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

As the Netherworld Blood Fruits matured, they began to fall from the branches of the Demon Tree, like fruits of doomsday, carrying the omen of destruction.

As soon as these blood fruits touched the ground, they turned into creatures with strange shapes. Their existence itself was an ominous sign, and they were surrounded by a heart-pounding dark aura.

The skin of these creatures was a dry red color, as if they were dead trees that had been drained of all their vitality. There was a faint green light flashing in their eyes, and a strange smile hung at the corners of their mouths, as if they were mocking the monks' powerlessness and fear.

Their bodies are twisted, their limbs are thin and deformed, and every step they take causes the ground to tremble, as if the very earth is shaking under their feet.

When the monks saw these creatures transformed from the Netherworld Blood Fruit, unprecedented panic surged in their hearts.

Many of them felt as if their vitality was drained away by some evil force the moment they came into contact with these creatures. Their bodies quickly shrank and turned into empty shells without their souls.

The essence, energy and spirit in the soul were ruthlessly extracted, leaving only a shriveled soul on the ground, which looked extremely strange and terrifying.

"Retreat! Don't get close to them!" an elderly monk shouted, his voice full of anxiety and fear.

The monks retreated one after another as if avoiding snakes and scorpions, their eyes filled with fear of these strange creatures.

Countless monks screamed and called for help in fear; his voice echoed between heaven and earth, but it seemed so powerless.

Some monks tried to attack these creatures with magic weapons and spells, but those attacks seemed to have no effect on them, and instead stimulated their ferocity.

"These creatures are not afraid of ordinary attacks!" shouted a young monk with a determined light in his eyes. Despite his fear, he still tried to find a way to fight these creatures.

"There is a strong demonic aura on them!" a female monk suggested, holding a talisman that was emitting a faint glow in her hand, ready to try to use the power of purification to fight these evil creatures.

The monks began to try various methods, some used fire to burn, some used ice to freeze, and some used lightning to strike, but these attacks seemed unable to cause any substantial damage to these creatures.

Rumble, along with the roars of the strange creatures, the huge magic circle in the sky seemed to be awakened, producing some kind of mysterious resonance with their roars.

The magic circle began to rotate, runes flashed, and exuded a heart-pounding power.

Suddenly, a mysterious beam of light fell from the magic circle, hitting the earth and merging with those strange creatures.

The moment the beam of light came into contact with the living creatures, their figures began to twist and deform, eventually transforming into strange black bottles.

These vases were pitch black with strange runes engraved on their surfaces, as if they were evil creatures extracted directly from the underworld.

In the black treasure bottle, demonic energy is rampant, emitting a suffocating sense of oppression.

In just a moment, many creatures were unable to escape the disaster and were swallowed by these black bottles.

The monks were horrified to find that those monks who were devoured were all, without exception, monks in the late stage of the Heavenly Spirit Realm or the Great Perfection of the Heavenly Spirit Realm.

These monks were the backbone of the cultivation world, and their disappearance was undoubtedly a huge blow to the battle against the demon tree.

It is obvious that those strange creatures are not capturing people randomly, but have a clear purpose.

They seem to be able to identify the cultivation level of monks and specifically target those with high cultivation levels.

This targeted selection made the monks feel unprecedented panic. They began to wonder whether there were more evil beings behind these creatures.

"What's going on? Why do they only capture high-level monks?" a young monk asked in horror, his voice trembling.

"These creatures seem to be looking for powerful souls as nourishment. The souls of cultivators in the Heavenly Spirit Realm are powerful, and they are the best tonic for them." An elderly cultivator answered in a deep voice, with a worried gleam in his eyes.

The monks began to try to organize themselves to protect the high-level monks, while also looking for ways to crack these black bottles.

They knew that if a solution was not found quickly, the power structure of the entire cultivation world would be completely destroyed.

"We must act immediately to stop these vases from devouring our fellow believers!" a female monk shouted loudly, her voice full of determination.

The monks began to try to attack the black vases with various spells and magic weapons, but these attacks seemed unable to penetrate the surface of the vases. Those runes seemed to have some kind of powerful protective power.

Faced with these Netherworld Soul-Devouring Bottles, the monks tried their best but were still unable to do anything to them.

