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

In the sky above the Unfallen City, the roar of the bone dragon was like the horn of doom, and every flap of its wings changed the color of the sky and the earth.

The huge bone wings blocked the sunlight and cast a shadow of death. The bones flashed with cold light, as if they were made of the hardest material and were indestructible.

Each bone was as sharp as a knife, and when it passed through the air, it cut cracks in the air.

Ghost fire from the underworld burned in the bone dragon's eyes. Wherever its gaze reached, everything turned to ashes. Its huge mouth opened and spit out a storm of death. Wherever it went, all living things were destroyed and no one was spared.

"Rumble..."

The ferocious tail was like a giant whip. Every swing carried the force of thunder and lightning, lashing the earth into pieces.

On the battlefield, there were mountains of corpses and seas of blood. The bodies of the monks piled up like mountains, and their blood formed rivers, dyeing the earth red.

The bone dragon's attack destroyed everything indiscriminately, whether it was monks or buildings, all were reduced to dust under its rage.

The city streets turned into slaughterhouses, houses collapsed, rubble was everywhere, and the air was filled with the smell of blood and death.

Although the monks fought hard, all their efforts seemed insignificant in the face of the power of the bone dragon.

Magical weapons and spells were shattered under the bone dragon's bony wings and sharp claws, and the body was as fragile as a piece of paper under the attack of the bone dragon.

Every attack of the bone dragon took away countless lives, and every roar made the hearts of the monks tremble.

In the sky, stars fell, like a sign of doomsday. Every impact caused a violent explosion, and huge holes were smashed into the ground, with smoke and dust rising everywhere.

Evil images circled in the air, screaming miserably. They were like evil spirits from hell, looking for souls to devour.

The killing force was boundless. The entire city was shrouded in this force, as if it had become a battlefield, a battlefield filled with only death and destruction.

In this desperate battle, the monks' courage and determination were pushed to the limit, but even so, the bone dragon was in great danger.

Under the terrifying power of the bone dragon, the monks of the Unfall City felt unprecedented despair. The sky was obscured by the bone dragon's huge body. Its every breath was like the whisper of death, filling the monks' hearts with fear.

Their spells and magic weapons seemed so powerless in front of the bone dragon, and every attack seemed like a challenge to an invincible fate.

The monks' roars echoed across the battlefield; their unwillingness and despair turned into heart-wrenching cries.

Many of them were once the best in the sect and the elites among their peers, but now they have to face the fragility and insignificance of their own lives.

"No! I can't die like this!" A young monk roared under the shadow of the bone dragon, his eyes full of unwillingness and anger.

Although the sword light was faint, he still swung it, and every swing of the sword seemed to be challenging the injustice of fate.

"There is still hope, we can't give up!" An elderly monk shouted to encourage his companions. Although his face was full of fatigue and fear, there was still firmness and indomitable spirit in his voice.

The magic weapon had been shattered by the bone dragon's attack, but he still used his body to resist, trying to buy a glimmer of life for his companions.

"what--!"

A female monk let out a heart-wrenching scream under the sharp claws of the bone dragon. Her robes were already stained red with blood, but she still refused to fall down.

She held a broken spirit tablet tightly in her hand, which was her last hope. She used up her remaining strength to throw the spirit tablet at the bone dragon, hoping to cause even a little damage.

"Why! Why do we have to suffer such a fate!" A monk roared in despair. His companions fell one after another and his mind was on the verge of collapse.

At this moment, the roar was filled with dissatisfaction with fate and fear of death, but he still waved the weapon in his hand, even though he knew it was a futile resistance.

In this desperate battle, the monks' roars, screams, and cries intertwined to form a tragic war song.

Although they were facing an unmatched enemy, the fire of indomitable spirit still burned in their hearts. Every roar was the deepest call for life, and every unwillingness was the strongest resistance to death.

“I seem to have seen this bone dragon in ancient books. Perhaps it is related to the dragons of ancient times. Those dragons have the power to control the heaven and earth, and the power contained in their bones is enough to tear the void.

As for the spirit tablets, the names on them are unclear, but a strong resentment can be felt. These may be the spirits of the defeated heroes in ancient times, sealed here by some kind of ritual to protect or curse them. "Zi Yang Zhenren retreated three steps from the bone dragon's profiteering, his face was thoughtful, and his eyes revealed a deep light.

