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

In the center of the ancient desert, the battle between Long Ling's white-bone Dharma image and the Demon Snake King has reached a white-hot stage.

Long Ling’s Dharma image was extremely powerful, and every attack was like the collapse of heaven and earth, shaking the entire desert.

The Skeleton Dharma Image holds a giant sword with white flames burning on the sword. Every swing carries the power to destroy everything.

Although the Demon Serpent King was powerful, it had begun to lose ground under the continuous attacks of the Dragon Spirit, and a trace of panic flashed in its eyes.

"Roar……"

At this moment, the Demon Serpent King realized that he might not be a match for the Dragon Spirit. He opened his huge mouth and let out a deafening roar towards the sky.

This roar is not only a wail of despair, but also a call, a call for power from the depths of the ancient desert.

As the roar echoed between heaven and earth, the sky of the ancient desert began to change, and layers of mysterious seals gradually appeared. They were like ancient totems, emitting a dim light.

The appearance of the seal was accompanied by mysterious forces of law that crisscrossed between heaven and earth. These forces of law moved in the air like living things. They intertwined together to form a huge net that enveloped the entire battlefield.

The monks looked up at the sky and saw countless Netherworld runes falling from the seal. They streaked across the sky like meteors, carrying with them a breath of destruction.

The moment these Netherworld runes touched the ground, they transformed into terrifying phantoms of demon snakes.

These phantoms are different from the previous purple demon snakes. They are larger and more ferocious, and each one exudes a heart-pounding aura.

The shadows of demonic snakes densely covered the sky and earth. Their eyes were like burning purple flames and they spewed black poisonous mist from their mouths.

At this moment, all the monks felt unprecedented horror. Looking at the dense shadows of demon snakes in the sky, endless fear surged in their hearts.

The large number and strong power of these demonic snake phantoms made them feel deeply powerless.

The monks looked at each other, their eyes filled with despair, some even began to tremble, with tears in their voices.

"How can we fight this? How can we defeat so many demon snakes?"

They were shocked by the magical powers of the Demon Serpent King, which were beyond their imagination.

The monks knew that if they continued like this, they would be consumed to death.

Fear spread among the monks like a plague. Their morale began to collapse and some even began to consider running away.

The dragon spirit sensed the monks' fear and knew that if they did not act quickly, the battle would end in their defeat.

He took a deep breath and shouted loudly.

"Don't panic! Although these demon snake phantoms are powerful, they are not invincible. If you want to survive, you must not disperse your formation, otherwise you will be easily wiped out by the demon snake king. Now you must unite and use magic and magic weapons to contain them, and then think of a way to deal with them!"

Long Ling's voice was like a ray of light, penetrating the haze in the monks' hearts.

They knew that Long Ling was right and they couldn't give up just like that.

The monks began to try to calm their minds, knowing that only by uniting as one could they find a glimmer of hope.

"Form a defensive formation and take turns to fight," a Universal Monk suggested, "Perhaps our strength is not enough to fight these demonic snake phantoms alone, but if we unite, we may be able to create a miracle."

The monks began to try to get closer to each other. They held hands, formed a circle, and began to recite the mantra silently, trying to connect each other's strength to form a protective shield to resist the erosion of the outside world.

As the monks' will gradually gathered, their powers began to merge with each other.

A faint light began to flicker between them, faint but firm.

The light gradually expanded and formed a light shield that protected the monks.

The phantoms of the demonic snakes tried to attack the light shield, but were bounced back and unable to penetrate.

The monks felt a glimmer of hope, knowing that only by uniting as one could they find a way out.

Long Ling watched all this, and a hint of relief flashed in his eyes.

However, as the roar of the Demon Serpent King became louder and louder, the attacks of the Demon Serpent's phantom became more crazy and fierce.

Huge tentacles fell from the sky, like the scythe of the god of death, ruthlessly reaping the lives of the monks.

Some monks lost their lives in the fierce battle, and their souls dissipated in the sea of ​​​​magic, turning into wisps of faint light and being swallowed by the darkness.

"Don't give up! Hold on!" Long Ling's voice sounded particularly firm in the chaos. The magic weapon in his hand emitted a dazzling light, and every wave took the lives of several demon snake phantoms.

The figure shuttled through the Demonic Sea like a ray of light, leading the monks forward.

The monks followed Long Ling closely. Although their hearts were filled with fear, Long Ling's figure gave them courage. Only by following Long Ling could they find hope for survival.

As the battle continued, the monks began to discover the weaknesses of the demon snake phantom.

Although they are powerful, they are not invincible.

Whenever the demon snake phantoms were hit in vital places, their bodies would turn into a wisp of black smoke and dissipate in the air.

The monks began to concentrate their firepower and attack the vital points of the demon snake phantom, and their attacks became more efficient.

Long Ling was also constantly looking for the flaws of the Demon Serpent King during the battle. Only by defeating the Demon Serpent King could this battle be ended more quickly and completely.

The white bone image moved quickly on the battlefield, with white bone energy surrounding its body. These bone energy were like living things, moving according to the will, forming an even more vast 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.

