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

In the fierce battle between Dragon Spirit and the Fire Giant and Fire Phoenix, the monks of Tianji Holy Land witnessed an unprecedented power showdown.

The skeletal form of the dragon spirit danced with a lightsaber in the fire storm. Every swing was accompanied by a sound of breaking through the air, striking directly at the chest of the fire giant.

The fist of the fire giant was like a burning meteorite, smashing towards the monks with a sound of breaking through the air, but Long Ling's lightsaber could always block the fatal blow at the critical moment.

The fire phoenix circled in the air, and every flap of its wings brought up waves of heat, forming fire storms that swept across the entire battlefield.

The monks had to disperse to avoid being engulfed by the fire storm.

The fire dragon shuttled across the ground, its tail like a giant whip. Every swing of its tail brought up gusts of wind, blowing the monks away.

There was a determined light in Long Ling's eyes. She knew that only by concentrating all her strength could she break the shackles of the nine fire wheels.

She shouted loudly: "We must concentrate all our strength to attack when the fire wheel rotates to that position!" The monks obeyed her command and began to accumulate strength, preparing to launch a fatal blow at the critical moment.

At this moment, an even more powerful aura suddenly burst out from the ruins of the fire wheel.

This breath was full of ancient and wild power. It raged in the air, setting off violent whirlwinds.

The monks felt an unprecedented sense of oppression, their heartbeats accelerated, and the spiritual energy in their bodies began to become restless.

Suddenly, a deafening roar came from the ruins of the fire wheel. The sound was like thunder, which hurt the monks' eardrums and made them step back involuntarily.

As the roar subsided, nine huge figures slowly emerged from the fire and smoke.

These figures are dozens of feet tall and have different shapes. Some look like fire giants, some look like fire phoenixes, and some look like fire dragons.

Each of these creatures exudes a powerful aura, and their power seems to be closely related to the nine fire wheels. The collapse of the fire wheels seems to have awakened them.

The monks were horrified to find that these creatures were not ordinary creatures, but were condensed from fire and spiritual power.

Long Ling shouted loudly: "Their power is very strong, we must be careful when dealing with them!" The monks immediately became alert.

The fire giant attacked first. His fist was like a burning meteorite, smashing towards the monks with a sound of breaking through the air.

The monks immediately used their spells and magic weapons to try to resist the attack of the fire giant.

The Flame Phoenix circled in the air, and every flap of its wings brought up waves of heat, forming fire storms that swept across the entire battlefield.

The monks had to disperse to avoid being engulfed by the fire storm.

The fire dragon shuttled across the ground, its tail like a giant whip. Every swing of its tail brought up gusts of wind, blowing the monks away.

The Skeleton Dharmadhatu wielded the lightsaber with both hands. Every swing was accompanied by a sound of breaking through the air, and it hit the fire giant's chest directly.

There was a determined light in Long Ling's eyes. She knew that only by concentrating all her strength could she break the shackles of the nine fire wheels.

She shouted loudly: "We must concentrate all our strength to attack when the fire wheel rotates to that position!"

The monks followed her command and began to accumulate strength, preparing to launch a fatal blow at the critical moment.

Following Long Ling's command, the monks began to attack in an orderly manner.

They were divided into small groups, with each group responsible for a fire creature, using their own spells and magic weapons to carry out targeted attacks.

Although the fire giant was powerful, it began to waver under the joint attack of the monks.

The flaming phoenix circled in the air, trying to engulf the monks with a storm of fire.

But the monks had learned how to dodge and resist. They used formations and magic weapons to form protective shields to resist the invasion of the fire storm.

The flaming dragon shuttled across the ground, trying to knock the monks away with its tail.

But the monks have learned how to use the terrain and their body movements to flexibly avoid the attacks of the fire dragon.

They used mountains and valleys to form natural barriers to resist the attack of the fire dragon.

As the battle continued, the power of the fire creatures began to weaken.

The monks seized the opportunity and launched a final attack.

The white bone image of the dragon spirit wielded the lightsaber and struck directly at the chest of the fire giant.

The fire giant let out a deafening roar, but eventually fell down.

