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

In the ancient tower battlefield of the Tianji Holy Land, the flames of battle were like immortal stars, illuminating the entire night sky.

The monks of the Nine Wheels and Eight Clans were originally full of confidence, but they felt unprecedented shock and panic in the face of the strange tactics of the monks of the Qiguang Temple.

They never thought that those seemingly peaceful bald monks could restrain the power they were proud of in such a clever way.

As the battle progressed, the strong men from the Nine Wheels and Eight Clans realized the severity of the situation.

They originally set their sights on the Monks of the Universe, attempting to defeat their opponents in one fell swoop with overwhelming force.

However, the appearance of monks from Qiguang Temple completely disrupted their plans.

These monks did not engage them head-on, but instead adopted a guerrilla tactic to deplete their fighting power.

The strong men from the eight clans roared angrily and decided to change their target, directing their attacks at the monks of Qiguang Temple.

They believed that only by eliminating these monks could they regain the initiative on the battlefield.

"Shameless monks, today is your doom!" A Nine-Wheel monk was so angry that his face turned blue. He waved the long sword in his hand and led his people to charge at the monks.

However, the monks of Qiguang Temple were not afraid. They chanted Buddhist scriptures with determination in their eyes.

Under the leadership of Master Huiguang, they shuttled through the battlefield in a posture that was almost like dancing.

"Amitabha, the time has come to save all sentient beings and accumulate merit!" Master Huiguang chanted loudly, his voice echoing over the battlefield, inspiring the hearts of every monk.

Faced with the siege from the nine circles and eight clans, the monks did not choose to resist.

They dispersed flexibly in groups, like streaks of light and shadow, shuttling through the enemy's encirclement.

Whenever they found a lone Nine-Wheeled Monk, they would quickly gather and subdue him with a many-to-one ratio.

This tactic made the monks of the Nine Wheels and Eight Clans feel extremely depressed.

They were used to head-on confrontations and were helpless against these guerrilla tactics.

Whenever they were ready to concentrate their forces to encircle and suppress the monks, they found that the enemy had already disappeared in the fog of the battlefield.

What made the Nine-Wheeled Monks even more angry was that whenever they were about to give chase, the monks would emerge from all directions and launch a surprise attack on them.

This tactic made the monks of the Nine Wheels and Eight Clans exhausted, but they were helpless.

"These monks are so shameless!" A Nine-Wheel Monk roared in frustration, his face full of anger and helplessness.

However, the monks of Qiguang Temple have a different understanding of this. Fighting is not just for victory, but also to reduce killing and save all living beings.

Every action they take is to alleviate the suffering caused by the war.

"Our actions may not be understood, but our purpose is correct." Master Huiguang said to his disciples during a break in the battle, "We must use our own way to bring peace to this battle."

As the battle continued, the monks from the Nine Wheels and Eight Clans began to feel tired.

Although their attacks were fierce, they were unable to exert their full power in the face of the monks' guerrilla tactics.

On the contrary, the monks became more and more courageous as the battle went on, and their Buddhist power played a huge role on the battlefield.

In a fierce confrontation, a Nine-Wheeled Monk was besieged by several monks. Under the illumination of the Buddha's light, his body gradually became illusory, and finally turned into a wisp of green smoke and dissipated in the air.

"No!" A strong man from the Nine Wheels and Eight Clans witnessed this scene, his eyes filled with anger and sorrow.

He brandished the weapon in his hand and attacked the monks frantically.

However, the monks were not intimidated by his anger and continued to dodge his attacks with their agility while looking for opportunities to counterattack him.

As the battle became more intense, the monks from the Nine Wheels and Eight Clans began to feel despair.

They found that no matter how hard they tried, they could not break the monks' tactics.

These monks were like ghosts on the battlefield, always delivering a fatal blow to their opponents when they were most tired and vulnerable.

"Amitabha, may your souls rest in peace." After each battle, Master Huiguang would recite Buddhist scriptures to pray for the souls of the fallen monks.

As the battle progressed, the monks from the Nine Wheels and Eight Clans gradually began to realize that they might not be able to defeat these monks.

The power of these monks' Buddhist teachings and their unique tactics made them feel deeply powerless.

"Can we... can we really win?" a Nine-Wheel Monk asked breathlessly during a break in the battle.

His eyes were filled with confusion and fear, and he began to doubt whether they could really defeat these monks and whether they could really win the battle.

However, just as they were in despair, a deafening roar suddenly sounded from the sky above the battlefield, and golden rays of light descended from the sky, illuminating the entire battlefield.

"Reinforcements are coming!" a Nine-Wheel monk shouted angrily, with a glimmer of hope rekindled in his eyes.

With the arrival of reinforcements, the monks of the Nine Wheels and Eight Clans began to regain their spirits.

"They know that as long as they can hold on, there is still hope of victory.

Rumble…

The battle became more and more intense, and both sides were trying their best to try to achieve the final victory in this battle that concerned the fate of the Tianji Holy Land.

The monks of Qiguang Temple are still moving around the battlefield. Their Buddhist power and their unique tactics have become a force that cannot be ignored on the battlefield.

Their goal is not personal glory, but the well-being of all beings.

