requires wisdom, courage and opportunity."

Long Ling nodded firmly, her voice full of determination: "I'm ready. No matter how many difficulties lie ahead, I will face them bravely."

The man in white smiled slightly, with a hint of admiration in his eyes.

He gently waved the pen in his hand, and the words floating in the air suddenly gathered together to form a door of light.

"Then let me test you. Through this door, you will enter a new world." Long Ling and others looked at each other, took a deep breath, and then stepped into the door of light together.

As they entered, the gate of light gradually disappeared and the desert returned to its dead silence again, as if nothing had ever happened.

The white-robed man's pen contains not only words, but also endless artistic conception.

Each of his strokes seems to be painting a world, and each touch of ink is telling a story.

And now, he invited Long Ling to have a special competition with him - to use artistic conception as painting and ink as poetry.

Long Ling, this brave explorer, is full of desire for the unknown and fearlessness of challenges.

It is not just a game of words, but also a battle of souls.

She nodded to show that she accepted the challenge, and a pen appeared in her hand. Although the pen was ordinary, it exuded an extraordinary light in Long Ling's hand.

The man in white started writing first, and lightly touched the tip of the pen in the air. Immediately, a stream of clear water gushed out from the desert, forming a winding stream.

The stream water is so clear that you can see the bottom, the fish are swimming happily in the water, the flowers and plants are lush, and the butterflies are dancing. All of this is lifelike, as if it really exists in this desert.

The man in white softly chanted: "A clear spring flows over rocks, a flower blooms without being among a hundred flowers, and the pleasure of standing alone by a sparse fence is endless."

Long Ling smiled slightly, and gently waved the tip of the pen in the air. Suddenly, a high mountain appeared in the desert, with a towering peak reaching into the sky.

The mountains were shrouded in mist, the tops were covered in snow, the foot of the mountains were shaded by green trees, and the birdsong made the mountains even quieter. Long Ling chanted: "I will climb to the top of the mountain and see all the other mountains as small. I am the highest peak among the mountains, and I don't know where I am in the deep clouds."

A hint of admiration flashed in the eyes of the man in white, and the tip of the pen danced again. This time, he drew a starry sky with twinkling stars and the Milky Way running across it. Under the starry sky was a tranquil lake. The surface of the lake was like a mirror, reflecting the stars in the sky.

"Stars hang low over the vast plain, the moon rises over the great river, the sky is as cool as water at night, I lie down and watch the Altair and Vega stars." chanted the man in white.

Not to be outdone, Long Ling's pen tip sketched out a magnificent sunrise picture in the void. The rising sun, with thousands of rays of light, illuminated the entire world.

Under the sunshine, all things come back to life and are full of vitality. Everything is full of hope and vitality.

“When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are redder than fire. When spring comes, the river water is as green as blue. How can I not miss Jiangnan?”

Long Lingyin said, a tranquil mood emerging in his eyes.

"Sasha..."

Under the pens of the two, the artistic conception becomes more and more profound, the pictures become more and more vivid, and the poems become more and more wonderful.

Their competition is not only a competition of skills, but also an exchange of hearts. Through the tip of the pen, they convey each other's emotions and thoughts, and through poetry, they express their understanding and perception of the world.

In the end, Long Ling won the competition with a magnificent painting of mountains and rivers and a poem full of philosophy.

In his paintings, the mountains and rivers are magnificent and all things are harmonious; in his poems, he expresses his awe for life and nature, and his longing for the future and hope.

The man in white looked at Long Ling's work, with a hint of satisfaction in his eyes, "The Yangtze River is getting old!"

This competition is not only a victory, but also a baptism of the soul. With new understanding and insights, my heart is full of confidence and expectations.

As the figure of the man in white disappeared, Long Ling and others stood in place and witnessed a mysterious and shocking scene.

The body of the man in white gradually became transparent, as if transformed from a solid entity into light and shadow, and finally completely dissipated in the air.

Where he disappeared, the air began to distort, and mysterious rays of light gathered from all directions, as if attracted by some invisible force.

These lights slowly rotate in the air, interweaving into complex patterns. Each pattern contains profound symbols and textures, as if it is a door to another world.

The light became brighter and denser, and finally condensed into a crystal in the air.

This crystal has a strange shape, it actually looks like a pig. Its surface is glowing with a strange luster, as if it were a living thing, emitting a weird and mysterious aura.

The crystal pig has a round and smooth body, short limbs, and a curly tail. Two red gems are inlaid in the place of its eyes, flashing an eerie red light.

On the surface of the crystal, those patterns and symbols that were previously woven by light have now become a part of it, deeply imprinted on its skin, making the entire crystal appear even more mysterious.

Long Ling and others approached the crystal cautiously and could feel the magical fluctuations in the air around the crystal.

The existence of the crystal is obviously very important. It may be an important key to the secret of the desert, or it may be some kind of powerful magical weapon. The appearance of this crystal must be closely related to the secret of the ancient tower.

Long Ling stretched out his hand and gently touched the surface of the crystal. He felt a cool feeling at his fingertips, but then a warm force flowed from the crystal into his body, making him feel an unprecedented calm and tranquility.

She could feel that the crystal contained a powerful power. This power was both strange and familiar, as if it had some mysterious connection with her soul.

Heifeng looked around vigilantly. The secret technique of Ghost Dance made him extremely sensitive to his surroundings.

He could feel that the appearance of the crystal had changed the surrounding aura. Everything in the desert seemed to be paying tribute to the crystal, as if it was the master of the desert.

Fengyu and Yunying began to study the patterns and symbols on the crystal, trying to decipher the meaning behind these patterns.

These patterns and symbols have similarities with other symbols they encountered in the ancient tower, but they are also obviously different. They seem to be a more advanced and complex language.

Tieya and Tieshan guarded on both sides of the crystal. The power of the crystal might attract other unknown existences. They held their weapons tightly, ready to protect the safety of the crystal and the team at any time.

Long Ling took a deep breath. The appearance of the crystal was an important turning point.

He could feel that the power contained in the crystal might be the key to unlocking the secrets of the ancient tower.

"The crystal is very powerful. It may lead us to the deeper part of the ancient tower. We must treat it with caution. Its power may help us, but it may also bring danger."

Everyone nodded, with determination gleaming in their eyes.

This will be a new adventure. The power of the crystal may lead them to the core of the ancient tower, but it may also bring new challenges and dangers.

Long Ling held the crystal gently. He could feel the power in the crystal responding to his touch.

However, at this moment, the crystal glowed, and all the runes in the building lit up.

Long Ling and the others only felt the scene change and entered an even more bizarre palace.

"Master Demon, look, it's the building with the dog-shaped logo that we have seen before.

In this way, the palaces evolved from the twelve wooden knots are a whole, interconnected, and only by breaking through can one enter the next palace. "

A deep fear appeared in Huang Daxian's eyes, and it made his spine chill.