They tried all kinds of spells and magic weapons, but all the attacks were like a drop in the ocean, without causing any waves.

In desperation, the monks could only rack their brains, gather together, and build a solid defense line, hoping to resist the invasion of those strange creatures.

However, as time went on, the situation became worse and worse. The magic tree seemed to be nourished by some evil power, growing bigger and bigger, with branches and leaves covering the sky and roots deep into the earth, as if it wanted to bring the whole world under its rule.

More and more strange creatures were born from the magic tree. They rushed towards the monks' defense line like a tide. Each creature exuded a powerful aura of the heavenly spirit realm, and their methods were strange and cruel.

At this moment, all the monks were horrified. They deeply realized the truth that "many ants can kill an elephant."

Although each of these strange creatures is not as strong as a high-level cultivator, their absolute advantage in numbers makes them a force that cannot be ignored.

What's more, each of these creatures has reached the realm of heavenly spirits, and their methods are extremely strange. They can actually devour the magical powers and magic of humans and transform them into their own power.

The monks were horrified to find that every time a fellow monk was devoured by these strange creatures, their power would increase.

These creatures not only devour the souls of the monks, but also their magical powers and magic power. Through some unknown means, they absorb and fuse the magical powers and magic power they devour, making themselves even more powerful.

"We must stop them from devouring our fellows!" A monk leader shouted at the top of his lungs, his eyes filled with determination and resoluteness. "Otherwise, our strength will only become weaker and weaker, while they will become stronger and stronger!"

The monks began to try new tactics. They no longer fought alone, but formed small combat teams to support each other and advance and retreat together.

They used formations and barriers to restrict the movements of strange creatures, while looking for opportunities to launch fatal attacks.

"Quick, set up a demon-trapping formation and trap them!" An elderly monk gave the command with a hint of fatigue in his voice, but more of determination.

The monks acted quickly. Using spirit stones and magic weapons as media, they drew complex array patterns in the air, forming a huge demon-trapping array.

Once the formation was activated, it immediately emitted a powerful suction force, sucking in the strange creatures around it.

"Attack now!" another monk shouted loudly, the magic weapon in his hand flashing with dazzling light and releasing powerful spells.

The monks responded one after another, and their magic weapons and spells fell like raindrops on the strange creatures in the magic trap, causing huge damage.

However, these creatures have extremely strong vitality and can continue to fight even if they are severely injured.

The battle became more and more brutal, and the monks continued to sacrifice, but they gradually figured out how to fight against these strange creatures.

They discovered that although these creatures could devour magical powers and magic, their defenses would be briefly broken at the moment of devouring.

"Now, attack their real bodies!" A monk discovered the secret, his voice filled with excitement.

The monks immediately seized the opportunity and concentrated their firepower to attack those strange creatures that were devouring their magical powers and magic.

Their attacks hit the creature's body accurately, causing fatal damage.

With screams, those strange creatures finally began to fall one by one.

Although the victory came at a heavy price, the monks finally saw a glimmer of hope.

They know that the battle is far from over, but they are no longer helpless lambs.

They will continue to fight until they find a way to completely destroy these strange creatures, or until their last drop of blood is shed.

As the battle was going on fiercely, the monks began to gradually regain ground with their newly discovered tactics. They learned to launch attacks at the moment when the strange creatures devoured their magical powers and mana. Although this tactic was dangerous, it was also extremely effective.

Every successful attack could destroy some strange creatures, but the monks also paid a huge price, and many brave monks died in the battle.

As the battle continued, the monks began to feel tired and their magic power was consumed greatly, while the strange creatures seemed endless.

The magic tree is still constantly giving birth to new creatures. They are like an inexhaustible army, attacking the monks' defenses wave after wave.

"We must find the core of the magic tree. Only by destroying it can these creatures stop being born!" A monk shouted loudly, his voice revealing a hint of despair, but more of determination.

The monks began to try to distract the strange creatures. Some monks continued to fight them, while others tried to sneak into the interior of the magic tree to find and destroy its core.

This is a difficult task, the interior of the magic tree is full of dangers, and every step may be a death trap.

"I am willing to lead the team into the magic tree and find its core!" A monk with profound cultivation stood up, with determination flashing in his eyes.