"Amitabha, may this battle end soon and may all sentient beings find peace." Master Huiguang chanted Buddhist scriptures under the illumination of Buddha's light. His voice echoed over the battlefield, bringing a sense of peace to the battle.

"Boom bang bang..."

The ancient tower battlefield in the Tianji Holy Land was filled with smoke, and the confrontation between the cultivators of the Nine Wheels and Eight Clans and the cultivators of the Universe had entered a white-hot stage.

"If you don't go to hell, who will? May the Buddha and the demon master bless you!" the monks of Qiguang Temple shouted, with a strange firmness and compassion in their voices.

In their eyes, these Nine-Wheel Monks are not only enemies, but also sentient beings who need to be saved.

The monks' behavior caused the monks of the Nine Wheels and Eight Clans to feel unprecedented confusion and panic.

They were like gangsters, specifically attacking the hair of the Nine-Wheeled Monks, using special flames to burn their hair clean, leaving their heads bald and their clothes burned black.

"What's going on? What are they doing?" a Nine-Wheeled Monk shouted angrily. His hair had just been burned off by a monk's flames. His face was full of anger and confusion.

"They are saving us and making us become monks like them." Another monk said with a wry smile. His clothes were burnt to tatters and he looked very disheveled.

As the monks took action, a strange scene appeared on the battlefield.

The monks from the Nine Wheels and Eight Clans all became bald, and their clothes were burnt into tatters, while the monks from the Qiguang Temple blended into the crowd, and soon no one could spot them.

"This... this is simply a great shame and humiliation!" A high-ranking cultivator from the Nine Wheels and Eight Clans was so angry that his face turned blue. He felt extremely angry and humiliated when he saw his clansmen having their heads shaved.

"We must fight back and not let them act so recklessly!" another high-ranking monk said angrily, with revenge flashing in his eyes.

However, just as the monks of the Nine Wheels and Eight Clans were preparing to fight back, they discovered that those monks had infiltrated their ranks and began to launch a sneak attack.

These monks shaved their heads, wore tattered clothes, and mingled with the Nine-Wheeled Monks, making them difficult to recognize.

"Look, that monk is right there!" A nine-wheeled monk pointed at a bald monk and shouted. He had just seen the "monk" secretly reciting Buddhist scriptures.

"Kill!" With the order, the nine-wheeled monks attacked the "monk" one after another.

However, when they got closer, they found that the "monk" suddenly turned into a monk. Golden Buddha light emanated from his body and he easily resisted the attack of the Nine-Wheel Monk.

"This...how is this possible?" A Nine-Wheel Monk shouted in horror, unable to believe his eyes.

"Amitabha, put down your butcher knife and become a Buddha right now." The monk chanted the Buddhist scriptures, and there was a strange power in his voice that made the attacks of the Nine-Wheeled Monk weak and powerless.

As the battle continued, more and more Enneads became troubled by the monks' tactics.

They found themselves unable to distinguish friend from foe, and every attack could result in accidental injury to their companions.

"What's going on? Why are our people decreasing in number?" A high-level cultivator from the Nine Wheels and Eight Clans shouted in horror. He felt extremely panicked as he watched his clansmen fall one by one.

"We must retreat. We can't go on like this!" another high-ranking monk said anxiously, his eyes filled with fear.

"Retreat? How can we retreat? Our people are being slaughtered!" a high-ranking monk shouted angrily. He could not accept the decision to withdraw.

"If we don't retreat, our losses will be even greater. Those monks are too cunning, we have no way of dealing with them." Another high-ranking monk analyzed calmly, with a rational gleam in his eyes.

As the high-level monks debated, the monks of the Nine Wheels and Eight Clans began to waver.

Their confidence began to crumble and their will to fight weakened.

At the same time, the monks of the universe were also stunned by this scene.

They felt an inexplicable fear as they looked at the monks from the Nine Wheels and Eight Clans having their heads shaved one by one.

"These... these monks are too scary." A Universal Monk said tremblingly, with a hint of fear in his voice. "Although their actions are somewhat unscrupulous, the effect is surprisingly good." Another Universal Monk whispered, with a gleam of admiration in his eyes.

"If you can do it, go ahead. Your life is about to be lost, what else can you do?" A monk from the universe retorted with a hint of determination in his eyes.

As the discussion deepened, more and more monks from the Universe began to accept the tactics of the monks from Qiguang Temple.

They began to imitate the monks' practices, shaving their heads, wearing tattered clothes, and blending in with the Nine-Wheeled Monks to launch sneak attacks.

"Amitabha, may your souls rest in peace." Whenever a Nine-Wheeled Monk fell down, monks would chant Buddhist scriptures to pray for their souls to be reborn.

As the battle continued, the monks of the Nine Wheels and Eight Clans began to feel despair.

They found that they could no longer control the situation on the battlefield. Their companions fell one by one, while those monks were like ghosts, appearing everywhere.

"We must retreat, otherwise all our people will die here." A high-level cultivator from the Nine Wheels and Eight Clans shouted in despair, his eyes filled with fear.

"Retreat? How can we retreat? We have finally entered this place, after thousands of years of planning, is everything going to go to waste?" another high-level monk shouted angrily, unable to accept the decision to retreat.

"In the face of life, what does this mean? Only by being alive can there be hope?" A high-level monk said calmly, with a rational light in his eyes.