The Flame Phoenix circled in the air, attempting a final resistance with a storm of fire.

But the monks have learned how to use formations and magic weapons to form protective shields to resist the invasion of the fire storm.

As the Fire Phoenix and the Fire Dragon fell, the nine fire wheels turned into nine mysterious islands, guarding a dazzling divine pearl.

The magic pearl radiated brilliant light, as if it contained endless power.

At this time, the patriarchs of the eight major forces appeared with their respective tribesmen.

There was a terrifying light wriggling on their bodies, and they were filled with fierce murderous intent.

As soon as he appeared, he began to issue orders and massacre the monks of the universe.

The patriarch of the Golden Cavalry Clan rode a golden warhorse, holding a golden spear, and led his people into the battlefield. The golden armor shone brightly in the sun, and every charge brought with it powerful force, knocking the monks away.

The patriarch of the Chongzui tribe held a black sword in his hand and led his people to carry out assassinations. His figure was like a ghost, shuttling across the battlefield. Every time he appeared, he brought a powerful attack, hitting the monks' vital points directly.

The patriarch of the Shentian tribe held a golden scepter and led his people to cast powerful spells. The spells were like divine soldiers sent from heaven. Every attack carried great force and defeated the monks.

The leader of the Jiaomo tribe held a flaming spear and led his people in a fire attack. The fire attack was like hellfire. Each attack carried great power and burned the monks to ashes.

The leader of the Bronze Sparrow tribe held a bronze longbow and led his people in long-range attacks. The arrows were like meteors, and each shot carried great force, piercing through the monks.

The patriarch of the Chenlun tribe held a heavy war hammer and led his people in melee attacks. The war hammer was like a mountain. Every time it was swung, it brought great force and knocked the monks away.

The patriarch of the Blood-Swallowing Clan held a blood-red sword and led his people in a bloody attack. The attack was like a sea of ​​blood. Every attack carried great force and killed the monks.

The patriarch of the Zhan Xi clan held the Zhan Xi clan's seal in his hand and led his clansmen in command. His command was like a war drum. Every time he gave command, it brought with it powerful force and defeated the monks.

Faced with the attacks from the eight major forces, the monks were caught in a bitter battle.

Although they resisted bravely, they seemed to be somewhat powerless in the face of the powerful force of the eight major forces.

Long Ling looked at the battlefield with a determined light in his eyes. Only by uniting the strength of all cultivators could they fight against the eight forces that suddenly appeared.

"Boom..." Cracks suddenly appeared in the sky, as if the sky was torn apart by an invisible giant hand.

From those cracks, gusts of icy wind mixed with biting chill blew down, causing all the creatures present to shiver involuntarily.

Then, a silver-white figure slowly emerged from the crack. There was no sign of it appearing at all, as if it had descended directly from nothingness into this world.

The silvery-white figure was shrouded in a hazy glow, making it impossible to see its true features. One could only vaguely sense that beneath the glow there was a face devoid of any emotion.

With the appearance of the silver-white figure, the surrounding air seemed to solidify, and a strong force of nothingness rippled from his body. This force was so strong that even time and space seemed to be distorted.

The sounds of fighting on the battlefield became distant and blurred at this moment, and all eyes were attracted by this mysterious figure.

The voice of the silver-white figure was hoarse and low, as if it was a call from another world. The words were filled with an unquestionable command and a heart-pounding madness: "My men, kill them, and the Tianji Holy Land will be ours. For the future of our people, you must sacrifice your lives."

"Receive the order of God!"

As the words fell, the people of the eight major forces seemed to be injected with a dose of adrenaline. There was a fanatical light flashing in their eyes, and the will to fight was like a blazing flame, burning all their reason and fear.

They let out earth-shaking roars and rushed towards the monks' defense line recklessly, with each attack carried out with the determination to die.

The monks were shocked by this sudden horrific scene, and unprecedented fear surged in their hearts.

Many of them were warriors who had experienced countless battles, but faced with such a figure filled with the power of nothingness, they felt deep powerlessness and despair for the first time.

The appearance of the silver-white figure was like the incarnation of the god of death, shrouding the entire battlefield in a shadow of death.

