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

"Rumble, rumble..."

The desert began to collapse violently, and at the center a mysterious power awakened in this desolate land.

Sand and stones were flying, and the earth was shaking, as if even the sky had lost its color at this moment.

Four huge sandmen slowly rose from the dust. Their figures were like ancient guardians, solemn and dignified, and every grain of sand sparkled with mysterious light.

These sand men are dozens of feet tall, formed from the purest sand in the desert. Their faces are ancient and blurred, as if they carry endless years.

Their arms are thick and powerful, and every time they wave, they bring up a gust of wind and stir up dust all over the sky.

The sand people began to form complex marks, their palms drawing mysterious tracks in the air. Each mark emitted a faint light, as if containing the mysteries of the universe.

There was a constant stream of divine sounds coming out of their mouths. The sounds made by the Sand People were deep and powerful, like a call from ancient times, or like the resonance of the stars.

These sounds echoed in the desert, shaking people's minds, as if even their souls were touched at this moment.

As the divine music continued, strange changes began to appear in the sky. Ceiling flowers fell from the sky. They had different shapes and colors, and they gave off a faint fragrance that made people feel relaxed and happy.

With the joint efforts of the sand people, a mysterious teleportation array quickly took shape in the air.

This teleportation array is composed of countless complex runes and patterns, which are intertwined in the air to form a huge circle.

In the center of the teleportation array, a complex array diagram began to emit a faint light, which gradually became brighter and eventually formed a vortex of light.

In the vortex, colorful lights interweave.

As the light grew stronger, the teleportation array began to emit a low humming sound, which sounded like the chanting of ancient spells, or the resonance of distant stars.

The ground began to shake slightly, as if the whole world was preparing for the upcoming teleportation.

Long Ling and others stood in the desert, witnessing this spectacular scene, and were filled with shock.

They had never seen such a vast and majestic scene, nor had they ever felt such a mysterious and magnificent power.

The appearance of the sand people, the falling of the ceiling, and the formation of the teleportation array, every detail felt incredible.

"What is going on?" a monk said tremblingly, with a hint of awe in his voice.

"These sand people, these runes, they seem to be guiding us somewhere." Long Ling said in a deep voice, with a determined light flashing in his eyes.

"It's so weird?" another monk said worriedly, staring at the sand people.

"There is no choice." Long Ling's voice was full of determination. "No matter what is waiting ahead, we must face it."

As the teleportation array was fully activated, an invisible force surged out from the vortex, carrying with it an ancient and mysterious aura that made people feel awe.

This force slowly absorbed everyone into the teleportation array. Their figures gradually blurred in the light and finally disappeared into the desert.

When they opened their eyes again, they found themselves in a whole new world.

This world is different from anywhere they have experienced before. It is full of mystery and weirdness, and unknown secrets are hidden in every corner.

They stood on an endless grassland. The sky was deep blue, as if it contained endless wisdom.

The grassland is full of exotic plants of various shapes and colors, emitting a faint light. The breeze brings bursts of fresh fragrance, making people feel relaxed and happy.

At the end of the grassland is a towering mountain range that stretches endlessly and reaches the sky.

The highest peaks of the mountains are covered with snow that never melts all year round, sparkling brightly in the sun.

On both sides of the mountain range are bottomless canyons with fast-flowing rivers. The water is clear and makes a roaring sound.

"Where exactly is this place?" a monk exclaimed, his eyes fixed on this strange land.

"Everyone be careful." Long Ling said in a deep voice, with a determined light flashing in his eyes.

Everyone began to explore the grassland and discovered many mysterious relics.

These relics are scattered in various corners of the grassland. Some are ancient stone tablets with densely engraved words; some are abandoned castles with vines climbing all over the walls, as if telling the past glory.

As they went deeper, they discovered a huge lake.

The water in the lake is crystal clear, and lotus flowers are floating on the surface. The petals of the lotus are as white as snow, emitting a faint light.

In the center of the lake, there is a small island with a huge tree growing on it. The tree has lush branches and leaves that block out the sun.

"This tree seems to have some connection with the sacred tree we saw in the desert before." A monk said in surprise, staring at the tree.

"It seems that there are many secrets hidden in this world." Long Ling said in a deep voice, with a vigilant light flashing in his eyes.

The crowd began to explore around the lake, and they found many mysterious caves around the lake.

The entrances to these caves were covered by vines and weeds, as if no one had set foot in them for a long time.

Inside the cave, there are intricate passages, and the walls of the passages are covered with strange mushrooms that emit a faint light.

As they went deeper, they discovered a huge underground palace.

The walls of the palace were carved with all kinds of strange patterns, which were similar to the patterns on the ruins they had seen on the grassland, but more complex and mysterious.

In the center of the palace, there is a huge pool. The water in the pool is dark blue, as if it contains endless wisdom.

