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

As the spiritual light gathered, the ancient souls in the city of Bu Luo felt unprecedented fear.

Their existence is closely related to these wooden signs, and the disappearance of the signs means that the source of their power has been cut off.

The ancient souls roared in despair, their voices echoing in the air, filled with resentment and anger.

The body began to smoke, as if being burned by invisible flames. Its shape began to become blurred and gradually dissipated into the air.

As the ancient souls dissipated, the cultivators of Longyuan Immortal Sect also felt the influence of this mysterious force.

Many of them were badly injured in the battle, but under the illumination of the spiritual light, their wounds began to heal and their exhausted bodies regained vitality.

This power not only healed their bodies, but also purified their souls, bringing their minds unprecedented peace.

Long Ling, Zi Yang Zhenren, and Qing Xu Daoist stood in the center of the battlefield, their eyes fixed on the light pattern in the air. The emergence of this power was by no means accidental, and it must have a great connection with the secret of the Unfallen City.

They began to try to interpret the information in the light map, hoping to find clues to solve the mystery of the Never Falling City.

As time went on, the light pattern began to change. It was no longer static, but began to rotate, faster and faster, eventually forming a vortex of light.

In the center of this vortex, a huge portal slowly opened, emitting an ancient and powerful aura. This was the portal to another world.

Long Ling, Zhenren Zi Yang, and Taoist Qing Xu looked at each other, and without hesitation, they immediately walked towards the gate.

The moment they stepped into the portal, they were sucked in by a powerful suction force. They could feel their bodies being enveloped by an invisible force. The surrounding scene became blurred, and then it was dark.

When they opened their eyes again, they found themselves in a whole new world.

This world is completely different from the Unfallen City. It is full of vitality and vigor. The sky is a deep blue, the earth is covered with exotic flowers and plants, and the air is filled with the fragrance of flowers and soil.

In the center of this world, there is a huge palace. The architectural style of the palace is simple and solemn, exuding a sacred atmosphere.

Long Ling, Zhenren Zi Yang and Taoist Qing Xu walked towards the palace. When they arrived at the gate of the palace, the gate opened automatically and a powerful force led them into the palace.

Inside the palace is a huge hall with a huge altar in the center and a huge crystal ball on the altar.

The crystal ball exudes a soft light, and there seem to be countless stars rotating inside the sphere. Around the altar, there are rows of stone statues, these stone statues have different shapes, some look like dragons, some look like tigers, and some look like people. They are all ancient guardians, guarding this secret world.

Long Ling, Zhenren Zi Yang and Taoist Qing Xu walked to the altar and their eyes were attracted by the crystal ball.

As they worked, the crystal ball began to change, its light becoming brighter and brighter, and finally bursting into a dazzling light.

In this light, a huge soul shadow appeared in front of them. It turned out to be a strong man from the troll tribe. Its body was even larger than that of a bone dragon, and its eyes were full of sharp light.

"You are finally here." The soul said, his voice like thunder, echoing in the hall. "I have waited here for countless years, and finally there is a living being who can take me out."

Long Ling, Zhenren Zi Yang, and Taoist Qing Xu bowed respectfully, knowing that what they were looking at was an extremely old antique.

When the troll soul saw this, memories from the distant past flashed in its eyes.

It turns out that this world was once a holy land for the trolls, but was later closed due to a disaster. The disaster of the Unfallen City was the sequelae of the closure of this world.

The appearance of the bone dragon is a distortion of the power of this world, and those ancient souls are the undead dragon warriors trapped by the distorted power.

"To completely resolve the disaster in the Unfallen City, you must activate the treasure of the troll tribe in this city, the Ten Thousand Souls Source." The soul shadow said, "And the Ten Thousand Souls Source is in that crystal ball."

Long Ling, Zhenren Zi Yang, and Taoist Qing Xu looked at each other. They knew it was extremely difficult, but they did not back down.

They began trying to activate the crystal ball, hoping to find information about the Ten Thousand Demons Tower.

As they worked hard, the crystal ball began to emit a more dazzling light, and a powerful force burst out from the crystal ball. This force was full of vitality and vigor. It began to repair the wounds of the world and restore the balance of the world.

As the power was released, the disaster in the city of Never Fall began to ease. The distorted forces began to dissipate, the sky in the city of Never Fall began to clear, and the earth began to recover.