"We'll go too. One more person means more strength!" Other cultivators also responded. They knew that this was a life-threatening operation, but for the sake of survival and the future of the cultivation world, they were willing to take the risk.

These brave monks formed a team. They used formations and magic weapons to cover themselves and approached the magic tree quietly.

The inside of the magic tree is a world full of darkness and evil forces, with wriggling roots and dripping magic fluid everywhere, and the air is filled with a disgusting stench.

The team members carefully walked through the magic tree, constantly breaking the traps and obstacles set by the magic tree.

In the process, they lost some companions, but the rest of them still moved forward firmly.

Finally, after experiencing countless hardships and dangers, they found the core of the magic tree - a huge black fruit that exudes evil power. It is this fruit that constantly breeds strange creatures.

"That's it, we must destroy it!" The leading monk spoke in a firm voice, the magic weapon in his hand flashing with dazzling light, ready to launch a fatal blow.

However, just as they were about to attack, the magic tree seemed to sense their presence, and the entire tree began to shake violently. A powerful evil force burst out from the core fruit, forming a solid protective shield to protect the fruit.

"Oh no, it's protecting the core!" a monk exclaimed, his face turning pale.

The monks did not give up. They began to launch more fierce attacks, trying to break the protective shield.

Magical weapons and spells fell on the protective shield like heavy rain, making a deafening roar.

The shield began to crack under the powerful attack, but it was also repairing itself quickly.

The battle entered a fierce stage, and the monks knew that they didn't have much time.

If they cannot destroy the core fruit in a short period of time, they will be overwhelmed by the influx of strange creatures.

At this moment, a monk discovered the weakness of the core fruit of the magic tree. He shouted loudly: "Attack the southeast corner of the protective shield, the power there is the weakest!"

The monks immediately adjusted the direction of their attack and concentrated their firepower on the southeast corner of the protective shield.

With their joint efforts, the cracks in the protective shield grew bigger and bigger, and finally shattered with a loud bang.

Without the protection of the shield, the core fruit was exposed to the monks.

The leading monk launched his strongest attack without hesitation, and a dazzling light hit the core fruit.

The core fruit shattered into pieces in the violent explosion, the magic tree lost its core, and the entire tree began to collapse.

Without a new source of birth, the strange creatures' power began to rapidly decline, and they eventually fell one after another.

However, just as everyone was celebrating their victory, something strange happened.

Those destroyed black bottles did not leave any debris after falling to the ground, but decayed quickly as if corroded, turning into wisps of black smoke and dust, dissipating in the air.

With the disappearance of the Aquarius, a large number of spirits and souls were released. They gathered towards the sky with resentment and unwillingness of being imprisoned, and circled in the air like dead leaves blown by the wind.

The huge formation in the sky seemed to have some kind of mysterious attraction to these spirits and souls. It released a vast black hole, which was deep and mysterious, as if connected to another unknown world.

In the black hole, a sarcophagus can be vaguely seen. It is ancient and heavy, engraved with traces of time and complex evil runes.

As the black hole rotated, the sarcophagus slowly opened, spewing out scarlet mist like a heater, carrying a suffocating breath of death.

It seemed that some horrific existence was about to awaken from the sarcophagus. The oppressive atmosphere made the monks present feel unprecedented fear.

Those spirits and souls gathered in the sky seemed to have received some irresistible call and were absorbed into the mysterious coffin like a whale drinking water.

Every time a soul was absorbed, the evil runes on the sarcophagus would flash violently, emitting an even more terrifying light.

Horrible and ferocious images appeared as the runes flashed. They were the embodiment of the power within the sarcophagus. Each image carried a destructive aura. They roared and raged in the sky, as if they were going to drag the entire world into the abyss.

The monks watched this scene in horror, realizing that an even more terrifying enemy might be about to appear.

"Everyone, quickly form your formation and prepare for battle!" shouted a monk leader, his voice filled with unquestionable authority.

The monks immediately took action and set up powerful defensive formations around the black hole formed by the sarcophagus. At the same time, some monks with advanced skills began to try to study the evil runes on the sarcophagus, hoping to find a way to seal or destroy it.

As time went by, the scarlet mist in the sarcophagus became thicker and thicker, and the flashing of the evil runes became more and more frequent.