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

As the monks, led by the Dragon Spirit, explored deeper following the guidance of the altar, they passed through a desolate land and finally stepped into a mysterious ancient desert.

Above the ancient desert, nine black suns were in the sky, emitting a surging purple light with bits of cold flames lingering around, appearing extremely mysterious.

This strange astronomical phenomenon caused the temperature in the ancient desert to drop sharply, and the cold wind cut across the monks' faces like a knife, but their eyes were all focused on the center of the ancient desert.

There, a pool of three-colored liquid flowed quietly, emitting a faint light, forming a sharp contrast with the surrounding desolation.

The monks' hearts moved, and some recognized that it might be the legendary Sanyuan Divine Water, which was rumored to have the magical power to bring the dead back to life.

This news exploded among the monks like thunder, causing a commotion.

"Is it really the Sanyuan Divine Water? That's the legendary divine object!" a young monk said excitedly, with greed flashing in his eyes.

"If it really is the Three Yuan Divine Water, if we can get some, it will be of great help to our practice!" another cultivator echoed.

“However, this ancient desert is so mysterious. There must be powerful guardians around the Sanyuan Divine Water. We can’t act rashly.” An elderly monk reminded, with caution in his eyes.

Long Ling stood in front of everyone, gazing deeply at the three-colored liquid, feeling the powerful energy contained therein.

This is indeed the Sanyuan Divine Water, but he also understands that such a divine object cannot be obtained easily.

"Everyone calm down. Although the Sanyuan Divine Water is good, we must act with caution." Long Ling's voice was steady and powerful, which gradually calmed the excited monks.

"Senior Long Ling, what should we do?" asked a cultivator. Everyone's eyes were focused on Long Ling, waiting for his instructions.

Long Ling pondered for a moment, then said: "First, set up a defensive formation at the edge of the ancient desert to prevent any accidents. Then I will lead a few monks with higher cultivation to explore, and the others will wait here and be ready to respond at any time."

The monks nodded in agreement, they knew that Long Ling's decision was wise.

So, under the leadership of Long Ling, the group carefully approached the Sanyuan Divine Water.

As they approached, the wind in the ancient desert seemed to become more violent, blowing up a sky full of dust, as if trying to stop them in their tracks.

But the monks moved forward firmly, with only the mysterious Sanyuan Divine Water in their eyes.

Finally, they came to the edge of the Three Yuan Divine Water. The temperature here was even lower, and the three-colored liquid exuded a faint chill, which intertwined with the surrounding purple light, forming a dreamlike scene.

"Everyone be careful, there may be mechanisms or guardian beasts around here." Long Ling reminded. He could feel a hidden power fluctuating around.

The monks looked around nervously, the magic weapons in their hands ready to be used at any time.

However, at this moment, a low roar suddenly came from the center of the ancient desert, and then the ground began to shake, and a powerful breath surged out from under the Sanyuan Divine Water.

"Oh no, something is coming out!" Long Ling shouted. He could feel the powerful aura, which was definitely not something they could deal with easily.

Sure enough, as the vibration intensified, a huge column of water suddenly erupted from the center of the Sanyuan Divine Water, and in the water column, a huge creature slowly rose.

Its body is made of three-colored liquid, its eyes are flashing purple light, and it exudes a cold and powerful aura.

"This is the guardian beast of the Sanyuan Divine Water!" exclaimed a cultivator, his voice filled with fear.

"Don't panic, let's work together to fight it!" Long Ling shouted loudly, with a determined look in his eyes.

The monks responded immediately and quickly formed a formation, some were responsible for attack, some for defense, and some for support and treatment.

Rays of light from spells and magic weapons intertwined in the air, forming a huge net that enveloped the guardian beast.

The guardian beast let out an earth-shaking roar, and its body suddenly turned into countless three-colored liquid tentacles, attacking the monks.

The tentacles danced in the air, making a sharp sound of breaking through the air, and each swing carried great power.

The monks fought hard; their spells and magic weapons collided with the tentacles, making a deafening roar.

However, the guardian beast was too powerful, and although the monks' attacks were fierce, they still could not cause substantial damage to it.

Long Ling watched all this, his heart filled with anxiety. He knew that if they continued like this, they would be defeated by the guardian beast sooner or later, so he had to come up with a new strategy.

Just then, he noticed that the guardian beast had runes on its body similar to those on the altar in the center of the ancient desert.