Long Ling tightly grasped the hilt of the sword. After hearing what Master Zi Yang said, his eyes were as sharp as a blade. "This bone dragon is not a real creature, but a projection of some powerful existence. That power echoes the evil spirit between heaven and earth. It may be the product of some ancient formation or sacrificial activity.

As for the spirit tablets, they may be instruments used in ancient times to worship or suppress powerful spirits. These spirits may be bound to the Unfallen City for some reason.”

“The bone dragon represents greed, anger, and ignorance in the world. It is the embodiment of evil thoughts in the hearts of all living beings. The spirit tablets may be the instruments used in ancient times to liberate the souls of the dead. But for some reason, the salvation failed. Instead, these souls became more resentful.” The abbot of Qiguang Temple clasped his hands together and spoke in a calm and compassionate voice.

"I heard that a long time ago, the city of Bu Luo was once a battlefield, and countless heroes died here. Could the names on these spirit tablets be the spirits of those heroes? And the bone dragon, perhaps, is their common enemy, or the combination of their powers?" A young monk, his eyes full of curiosity and fear about the unknown, suddenly revealed a secret.

After hearing this, an elderly elder spoke in a hoarse voice, with a look of deep fear on his face.

"We can't jump to conclusions. The power of these bone dragons and spirit tablets is too strong. Their origins may involve even more ancient secrets in the world of cultivation."

The monks talked among themselves in fear, but no one could be sure of the truth.

Roar……

In the sky above the Unfallen City, the ancient dragon’s roar shook the earth, and its huge body covered the entire sky like a moving mountain.

The cultivators of Longyuan Immortal Sect were also shocked and terrified when faced with this tremendous killing force.

Every bone of the ancient dragon flashed with a sharp light, as if it was made of the hardest material and was indestructible.

Every swing of it carries the power to tear space apart, and any object that comes into contact with it will be cut in half in an instant.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, and blood-red raindrops poured down, like the wrath of God falling on every inch of land in the Unfallen City, adding to the terrifying atmosphere of the ancient dragon.

Spirit tablets can even manipulate evil spirits and summon phantoms of bone dragons to attack. Their power is closely related to the spirit tablets. Whenever a spirit tablet is destroyed, the power of the corresponding ancient soul will be significantly weakened.

The ancient souls seemed immortal. Even if they were hit, they would turn into a wisp of black smoke, then condense into shape again and continue to attack.

And under the cover of the ancient souls, the phantoms of bone dragons danced wildly in the sky. Their attacks became more fierce, and each attack carried destructive power, forcing the monks to resist with all their strength.

A large number of stars fell from the sky and hit the earth like meteorites. Each impact caused a violent explosion, leaving huge holes in the ground and causing smoke and dust to rise.

Endless evil images circled in the sky, emitting shrill screams, like evil spirits in hell, looking for souls to devour, plunging the entire city into a weird atmosphere.

Faced with such a scene, the monks felt unprecedented pressure.

Above the ruins of the Unfallen City, the sky was shrouded in the shadow of a bone dragon, and the monks' despair and roars echoed in the air.

However, in this chaos and fear, three powerful men from the Longyuan Immortal Sect - Long Ling, Zhenren Ziyang, and Taoist Qingxu - stepped forward and used their respective magical powers to engage in an earth-shaking duel with the Bone Dragon.

Long Ling's figure quickly expanded on the battlefield, and a huge white bone statue towered into the clouds. Its bones were crystal clear and emitted a cold white light.

Every step he took made the earth shake, and every breath he took was like a storm.

In the hand of Long Ling's white bone form, he held a giant sword made of bones. The sword was engraved with ancient dragon runes. Every time it was swung, it carried the power to tear the void.

True Man Zi Yang stood at the other end of the battlefield, his body surrounded by a thick layer of purple aura like the sun.

This purple energy was like a substance, forming a purple light ball beside him. The figure of Zi Yang Zhenren was looming in the light ball. He made seals with his hands and muttered something.

As he chanted the spell, the sun in the sky seemed to respond to his call. Purple beams of light fell from the sky and gathered on him, making his figure extremely dazzling.

Every attack of Master Zi Yang carries the heat of the sun and the mystery of purple energy. His Great Sun Purple Energy Palm can easily burn the bone wings of a bone dragon, causing it to roar in pain.

