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

As the scarlet mist in the sarcophagus grew thicker and the evil runes flashed more frequently, the monks felt unprecedented pressure.

They knew that they had to act as soon as possible, otherwise once the being in the sarcophagus fully awakened, the entire world would face a catastrophe.

Under the command of the monk leader, everyone quickly set up powerful defensive formations. These formations were made up of the most exquisite talismans and spirit stones, flashing with various colors of light, forming an indestructible line of defense.

At the same time, some monks with advanced cultivation began to study the evil runes on the sarcophagus, hoping to find a way to seal or destroy it.

Rumble…

At this moment, the scarlet mist in the sarcophagus suddenly rolled violently, and a powerful breath burst out from the sarcophagus, causing the surrounding space to begin to distort.

The monks felt a strong sense of oppression, as if a mountain was pressing on their chests, making it difficult for them to breathe.

"Everyone be careful, it's coming out!" The monk leader warned loudly, the long sword in his hand had already been unsheathed, and powerful spiritual power was flowing on the sword.

Suddenly, the lid of the sarcophagus was pushed open by a huge force, and a huge figure slowly stood up from the sarcophagus.

This was a horrific war corpse wearing ancient armor and with a hideous face. There was a blood-red light flashing in its eyes, and the aura emanating from its body made all the monks present feel deeply terrified.

"You ants dare to disturb my sleep. Today is your doomsday!" The voice of the war corpse was like thunder, shaking everyone's eardrums.

The monk leader took a deep breath and responded loudly: "Don't be afraid. For your own future, you must fight your way out!"

The battle broke out instantly, and the monks took out their magic weapons, cast their strongest spells, and launched a fierce attack on the corpses.

However, the power of the war corpse was far beyond their imagination. It was filled with murderous aura, and every wave of its hand could easily tear apart the space and dissolve the attacks of the monks.

The war corpse sneered and waved his hands violently. A black beam of light fell from the sky and hit the monks' defensive formation directly.

"Rumble..."

The formation began to crack under the impact of the light column, and the monks hurriedly increased the input of spiritual power in an attempt to stabilize the formation.

At this moment, a young monk suddenly rushed out of the formation, his eyes determined, the long sword in his hand flashing with dazzling light, and stabbed directly into the chest of the war corpse.

The war corpse smiled contemptuously and slapped the young monk with his palm. The powerful force knocked him away and he fell heavily to the ground. His life or death was unknown.

"No!" The monk leader roared, his eyes red. He knew that he could no longer hold back his strength and had to go all out.

The monk leader summoned his own magical weapon, a giant sword forged from thousand-year-old black iron, with ancient talismans engraved on the sword.

He injected all his spiritual power into the giant sword, which made a deafening roar and the space around the sword began to distort.

"Take my sword!" The monk leader shouted, swung his giant sword, and a huge sword energy rushed straight towards the Lord of the Underworld.

A trace of solemnity finally appeared in the eyes of the war corpse. It formed seals with its hands, and a black light shield appeared in front of it, trying to resist the impact of the sword energy.

The sword energy collided with the light shield, making a deafening noise, and the entire world trembled.

The light shield began to crack under the impact of the sword energy, and finally shattered with a loud bang.

Although the sword energy weakened, it still hit the chest of the corpse, leaving a deep wound.

The war corpse roared angrily. It had never thought that these monks could actually hurt it. A hint of madness flashed in its eyes. It decided not to hold back its strength and to destroy all these monks.

The battle entered a white-hot stage, and the monks knew that they had no way to retreat and could only fight to the death.

All the monks began to cast more powerful spells and fought a desperate battle with the war corpses.

In the sky, the light of magic and the black light pillars of the war corpses intertwined together, forming a shocking picture.

The earth was shaking, mountains and rivers were collapsing, and the whole world was in chaos.

At this moment, an elderly monk suddenly opened his eyes, with wisdom shining in his eyes.

He shouted loudly: "The evil runes on the sarcophagus are the key. As long as we destroy them, we can seal it!"

Upon hearing this, the monks immediately sent some men to attack the evil runes on the sarcophagus.

Their attacks hit the runes accurately, and the runes began to flicker under the attack, emitting a brilliant light.