The cultivators of Longyuan Immortal Sect felt this power and smiled with joy on their faces. This disaster was finally coming to an end.

Long Ling, Zi Yang Zhenren, and Qing Xu Daoist stood in front of the crystal ball, their figures appearing incomparably huge in the light. That effort was not in vain, and the Unfallen City would be firmly in the hands of the Longyuan Immortal Sect from now on.

"Buzz rumbling..."

As the power of the crystal ball gradually stabilized, the figures of Long Ling, Zi Yang Zhenren, and Taoist Qingxu began to become blurred and finally disappeared in the light.

The city's sky has returned to its former blue color, and the sun shines on every brick, warm and bright.

The monks rebuilt their homes from the ruins, their faces filled with hope and determination, and every movement was filled with longing for the future.

Long Ling stood in front of the rebuilt meeting hall, gazing into the distance at the horizon. Although the disaster had passed, the responsibility of the Longyuan Immortal Sect was far from over. The city of Buluo was preparing for the Tianji Mountains, and leaving was a resting place for countless cultivators. There were also countless cultivator bandits posing a threat all around. If they were not on guard, something big would happen.

Zhenren Zi Yang was in seclusion in the training room, with the purple energy of the sun flowing in his body, and every breath he took resonated with the spiritual energy between heaven and earth.

Only by constantly improving your own cultivation can you have enough strength to face unknown challenges.

Taoist Qingxu was flipping through the ancient books left in the Buluo City, and the power of the Shangqing Dadong Sutra flowed through his fingertips.

Soon after, a new monument was built in the center of the city, engraved with the names of all the monks who died in the disaster.

Whenever night falls, a faint light will appear on the monument, as if those brave souls are guarding the city.

As time passed, the city of Buluo gradually regained its former prosperity.

The market was bustling with people, and the cries of vendors could be heard one after another.

Children were chasing and playing in the streets, their laughter ringing and melodious.

The monks were practicing martial arts in the square, swords flashing, fists whistling, and their figures were as agile as flying.

On the edge of the city, a new spiritual field was reclaimed, and green spiritual medicines thrived under the sunshine.

Deep in the city of Buluo, the elders of the Longyuan Immortal Sect continued to verify the visualization information provided by Long Ling and established a new practice team.

The technique they practiced combined Long Ling's white bone form, Zi Yang Zhenren's Great Sun Purple Qi and Taoist Qing Xu's Shangqing Dadong Sutra. The three techniques were combined into one. Even they had not expected that those cultivators would break through so quickly.

Time flies, the sun and the moon fly by.

During a late night practice, Long Ling felt a faint fluctuation. This fluctuation was different from the ordinary flow of spiritual energy. It carried a hint of ancient and mysterious aura.

True Man Zi Yang frowned, he could feel that the power contained in this wave was extraordinary, it seemed to have some connection with the power they had felt in the mysterious world before.

"Is this power the aftermath of that world?" he asked in a deep voice.

"In ancient legends, some forces can travel through time and space and affect reality." Taoist Qingxu raised his head, his eyes gleaming with wisdom, "Perhaps, this fluctuation comes from an ancient existence."

The three decided to investigate the source of this fluctuation in depth and began to set up formations around the city of Buluo, trying to capture the trajectory of this fluctuation.

As the formation was activated, the trajectory of the waves gradually became clearer, and they seemed to point deep underground in the city of Unfall.

Long Ling, Zhenren Zi Yang and Taoist Qing Xu led a group of elite disciples to explore deep underground.

They passed through the winding underground passages and finally came to a huge underground cave.

In the center of the cave, there is a huge stone platform, on which sits an ancient stone tablet. The tablet is engraved with strange runes. These runes emit a faint light, echoing the fluctuations they had felt before.

Long Ling walked forward and gently touched the stone tablet, and a powerful stream of information poured into his mind.

He saw an ancient civilization that once dominated this land and possessed great power.

However, due to a disaster, this civilization eventually fell, leaving only this stone tablet as proof of their existence.

Zhenren Zi Yang and Taoist Qing Xu also felt the power in the stone tablet and knew that the power contained in this stone tablet was a huge treasure for Buluo City.

They decided to bring the stone tablet back to Longyuan Immortal Sect and study the secrets contained therein, hoping to use it to enhance the sect's strength.

