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

On the other side of the Yellow Springs, on a desolate land, the shadow of an ancient tower stands between heaven and earth. Its existence seems to be a bridge connecting heaven and earth, mysterious and ancient.

As the monks uncovered the secrets of the Heavenly Tomb, the power of the ancient pagoda was restored, and it began to show unprecedented miraculous changes.

The ancient tower uses itself as the main pillar, absorbing the power of the laws of the Tianji Holy Land.

This power is like the source of life, flowing through every inch of stone bricks of the ancient tower, making it glow with vitality.

Every stone brick of the tower began to glow faintly, as if given new life.

As time went on, the lights became brighter and brighter until the entire ancient tower was shrouded in a layer of soft glow.

At the bottom of the ancient tower, mysterious green leaves began to grow on the four feet.

These green leaves are different from any other plants in the world. They are crystal clear, as if carved from jade, and each leaf radiates brilliant light.

The green leaves sway gently in the breeze, like elves dancing, and their light flickers with the rhythm of the swaying, like the brightest stars in the night sky.

The monks stood under the ancient tower, looking up at this incredible scene, their hearts filled with awe.

They knew that this was a sign of the ancient tower's power awakening and the end of their journey to explore the Sky Tomb.

Long Ling stood in the front, his eyes deep and firm. He could feel the power of the ancient tower resonating with his soul. It was an ancient and powerful force.

"In the shadow of the ancient tower, a mysterious power is awakening. We must be prepared." Long Ling's voice echoed among the monks, and there was a hint of expectation in his words.

The monks nodded, knowing that this would be the most important moment in their monastic career.

They began to sit cross-legged around the ancient pagoda, adjusting their breathing and preparing for the coming changes.

As the ancient tower absorbed more and more power of laws, the tower began to emit a stronger light.

These rays of light flow slowly along the tower like liquid, and finally gather on the green leaves at the foot of the tower.

After absorbing the light, the green leaves began to emit a brighter light. Their light began to spread around, forming a huge light shield that enveloped the entire ancient tower.

In this light shield, time seems to slow down and space becomes distorted.

The monks felt their souls surrounded by a warm force, and their bodies began to become light, as if they were about to float in the wind.

Long Ling closed his eyes and could feel the power of the ancient pagoda guiding his soul. He began to try to communicate with this power.

The soul began to rise slowly, passing through the tower body of the ancient tower, and finally reached the top of the tower. There, I saw a bright world, which was the place where the power of the laws of the Tianji Holy Land gathered.

In that bright world, Long Ling saw countless runes of laws flying. They were like living things, constantly combining and decomposing to form wonderful patterns.

These patterns contain the most profound laws between heaven and earth; they are the foundation for the operation of the universe.

The dragon spirit's soul shuttled between these law runes and began to try to understand the true meaning of these laws.

As time passed, the soul began to change and the body began to emit a faint light, which was a sign that the power of law was flowing in the body.

The monks under the ancient tower also felt the changes in Long Ling and knew that Long Ling was undergoing a spiritual transformation.

They also began to try to communicate with the power of the ancient pagoda, hoping to be baptized by the power of the law like Long Ling.

As time went by, the green leaves of the ancient pagoda began to grow more luxuriantly and the light became brighter and brighter.

The entire phantom of the ancient tower seemed to have turned into a huge tree, its branches and leaves stretching to the sky, connected to the power of the laws between heaven and earth.

The monks practiced in the light shield of the ancient pagoda, and their souls were greatly improved.

They began to understand that the power of the ancient pagoda was not just an external force, but also an inner awakening.

Only when their hearts are pure and firm enough, and they can resonate with the power of the ancient pagoda, can they truly absorb the power of the law.

In the light shield of the ancient pagoda, the monks experienced a baptism of the soul, their hearts became purer and their wills became firmer.

They began to understand that spiritual practice is not just about cultivating strength, but also a form of self-exploration and transcendence.

As the monks' souls were elevated, the green leaves of the ancient pagoda began to emit a brighter light.

These lights began to spread around, illuminating the entire desolate land.

Under the shining of this light, the desolate land began to change. The dried-up rivers began to flow again, the withered plants grew again, and everything was full of new life.

The monks stood under the shadow of the ancient tower, and their hearts were greatly shocked.

People began to understand that the power of the ancient pagoda is not only a mysterious power, but also a life force. It can awaken the vitality of life and revive all things.

Dragon Spirit is at the top of the ancient tower, and his soul has completely merged with the power of laws.

His body began to emit a dazzling light, which was a sign that the power of law was flowing in his body.

Then try to guide the power of these laws into the ancient tower, hoping to make the power of the ancient tower even stronger.

With Long Ling's efforts, the green leaves of the ancient tower began to grow more luxuriantly, and their light began to become brighter.

The entire ancient tower seemed to have turned into a huge light source, illuminating the entire world.

The green leaves of the ancient pagoda swayed in the breeze, and the light it emitted seemed to have reached its peak. However, at the pinnacle of this glory, an unknown power began to awaken deep within the ancient pagoda.

This power was different from the previous warmth and vitality. It carried a cold and fierce aura that made the monks present shudder.