The war corpses roared angrily and tried to stop the monks' actions, but the monks had made up their minds and attacked the runes with all their might, regardless of life or death.

There was a loud rumbling sound between heaven and earth. One evil rune after another was destroyed. A powerful aura gushed out from the sarcophagus and sucked the corpse back into it.

The lid of the sarcophagus fell heavily, burying the corpses deep inside. The heaven and earth shook violently, blood and thunder rolled, the earth was devastated, and the mountains and rivers were broken.

"Rumble..."

The huge coffin fell to the ground with a deafening roar, as if even the heaven and earth were shaking.

The runes on the sarcophagus were wreaking havoc to the extreme at this moment. They were like living things, flashing and wandering wildly on the surface of the sarcophagus, emitting a heart-pounding power.

Suddenly, a crisp "click" sound was heard, and a tiny crack appeared on the sarcophagus. Then, the crack spread throughout the coffin like a spider web.

As the cracks spread, the scarlet runes on the sarcophagus began to spew out thick blood mist, which formed a blood rain between heaven and earth, dripping down on the ground.

In the blood rain, countless wandering ghosts were attracted by this evil force and came from all directions. They shuttled through the blood rain, screaming and laughing excitedly, as if celebrating the arrival of some horrible event.

All around them, ghosts howled and howled, the sky was dark and the earth was miserable, a doomsday-like scene. All the monks were shocked, they felt a supreme aura of a war corpse that seemed to be about to break out of the ancient coffin again.

These war corpses were once powerful beings that were once powerful on the battlefield and whose resentment lingered even after death. Their birth will surely bring endless disasters and terror.

The monk leader's face became extremely solemn. He knew that if he could not prevent the birth of the war corpses, he would face an unprecedented disaster.

In the blood rain, the breath of the war corpses became stronger and stronger, and the vibration of the sarcophagus became more and more violent.

The monks could clearly feel that the power in the sarcophagus was gradually becoming violent. Waves of powerful resentment and murderous intent escaped from the cracks in the sarcophagus, making the surrounding air icy cold.

At this time, Long Ling's expression became extremely serious, and his voice rang in everyone's hearts like a thunder.

"It's over, we were fooled just now! The war corpse is quite intelligent. At the beginning, it was probably restrained by the ancient coffin's restriction, so it wouldn't get close to us. However, with the attack of everyone, the ancient coffin was broken, and the restriction that restrained the war corpse disappeared!"

Upon hearing this, all the cultivators around felt their souls and bodies tremble violently, with expressions of disbelief on their faces.

They all turned to look at the monk who had suggested attacking the ancient coffin. The monk was so scared that he was gasping for breath and his back was cold.

If it weren't for Long Ling's protection, this guy would have been executed on the spot.

"The battle corpse is so powerful, isn't this damn monk going to kill us all?"

At this time, a monk shouted in despair, his voice was full of anger and fear, and the scene fell into chaos for a while.

Long Ling immediately shouted, "Now is not the time to pursue responsibility! We must come up with a solution immediately, otherwise everyone will die here!"

His voice was full of majesty, which calmed the monks present down a little.

The monk who gave the idea turned pale, knowing that his mistake might lead to the death of everyone. He said in a trembling voice: "I didn't know it would be like this. I just... just wanted to help."

"Your help almost caused our annihilation!" a monk accused angrily.

"Enough!" The monk leader interrupted the quarrel with a firm look in his eyes. "What we need now is unity, not mutual accusations. What do you suggest?"

Long Ling took a deep breath, his eyes gleaming with wisdom: "Although the war corpses are powerful, their power is not invincible.

The reason they can exist is because of the restrictions in the ancient coffin and the resentment in the blood rain.

We can try to cut off the source of their resentment and weaken their power."

"So what should we do?" the monk leader asked anxiously.

Long Ling pointed at the blood rain in the sky and said, "The blood rain is the carrier of resentment. We can try to stop the blood rain from falling and destroy the ancient coffin to prevent the war corpse from coming out."

The monk leader immediately gave the order: "Everyone listen up, immediately set up a sky-covering formation to stop the blood rain from falling! At the same time, organize a team and follow me to destroy the ancient coffin!"

The monks took action immediately. Some of them began to set up a sky-covering formation and injected spiritual energy into it. The formation quickly expanded and formed a huge curtain of light, blocking the blood rain outside.