The monks began to think of retreating. If they did not retreat quickly, they would be swallowed up by this terrifying force.

However, just as the monks were preparing to retreat, the silver-white figure suddenly moved.

The figure left a trail of afterimages in the sky, and every movement was accompanied by cracks in space.

A long sword condensed from the power of nothingness suddenly appeared in his hand. The sword body flashed with a cold light, as if it could cut everything.

The silver-white figure waved a sword and attacked the monks' defense line.

Each sword carried destructive power, easily tearing through the protective shields carefully arranged by the monks and shattering their formations and magic weapons one by one.

In the face of this force, the monks were like fragile pieces of paper and were easily torn and destroyed.

The screams, roars and wails on the battlefield intertwined to form a horrific symphony.

The silver-white figure was like the conductor of this symphony, and every swing of the sword brought the music to a new climax.

The monks struggled in this horrific scene, trying to find a glimmer of hope, but the power of the silver-white figure was too strong and all their efforts seemed in vain.

Led by the silver-white figure, the clansmen from the eight major forces swept across the battlefield like an unstoppable torrent, breaking down the monks' defenses one by one.

Long Ling stood at the front line of the battlefield, his eyes firm and deep, as if he could see through all the fog on the battlefield.

The battle has reached the most critical moment. If we don't get reinforcements in time, we will face the danger of being wiped out.

"We must hold our position and wait for reinforcements." Long Ling's voice rang out over the battlefield, with an unquestionable tone in his voice.

When the monks heard Long Ling's voice, the fear and fatigue in their hearts were dispelled a little.

Long Ling is their leader and the hope in this battle. As long as Long Ling is still there, there is a possibility of victory.

"Lord Long Ling, I believe in you." A young monk shouted loudly, his voice full of trust and respect for Long Ling.

Long Ling nodded and glanced at every cultivator. They were all heroes in this battle, defending the Tianji Holy Land with their lives and blood.

"Everyone, unite and fight these enemies together." Long Ling's voice sounded again, with an inspiring power in his voice.

When the monks heard Long Ling's words, the fighting spirit in their hearts was rekindled.

They began to reorganize their defenses, preparing for the next round of attacks from the eight major forces.

At this moment, the silver-white figure in the sky issued another order: "Men, don't give them a chance to breathe, attack with all your strength!"

When the people of the eight major forces heard the order, they immediately accelerated the pace of their attacks.

Their attacks were like a storm, constantly impacting the monks' defenses.

Under the leadership of Long Ling, the monks began to fight hard, using formations and magic weapons to form a series of protective shields to resist the attacks of the eight major forces.

At the same time, they also used the terrain and body movements to flexibly avoid enemy attacks.

The battle became more and more intense, and both sides were constantly consuming their strength.

Although the monks were tired, their will became stronger and stronger.

At this moment, a deafening roar suddenly came from the sky.

The monks looked up and saw cracks appearing in the sky, with dazzling light emanating from the cracks.

"Reinforcements are coming!" Long Ling shouted loudly, with an uncontrollable excitement in his voice.

When the monks heard Long Ling's words, the fatigue and fear in their hearts were swept away. As long as reinforcements arrived, they would have a chance of victory.

Figures slowly emerged from the cracks.

They wear colorful robes, hold various magical weapons, and exude a powerful aura. They are the backup force of the major sects.

As soon as he arrived, he immediately joined the battle and used his own strength to help the monks resist the attacks of the eight major forces.

The battle became more and more intense, and both sides were constantly consuming their strength.

At this moment, the silver-white figure in the sky suddenly let out a roar, and the figure suddenly became blurred, as if it was about to disappear into the air.

"Not good!" Long Ling shouted loudly, with anxiety in his voice.

"Men, charge!" the silver-white figure shouted loudly. The figure suddenly became clearer and led the people of the eight major forces to launch a more violent attack on the monks' defense line.

The patriarchs of the eight major forces took the lead and went after the retreating monks from the universe.

They knew that those monks were already at the end of their strength. If they were not killed and allowed to return to recuperate, they would be a formidable enemy and all of Jiulun's plans would be in vain.