“These patterns and these pools seem to be guiding some kind of ritual,” a monk said in amazement, with a hint of awe in his voice.

"We must be careful not to fall into any trap that tempts people." Long Ling warned, with a vigilant gleam in his eyes.

They discovered that the patterns and pools in the palace did indeed hide an ancient ritual.

The ground began to shake slightly, as if the whole world was preparing for the upcoming teleportation.

Suddenly, a dazzling light burst out from the teleportation array, shooting straight into the sky and illuminating the entire palace like daylight.

The light was so strong that people had to shield their eyes with their hands to avoid being burned by the divine light.

The spatial scene changed, and everyone stepped into a cave without knowing when. A cool breath blew in their faces, forming a sharp contrast with the breath outside.

The interior of the cave is winding and wet water droplets drip from the walls from time to time, making crisp echoes.

The light from the torches danced in the cave, stretching everyone's shadows.

As we went deeper, some strange patterns began to appear on the walls of the cave, which seemed to be the remains of some ancient civilization.

Among these patterns, the images of ghost faces are particularly prominent. Their eyes seem to flash strangely in the darkness, as if they are monitoring everyone who enters the cave.

Suddenly, a young monk stopped at the corner. In front of him was a small platform made of pottery jars.

The surface of these pottery jars was rough, and they were engraved with ghost faces similar to those on the cave walls. These ghost faces looked even more hideous and terrifying under the light of the fire.

"These pottery jars look quite old. I wonder what's inside them." The young monk said curiously. He stretched out his hand and wanted to touch these mysterious pottery jars.

"Be careful, things here may be cursed." Long Ling warned, but before he finished his words, there was a "crack" sound, and a clay jar was accidentally knocked to the ground by the young monk and shattered into pieces.

A milky white silkworm pupa emerged from the broken pottery jar, lying quietly on the ground without any signs of life.

The surface of the silkworm pupa is smooth and shiny, as if it were made of the purest silk.

Everyone gathered around, illuminated the silkworm pupae with torches, and observed them carefully.

There are no cracks or openings on the silkworm pupa. It is like a perfect egg, quietly waiting for the time to hatch.

"It looks like this is just a dead object, probably used for burial." A monk said with a hint of disappointment in his voice.

Everyone nodded, lost interest in the silkworm pupa, and turned to leave.

However, at this moment, a particularly curious monk couldn't help but stretch out his hand, wanting to touch the silkworm pupa and feel its texture.

As soon as his fingers touched the surface of the silkworm pupa, something strange happened.

The silkworm pupa seemed to be activated, and its surface suddenly cracked, revealing a greedy mouthpart.

Before the monk had time to react, the silkworm pupa suddenly leaped and drilled into the monk's mouth.

"Ah!" The monk let out a terrified scream, fell to the ground, and his body began to twitch violently.

He felt a cold force spreading in his body, and the silkworm pupa seemed to be growing rapidly in his body, devouring his vitality.

Everyone was stunned. They gathered around and tried to help the monk.

However, everything happened too quickly, and the monk's body had begun to undergo strange changes.

His body began to swell, and something seemed to be wriggling under his skin. His bones made a "cracking" sound, as if they were reassembling themselves.

"Save me. Save me!" The monk's voice became hoarse and distorted, and his eyes began to turn dark, as if they had lost all their brilliance. Metallic lines began to appear on the surface of his body, spreading across his skin and eventually covering his entire body.

After a few minutes, the changes stopped.

The monk was no longer the same person he used to be. He had turned into an alien with a metallic luster all over his body.

The alien's skin is hard and shiny, as if forged from the hardest metal.

Its body lines are smooth and powerful, and its muscles appear more prominent under the metallic sheen.

The alien's head became even more hideous, and its eyes turned into two deep red spots of light, flashing violently.

Its mouth became wide and filled with sharp teeth that seemed able to tear apart anything.

A pair of sharp metal wings grew on its back, the edges of the wings flashing with cold light, as if they could cut through the air.

"What kind of monster is this?" a monk said tremblingly, with a hint of fear in his voice.

Long Ling held the weapon tightly in his hand, his eyes flashing with determination. "Be careful, this alien may be very dangerous."

The alien slowly stood up, its body making crackling sounds, as if it was adapting to its new form.

Its eyes scanned everyone present, finally settling on the nearest monk.

There was a hint of pain in the voice of the "Uluru" alien, and it seemed to still retain the consciousness of a monk, but soon, this trace of consciousness was swallowed up by the violent power.

The alien let out a deafening roar, then leaped suddenly and pounced towards Dragon Spirit.

It was as fast as lightning and carried such powerful force that it seemed to tear the dragon spirit into pieces.

Long Ling reacted quickly, his body transformed into a streak of light, and he easily avoided the alien's attack.

The lightsaber in his hand swung, drawing mysterious trajectories in the air, forming a powerful sword energy that directly hit the alien's vital points.