Those 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.

The battle entered the most critical moment. Long Ling and the monks knew that they could not retreat or give up.

They must use up their last bit of strength to defeat the Demon Serpent King and defeat these demon snake phantoms.

His heart was full of determination, his eyes sparkled with an unyielding light, and he was unafraid of death.

In this life-and-death struggle, the monks felt bound in their hearts, no longer afraid, no longer desperate, and began to use their own strength to fight against these powerful enemies.

They began to use their own lives to defend the lives of their companions.

"Rumble..."

The battle is still going on, Long Ling and the monks are still fighting, their figures are shuttling back and forth in the sea of ​​​​magic, and their power is crisscrossing between heaven and earth.

They used their actions to prove the indomitable spirit of mankind and the tenacity and greatness of life.

Soon, as the battle continued, Long Ling noticed a strange phenomenon.

Every time a mini demon snake dies, its body will turn into a wisp of purple smoke. The smoke does not dissipate, but is pulled by an invisible force and slowly floats towards the altar in the center of the ancient desert.

As more and more demon snakes died, the runes on the altar began to emit bright light, as dazzling as the sun.

Long Ling's heart moved, and he guessed that this altar might hide the secret of completely killing the Demon Snake King.

He immediately shouted orders to the monks.

"Don't hold back, slaughter the demon snakes! Their spirit seems to be able to activate the power of the altar!"

Although the monks were tired, they were cheered up after hearing Long Ling's orders.

They began to attack the demon snake more fiercely, putting all their strength into each attack and using every spell to the fullest extent.

As more and more demon snakes fell, the altar shook more and more violently, as if some powerful force was about to awaken.

Suddenly, the runes on the altar shot up into the sky and condensed into a golden lamp above the altar.

This precious lamp is shaped like a lotus, emitting surging fragments of laws, and an invisible wave of terror is rippling between heaven and earth.

The power of the five elements turned upside down at this moment, yin and yang and the universe were shaken, and the atmosphere of the entire ancient desert changed.

Billions of colorful clouds dropped from the Precious Lotus Lantern. These clouds were like substance, carrying the powerful force of laws, and enveloped the Demon Snake King.

The true body of the Demon Serpent King was instantly bound by the colorful clouds, and its huge body was unable to move under the entanglement of the colorful clouds.

The monks watched this scene in shock and were extremely excited. They had finally found a way to destroy the Demon Snake King.

It turns out that in order to completely destroy the Demon Serpent King, a sacrifice of the Demon Serpent's essence is needed to activate the power of the altar.

This discovery boosted the morale of the monks, and they began to slaughter the demon snakes even more frantically. The death of each demon snake provided more energy for the altar.

The Precious Lotus Lantern on the altar became brighter and brighter, and the light it emitted became stronger and stronger, until the entire ancient desert was enveloped by this light.

Long Ling watched all this with a determined light in his eyes. This was their only chance and they must seize this opportunity to completely destroy the Demon Serpent King.

He shouted loudly: "Everyone, work harder and don't let the Demon Serpent King escape!" The monks responded to Long Ling's call and attacked more fiercely. Only by constantly killing the demon snakes can they maintain the power of the altar and restrain the Demon Serpent King.

The spells and magic weapons of the universal monk fell on the group of demon snakes like raindrops, and every attack took the lives of countless demon snakes.

As more and more evil snakes died, the Precious Lotus Lantern on the altar became brighter and brighter, and the light it emitted became stronger and stronger.

These lights are not just light, they also carry powerful force of laws. These forces of laws begin to affect the entire battlefield, causing the power of the Demon Serpent King to begin to weaken.

The Demon Serpent King felt threatened and began to struggle desperately, trying to break free from Caixia's restraints.

However, the power of the Precious Lotus Lantern was too strong and its struggle was in vain.

The colorful clouds were getting tighter and tighter, the body of the Demon Snake King began to shrink gradually, its scales began to fall off, and its power began to be devoured by the colorful clouds.

The monks looked at this scene, their hearts filled with shock and joy.

They finally found a way to defeat the King of Demonic Serpents, finally saw hope of victory, and began to attack the Demonic Serpents more frantically.

Their hearts were filled with determination, knowing that if they didn't give up, they could win the battle.

The Dragon Spirit also played a key role in the battle. The White Bone Dharma Image continuously attacked the Demon Serpent King. Each attack was powerful, and each attack weakened the Demon Serpent King's power.

His white bone image shuttled across the battlefield like a ray of light, leading the monks forward.

As the battle continued, the power of the Demon Serpent King grew weaker and weaker, and its struggles became increasingly powerless.

Bound by the colorful clouds of the Precious Lotus Lantern, the Demon Snake King let out a desperate roar, and his body completely disintegrated, turning into wisps of purple smoke and dissipating in the air.

With the fall of the Demon Serpent King, the shadows of the Demon Serpents in the ancient desert also began to disappear.

They seemed to have lost their support and turned into wisps of black smoke and dissipated in the air.

The monks watched this scene, their hearts filled with joy and relief. They had finally defeated the Demon Snake King and finally escaped from this disaster.