After the stone tablet was brought back to the sect, the elders of Longyuan Xianzong began to study the stone tablet and discovered that the runes on the stone tablet were an ancient language that recorded a powerful method of cultivation.

This method, combined with their existing cultivation system, can greatly enhance the strength of the cultivators.

As the secret of the stone tablet was revealed, the monks of the City of Unfall began a new round of cultivation craze.

Under the guidance of the stone tablet, they cultivated more powerful spells and martial arts, and his strength improved rapidly.

However, as their power increased, ambitions and desires began to grow in the hearts of some monks.

They longed for more power, to surpass their predecessors, and even to control the entire city. This sentiment quietly spread among the sects, and some monks began to form alliances in secret, trying to change the existing order.

"That technique is extremely strange. It can amplify the hidden desires of cultivators. The higher the realm, the heavier the impact."

Long Ling, Zhenren Zi Yang and Taoist Qing Xu noticed this change and knew that if this ambition and desire were not controlled, it would bring new disasters to the city of Buluo.

They began to strengthen the management and teaching of the sect, emphasizing that the real purpose of cultivation was to protect the land and the people, rather than to pursue personal power.

Thanks to their efforts, the monks of Bu Luo City gradually returned to the right path and rediscovered the true meaning of cultivation.

They began to pay more attention to inner cultivation and pursue harmonious coexistence with nature, and their power became purer and stronger as a result.

As time went by, Buluo City once again became a peaceful and prosperous city.

On the bustling streets of the city of Buluo, Taoist Qingxu was strolling in the market with a calm look and a leisurely pace.

Today, he did not wear the formal Taoist robe of Longyuan Immortal Sect, but changed into a simple green shirt, so as to better blend in with the crowd and understand the people's sentiments.

On both sides of the street, the cries of vendors and the laughter of children interweave into one, forming a vibrant picture.

Just as Taoist Qingxu was about to turn around and return to the sect, his eyes were attracted by a stall. This stall was not like other vendors displaying a wide variety of goods, but only a simple cloth banner with four big characters "Heaven's Secrets Can Be Predicted" written on it.

Behind the stall sat a seemingly ordinary fortune-teller, but his eyes revealed an indescribable depth.

The fortune-telling monk noticed the gaze of Taoist Qingxu, smiled slightly, and beckoned Taoist Qingxu to come over. "Master, you look extraordinary, you must be an ordinary person. Why don't you let me tell you a fortune and see what your future will be like?" The monk's voice was filled with an irresistible magic.

Taoist Qingxu frowned slightly. He didn't want to stay here, but there seemed to be some deep meaning hidden in the monk's words.

He had an idea and decided to give it a try, so he walked to the stall, picked up a pen and wrote the four words "Shangqing Lingbao" on a piece of white paper.

"These four words are the name of my sect's most precious treasure. Do you have the ability to figure out the mystery behind them?" Taoist Qingxu's voice was calm, but there was a hint of challenge in his eyes.

A gleam of light flashed in the fortune-telling monk's eyes as he took the paper.

He spread the paper flat on the stall and began to draw complicated spells in the air with his hands.

As the spell was completed, a mysterious force began to gather above the stall, and the air around it seemed to begin to tremble.

However, at this moment, something changed suddenly.

The originally clear sky suddenly became gloomy and covered with dark clouds, and an oppressive atmosphere enveloped the entire Unfall City.

The fortune-telling monk's face changed drastically, and he realized something, but it was too late.

A terrifying bolt of lightning fell from the sky without warning and struck the fortune-telling monk directly.

The power of thunder was incomparable. The fortune-teller did not even have time to scream before he was reduced to ashes. Along with his stall, he disappeared between heaven and earth.

Taoist Qingxu was so shocked by this sudden scene that he took a few steps back, with a huge wave of emotion surging in his heart.

The power of this thunder was so great that even someone with his level of cultivation felt a little frightened.

This is by no means an ordinary thunder, but an unfathomable power that contains certain laws of heaven.

The people around were also frightened by this scene and fled in panic, and the market became chaotic in an instant.

Taoist Qingxu immediately cast a spell, and a green light shot out from his hand, forming a protective shield that protected the people around him and avoided greater casualties.

After learning about this, Long Ling and Master Zi Yang also looked solemn.

The death of the fortune-telling monk was obviously because he touched some forbidden power, and this power was related to the four words "Shangqing Lingbao".