His mind moved. Could it be that these runes are the key to controlling the guardian beast?

"Everyone, pay attention, attack the runes on the guardian beast!" Long Ling shouted loudly, with a glimmer of hope in his voice.

The monks immediately changed the direction of their attack and concentrated their firepower on the runes on the guardian beast.

Sure enough, as the runes were destroyed, the guardian beast's power began to weaken and its tentacles became less powerful.

"We did it!" a monk shouted excitedly, his voice filled with joy.

However, Long Ling knew that they had not yet completely won.

Although the guardian beast has weakened, it is still very dangerous and must be defeated once and for all.

"Don't relax, keep attacking!" Long Ling shouted loudly. The magic weapon in his hand emitted a dazzling light, and every swing took away some of the guardian beast's power.

Finally, with the joint efforts of the monks, the guardian beast let out a mournful cry, and its body gradually turned into three-colored liquid and flowed back into the Sanyuan Divine Water.

The monks cheered, they successfully defeated the guardian beast and could now safely collect the Sanyuan Divine Water.

However, Long Ling frowned, for he knew that there were many more unknown secrets in this ancient desert waiting for them to explore.

"Everyone, don't rush to collect the Three Yuan Divine Water. First set up defenses around it, and then send people to guard it in turns." Long Ling's voice was steady and powerful, which gradually calmed the excited monks.

The monks nodded in agreement, knowing that Long Ling's decision was wise.

So, they set up a defensive formation around the Sanyuan Divine Water and sent people to guard it in turns to prevent other unknown dangers.

As time went by, the monks began to carefully collect the Sanyuan Divine Water.

They knew that the value of this holy water was immeasurable and every drop contained powerful power.

With the fall of the guardian beast, the air in the ancient desert was filled with a strong smell of blood. The strange body turned into ominous runes and rushed in all directions.

The runes moved across the sand like living creatures. They gathered together in the desert, forming a series of heart-pounding patterns.

These patterns emit a dim light, as if they are the beginning of some ancient ritual.

Yes, the energy in the ancient desert began to surge, and the nine black suns seemed to have received some kind of call and began to slowly move towards the center, forming the image of a hunting dog swallowing the sun.

At this moment, all the monks lost their composure and felt unprecedented panic.

There were gusts of cold wind in the air, as if the seal of the ancient desert had been opened, and gusts of ominous aura surged out from the depths of the desert.

Everyone saw a large area of ​​ancient desert collapsing, and there were purple rays of light coming out. Once they fell on the cultivators, they quickly entered the cultivators' bodies, devouring their souls and purifying their bodies, and turned into purple demon snakes that grew longer day by day. These demon snakes were small and dense, and they squirmed under the cultivators' skin, as if they were about to break out of their bodies.

The monks were in a state of panic, as the purple demon snakes surged towards them like a tide, frightening them to death. They screamed and fled in all directions, but the purple demon snakes followed them closely like maggots attached to their bones.

Despair appeared on the faces of the monks; they felt death was approaching.

"Hurry, retreat to the Five-Colored Altar!" Long Ling shouted loudly, with a hint of trembling in his voice, but he still remained calm and tried to lead everyone to escape from the disaster.

When the monks heard Long Ling’s cry, it was as if they had grabbed the last straw of life, and they quickly rushed towards the five-colored altar.

The five-colored altar emitted a faint light and became their only hope.

When they entered the five-colored altar, they found that the purple magic snakes were blocked outside and could not enter.

The light on the altar seemed to have some mysterious power that could resist these evil creatures.

The monks breathed a sigh of relief, but their faces were still filled with fear.

"What's going on? Where do these evil snakes come from?" a young monk asked tremblingly, his eyes full of confusion and fear.

"This is Gu Mo's curse. It is the power released after the guardian beast fell." Long Ling said in a deep voice, with a hint of determination in his eyes. "We must find a way to break this curse, otherwise we will not be able to leave here alive."

The monks nodded, knowing that Long Ling was right.

They began to look for clues around the altar, hoping to find a way to break the curse. However, while they were busy, the purple demon snake in the ancient desert began to become more violent.

They gathered outside the altar, forming a purple ocean.

The demon snakes kept hitting the protective light shield of the altar, making a harsh hissing sound.

The light shield began to crack under the impact of the demon snake, and the hearts of the monks were once again filled with fear.