Taoist Qingxu was suspended in the center of the battlefield, his body covered by a layer of faint green light, which was the power of the Shangqing Dadong Sutra.

His voice was like the long ringing of an ancient bell, echoing over the battlefield, and every word carried supreme majesty and power.

As he chanted, the spiritual energy between heaven and earth began to gather towards him madly, forming a huge spiritual energy vortex.

Taoist Qingxu's hands drew mysterious tracks in the air. Each track was accompanied by green light. These lights condensed into strings of mysterious talismans in the air, as bright as stars.

The battle began, and Long Ling's white bone image launched the attack first.

He swung the giant sword, and the sword energy was like a white dragon, cutting through the sky and pointing directly at the bone dragon's vital points. The bone dragon roared and flapped its bone wings, stirring up a gust of wind, trying to resist the dragon spirit's attack.

However, Dragon Spirit's sword energy was so sharp that it easily tore through the Bone Dragon's defense, leaving deep scars on its body.

True Man Zi Yang was not to be outdone. His Big Sun Purple Qi Palm was like a purple meteor, streaking across the sky and striking the bone dragon's head.

A trace of fear flashed in the bone dragon's eyes. It tried to dodge, but Master Zi Yang's attack was too fast, and it could only barely block it with its bone wings.

However, the heat from the purple energy of the sun caused its bone wings to begin to melt, and the bone dragon let out a painful roar.

Taoist Qingxu placed a series of talismans from the Shangqing Dadong Sutra in the air. These talismans formed a huge formation in the air, trapping the bone dragon inside.

In the formation, beams of green light were like chains, wrapping around the bone dragon's body and restricting its movements.

The bone dragon struggled, trying to break free from the restraints, but Taoist Qingxu's talisman was so strong that it could not break free.

The attacks of Long Ling, Zhenren Zi Yang, and Taoist Qing Xu were like a violent storm, one wave after another, making the Bone Dragon overwhelmed.

Cracks began to appear on the bone dragon's body, and its bones began to creak, as if they would collapse at any time.

However, the bone dragon was a powerful being after all, and it launched a final counterattack in desperation.

It opened its huge mouth and spit out a black breath of death. This breath contained endless power of death and destruction. Even the white bone form of the dragon spirit did not dare to take it head-on and could only retreat temporarily.

Zi Yang Zhenren's Great Sun Purple Energy Palm collided with the bone dragon's death dragon breath, causing a violent explosion. Purple and black energy intertwined in the air, forming a huge energy storm.

Taoist Qingxu's talisman swayed in the storm, but his voice was firm and he continued to chant the Shangqing Dadong Sutra to maintain the stability of the formation.

The battle entered a white-hot stage. Long Ling, Zi Yang Zhenren and Qing Xu Taoist priest used their magical powers continuously. Their figures shuttled across the battlefield, engaging in a life-and-death contest with the bone dragon.

Each of their attacks carries supreme power, and each of their defenses is as solid as a rock.

"Rumble..."

Finally, in a violent explosion, the bone dragon's skeleton began to collapse, and its body could no longer hold on under the continuous attacks of Long Ling's sword energy, Zi Yang Zhenren's Great Sun Purple Energy, and Taoist Qingxu's talismans.

The bone dragon let out its final wail, and its body disintegrated in the air, turning into countless bone fragments that fell on the ruins of the Unfallen City like a bone rain.

Long Ling, Zhenren Zi Yang and Taoist Qing Xu were standing on the battlefield, although they were physically exhausted.

As the bone dragon's final wail echoed in the sky above the Never Falling City, its huge body finally couldn't withstand the continuous heavy blows and disintegrated. Countless bone fragments fell from the sky, like a rain of death, covering the entire battlefield.

However, just as these bone fragments were about to touch the ground, a mysterious force suddenly erupted, and they turned into sparkling dragon scales, emitting dazzling light.

These dragon scales are not ordinary scales. They are the crystallization of the bone dragon's power during its lifetime and contain the purest power of the dragon clan.

As the dragon scales fell, the moment they touched the earth, they turned into rays of light, like shooting stars across the night sky, beautiful and mysterious.

These spiritual lights did not disappear, but formed trails of light between heaven and earth. They intertwined and rotated in the air, and finally converged into a huge light map, like an ancient star map or a mysterious talisman.