Long Ling stood on the top of the tower. He could feel the fluctuation of this power and a sense of uneasiness arose in his heart.

This power does not come from the power of the laws of the Tianji Holy Land, but another power contained in the ancient tower itself, an ancient and dangerous power.

Long Ling raised his eyes slightly and walked out of the Heavenly Tomb. The phantom of this ancient tower was the same as the ancient tower in the Tianji Holy Land. It was originally a mysterious and sacred object, so why did it become the birthplace of the Nine-Wheeled Heaven?

This mysterious ancient tower is definitely extraordinary and must have its unknown side. Now they seem to have grasped something.

With the awakening of the power of the ancient pagoda's phantom, the green leaves of the ancient pagoda began to change.

They were no longer pure emerald green, but gradually became stained with a hint of blood red, as if contaminated by some evil force.

The light on the green leaves also became flickering, as if it was struggling with some force.

The monks sensed this change and stood up, looking at the ancient tower vigilantly.

The power of the ancient tower is not only positive, it also hides unknown secrets and dangers.

Suddenly, the body of the ancient tower began to shake, and a powerful breath surged out from the bottom of the tower and rushed straight into the sky.

This aura carried endless ferocity and violence, as if it was going to swallow up the entire world.

The monks felt unprecedented pressure, and their hearts were filled with fear.

"Everyone be careful, the power of the ancient pagoda is changing, and we must be prepared." Long Ling's voice echoed among the monks, and there was a hint of caution in his eyes.

The monks nodded, knowing that this would be another big test in their spiritual career.

They began to sit cross-legged around the phantom of the ancient tower, adjusting their breathing and preparing for the upcoming changes.

As the ancient tower shook more and more violently, cracks began to appear on the tower body. Streams of black gas poured out from the cracks. The black gas condensed in the air and formed hideous faces. They screamed miserably, as if they wanted to tear apart the souls of the monks.

Long Ling and the monks held their weapons tightly and watched the changes in the ancient pagoda vigilantly, knowing that this would be another big test in their cultivation career.

Suddenly, the earth began to tremble, countless cracks appeared in the ground, and mud gushed out like boiling water from hell.

The monks retreated in horror as the ground beneath their feet turned into a quagmire, swallowing up everything.

A young monk exclaimed: "What is going on? Why has the earth become like this?"

His voice was filled with fear and confusion.

"Hurry, get off the ground!" Long Ling shouted loudly, with a hint of determination in his eyes.

The monks cast spells one after another, trying to escape from the land that was turning into a quagmire.

However, the swamp swallowed people very quickly. Some monks with lower cultivation levels did not have time to escape and were swallowed by the mud, crying out desperately for help.

"No! Save me!" A monk was struggling in the mud, his body tightly wrapped in the mud, unable to move. His eyes were full of fear and despair, he knew he might not survive.

"Hold on!" Long Ling flew down and tried to pull him out of the mud. However, the power of the mud was too strong, and even Long Ling felt tremendous pressure.

She gritted her teeth, concentrated all her strength on her arms, and finally pulled the monk out of the mud.

"Thank you, Senior Long Ling!" The cultivator burst into tears of gratitude, knowing that he owed Long Ling a life.

However, the crisis is not over.

The swamp continued to expand and eventually turned into a mysterious magic sea.

The sea water was as black as ink and emitted a suffocating stench.

The monks were suspended in the air, staring in horror at the suddenly appearing sea of ​​demons.

They didn't know what unknown dangers this devil sea would bring.

"Look! What is that?" A sharp-eyed monk pointed to the center of the Demon Sea, where a huge coffin was slowly rising.

The coffin was extremely huge, as if it could hold the entire world. It was pitch black and engraved with ominous runes, emitting a terrifying aura.

"Is that... a coffin?" An elderly monk asked in a trembling voice, his eyes filled with fear.

He had never seen such a huge coffin, and had no idea why it appeared here.

"No, that's not just a coffin, it's..." Long Ling's voice suddenly became hoarse, and a hint of shock was revealed in his eyes.

He could feel the powerful force emanating from the coffin, an ancient and evil force that was enough to destroy everything.

Suddenly, the lid of the coffin slowly opened, and a stream of gray ashes floated out.

The ashes flew in the air like ghosts, emitting an ominous aura that polluted all the living things around them.

The monks felt unprecedented fear, their souls seemed to be corroded by these ashes and began to mutate.

"Ah! My body..." A monk was horrified to find that his skin began to turn gray and his muscles began to atrophy, as if his vitality was being drained away.

His voice was filled with pain and desperation.

"Quick, use magic weapons to protect yourself!" Long Ling shouted loudly, knowing that the corrosive power of these ashes was extremely strong and even magic weapons could not resist it.

The monks used their magic weapons one after another to try to resist the invasion of the ashes.

However, the power of the ashes was too strong, and the light of the magic weapon gradually dimmed under the erosion of the ashes and was eventually contaminated.

"No! My magic weapon..." A monk was horrified to find that his magic weapon began to lose its luster and became dim and dull.

He knew that once the magic weapon was contaminated, it could no longer be used.

"What's going on? Why can't even magic weapons resist these ashes?" a young monk asked in horror, his voice full of confusion and fear.