"The light shield can't hold on any longer!" a monk shouted in horror, his voice filled with despair.

"We must do something!" Long Ling shouted loudly, his eyes revealing a hint of determination, "Let's hold hands and concentrate our strength on the center of the altar, perhaps we can increase the power of the light shield."

The monks responded immediately, and he took their hands and focused their power into the center of the altar.

As power gathered, the light on the altar became brighter and the cracks on the light shield began to gradually repair themselves.

However, at this moment, the purple demon snake in the ancient desert suddenly stopped attacking.

They began to circle around the altar, forming a huge snake formation. In the center of the snake formation, a huge purple vortex slowly formed, and something seemed to be awakening in the vortex.

"What is that?" a monk asked in horror, his voice full of fear.

"I don't know, but I felt a powerful force." Long Ling said in a deep voice, with a hint of vigilance in his eyes.

Suddenly, a deafening roar came from the vortex, and a huge purple demon snake slowly rose from the vortex. The body of this demon snake was hundreds of times larger than that of an ordinary purple demon snake, and its eyes were like two purple suns, emitting a cold and powerful aura.

"This is the Demonic Serpent King!" Long Ling's voice revealed a hint of shock, "We must defeat it, otherwise none of us will be able to leave here alive."

The monks responded immediately, knowing that this was their only hope.

They began to gather their strength and prepare to attack the Demon Serpent King.

However, the power of the Demon Serpent King was too great, and each of its attacks carried destructive force.

The monks fought hard, but their attacks were like tickling to the Serpent King.

The body of the Demon Serpent King is as hard as steel, and the monks' magic weapons and spells cannot cause any substantial damage to it.

Long Ling, a cultivator with a high level of cultivation, is facing the King of Demonic Serpents, a terrifying existence formed by the power of the ancient desert curse.

In the sky, the light of the nine black suns was obscured by the momentum of the battle, and only the roar of battle and the fluctuations of energy remained between heaven and earth.

Long Ling's figure moved quickly on the battlefield, with white bone energy surrounding his body. These bone energy were like living things, moving according to his will, forming a huge white bone image.

This Dharma image towers into the clouds, with ancient runes engraved on its bones, emitting earth-shaking power.

Every time Long Ling's white bone image was swung, it carried the momentum of creating the world, rolling up the surrounding sand and forming tornadoes.

The Demon Serpent King was entrenched at the other end of the battlefield. Its body was as huge as a mountain, and its purple scales were flashing a dim light in the sun.

Its eyes were like two purple suns, emitting a cold and powerful aura.

The Demon Serpent King controls the power of heaven and earth. Every swing of its tail can cause the ground to shake, and every breath it exhales can change the color of the sky.

Its power is as deep and unfathomable as the ocean, and every attack distorts the space.

The battle began. The white bone image of Long Ling waved its huge bone arms and attacked the Demon Snake King.

The bony arm cut through the air, making a sharp whistling sound, and smashed towards the Demon Snake King with a force enough to shatter mountains.

The Demon Snake King was not in a hurry. He twisted his body flexibly and easily avoided the attack.

At the same time, its tail lashed the ground like a purple lightning, raising huge waves of sand and attacking Long Ling.

Long Ling dodged the attack of the huge wave of sand and dust with a flash of his body. He swung his white bone image again. This time, a giant sword condensed from bone energy formed at the end of the bone arm, and white flames burned on the sword.

Long Ling shouted loudly, and the giant sword cut through the void, with an unstoppable momentum, slashing towards the head of the Demon Snake King.

A trace of contempt flashed in the eyes of the Demon Serpent King. Its head suddenly became blurred, and three heads appeared in an instant.

Each head spit out energy balls of different attributes, namely purple lightning, black poisonous fog and red flames.

The three energy balls gathered in the air, forming a huge mixed energy ball, which collided with Long Ling's giant sword.

"Boom!" With a loud bang, the entire ancient desert shook.

The collision between the energy ball and the giant sword produced a huge explosion, and the shock wave of the explosion destroyed everything around it.

Both Dragon Spirit and the Demon Serpent King were repelled by this force, but they quickly stabilized their bodies and rushed towards each other again.

Long Ling's bone image became more solid, his bone energy became more intense, and each of his attacks carried the power to destroy everything.

The Demon Serpent King was not to be outdone. Its body grew even larger, and each scale of its body flashed with purple light. Each of its attacks carried the power to control the heavens and the earth.