The sound of the blood rain hitting the light curtain was like dense drum beats, which made people tremble with fear.

Another group of monks, led by their leader, rushed towards the ancient coffin. They had to destroy the war corpse again before it fully recovered its strength.

The war corpse seemed to be aware of the monks' intentions and let out a deafening roar. The earth shook and a large number of mummies instantly emerged around them. The mummies immediately responded and rushed towards the monks like a tide.

These mummies exude a strong aura of death, and each of their attacks is filled with destructive power.

The monks engaged in a fierce battle with the war zombies, relying on formations and magic weapons to fight with the war zombies with a battle of wits and courage.

The battle was extremely brutal, with both sides suffering heavy casualties.

Relying on their firm will and desire for survival, the monks fought their way out of the encirclement of war zombies.

However, although the ancient coffin was cracked, it seemed that there was some mysterious force adhering to it, and the attacks of the monks could only leave shallow marks.

"What should we do? The attack has no effect on the ancient coffin!" a monk said anxiously.

Rumble…

As the seal of the ancient coffin disappeared, an ancient and powerful force surged out from the coffin. The mummy, like a dry riverbed welcoming a long-awaited rain, began to greedily absorb the power of the ancient coffin to recover.

Their bodies healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, the blood in their eyes became hotter, and the aura they exuded became more and more powerful.

"Hurry up and seize the time!" As a monk shouted loudly, all the monks realized the urgency of the situation.

They knew that if they didn't act quickly, they would face even more terrifying enemies once the mummy fully recovered.

However, just as everyone was about to take action again, they discovered to their horror that it was too late.

After a violent vibration, the ancient coffin began to emit a strange light, and the entire coffin seemed to come alive. A huge demon body formed by evil spirits appeared in front of everyone, with surging demonic energy all over its body.

At first, the demon body was like a mountain, full of oppression. Then the demonic energy began to converge and gradually shrank, eventually turning into a young man in armor.

He stood there like a god of war returning from an ancient battlefield. Every piece of armor on his body exuded a cold luster, and the light in his eyes was both cold and sharp, as if he could see into people's hearts.

"Ants, accept the punishment." The voice of the young warrior was low and powerful. Every word was like a heavy hammer hitting the monks' hearts, making them feel suffocated.

"No matter what kind of monster you are, you must die!"

Zhan Shi sneered, with a hint of contempt in his eyes. "Just you guys?"

He slowly raised his hand, and the air around him began to distort. An invisible force spread in all directions, making the monks feel unprecedented oppression.

"Don't be afraid, we still have the Sky-Covering Array!" a cultivator shouted, reminding everyone that they were not unprepared.

The Great Array of Covering the Sky seemed to be crumbling in the face of the power of the war corpses, but it still held on, providing a little protection for the monks.

The monks began to concentrate their spiritual energy to strengthen the power of the formation, while looking for the weaknesses of the King of War Corpses.

The war corpse didn't seem to care about the monks' resistance. It slowly walked towards the crowd, and every step made the earth tremble.

"Your resistance is futile. No one can stop me. That attack has no effect on me." The war corpse's voice was full of confidence, and there was a hint of mockery in his eyes, as if he was playing with a group of prey that were unable to resist.

There was a gleam of determination in the monk leader's eyes, and the monks' faces turned pale.

"Use forbidden techniques..."

A monk said that the forbidden technique was the last trump card. Once used, it would cause irreversible damage to their bodies and souls, and might even cause death.

The corpse looked at the monks' actions and sneered. "Your struggle will only make your death more painful."

The monk did not respond. He just took a deep look at his companions behind him, then closed his eyes and began to chant the forbidden spell.

Other monks also began to chant spells, his body began to radiate dazzling light, and a powerful force gathered between them.

A trace of solemnity finally appeared in the eyes of the war corpse, and he felt the threat of this power.

As the forbidden technique was completed, the monks' bodies began to become transparent, gathering all their life force and spiritual power into a huge beam of light, rushing straight towards the corpses.

The horrifying aura was raging unbridled between heaven and earth. At this moment, all the cultivators were so shocked that their scalps were numbing, and their faces were filled with disbelief and fear.