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

Above a ruin ravaged by war, the sky was covered with dark clouds, lightning and thunder.

Cracks appear and disappear in the sky, like portals to another world.

In this doomsday-like scene, a huge black shadow slowly emerged. It was a mecha made up of countless mysterious runes and unknown metals, emitting heart-pounding power fluctuations.

This mecha, called the "Messenger of the Underworld", seems to exist just to bring destruction in chaos.

It had a ferocious appearance, and every inch of its armor exuded a cold and ruthless aura.

The mecha's eyes were like two burning stars, emitting a faint blue light, as if they could see through all the secrets of the world.

The monks gathered around an ancient altar, holding tightly in their hands the Mother Essence of All Sources - a mysterious crystal containing endless energy.

The monks gathered around the Mother Essence of All Origins, chanting ancient spells, trying to use its power to achieve their goals.

However, just when they were about to succeed, the messenger from the underworld arrived like a ghost.

Its mechanical arms suddenly stretched out, like giant steel pythons, and snatched the Wanyuan Mother Essence from the monks' hands with lightning speed.

The mecha's movements were swift and precise, without a single unnecessary motion, and it was obvious that it had been rehearsed countless times.

The monks looked at the scene in horror, their eyes full of disbelief.

Their speed and reaction seemed so insignificant in front of this mecha.

Every movement of the mecha was filled with destructive power, and every attack was like the collapse of heaven and earth.

After the messenger from the underworld took away the Wanyuan Mother Essence, he did not stay for long. His figure left a trail of afterimages in the sky and disappeared into the dark clouds, leaving behind only chaos and despair.

The monks looked at the direction where the mecha disappeared, their hearts filled with confusion and fear - who made this mecha and what was its purpose?

Rumble…

As the messenger from the underworld disappeared, the cracks in the sky began to slowly close, as if the suffocating feeling of oppression was sealed along with it.

The monks looked at each other, their hearts filled with loss and anxiety.

The loss of Wanyuan Mother Essence is not only a loss of their strength, but also the destruction of hope.

In the ruins of the altar, an elderly monk slowly stood up, with a determined light flashing in his eyes. His voice, although hoarse, was full of power.

"We can't give up just like that. The power of the Myriad Origin Mother Essence is too strong. If it falls into the wrong hands, the consequences will be disastrous."

The other monks were inspired by his words and nodded in agreement.

They knew that they had to take action to track down the messenger from the underworld and take back the Wanyuan Mother Essence.

So, they began to gather and collect all clues about the Messenger of the Underworld, including the time and place of its appearance and the direction in which it disappeared.

They also studied the properties of the Wanyuan Mother Essence, hoping to find a way to use its power to fight against the mecha.

In the process of preparation, they discovered some ancient documents recording an ancient ritual that was said to be able to summon a guardian to fight against powerful enemies.

Although the ritual was complicated and dangerous, they decided to try it as they had no other choice.

On a dark and windy night, the monks began the ceremony on the ruins of the altar.

They surrounded a huge magic circle, holding various magical instruments in their hands and chanting something.

As the ritual progressed, the magical energy in the air began to gather, forming a huge vortex.

Suddenly, a dazzling light burst out from the vortex, and a huge figure slowly emerged.

This is a creature made of pure energy. Its body emits a soft glow, but its eyes burn with the fire of battle.

Its existence seems to be the embodiment of the purest power between heaven and earth.

"Guardian, we need your help." The old monk stepped forward and said respectfully.

The guardian nodded, and his voice resounded in everyone's heart like thunder: "I feel your sincerity and determination. I will go with you to take back the Myriad Origin Mother Essence."

The monks and guardians crossed mountains and seas, and finally came to a mysterious island shrouded in fog.

Here, they felt the hidden aura of the new mecha and the unique energy fluctuations of the Wanyuan Mother Essence.

The battle was about to break out. The monks fought side by side with the guardians. There were thunder and lightning in the sky and flames on the ground.

at the same time.

In the Tianji Holy Land, the news of the Wanyuan Mother Essence was like a gust of wind, sweeping across the entire world of cultivation.

This mysterious crystal is said to contain the original power of the beginning of the universe, and can help cultivators break through the heavenly realm and reach the legendary realm of all things. This is undoubtedly a great blessing for countless cultivators who are stuck in bottlenecks.

As soon as the news came out, the peace of the world of cultivation was completely broken.

Be it the hermit masters, the elites from the major sects, or even those lone cultivators, they all began to stir.

They knew that the appearance of Wanyuan Mother Essence might be the only chance in their lives to allow them to break through the shackles and reach a higher level of cultivation.

As the news spread, more and more cultivators began to transform their spirit bodies, which was a process of condensing their own souls and true essence into a ball, forming an existence between entity and nothingness, capable of traveling through space and entering the Tianji Holy Land.

Although a cultivator in this state cannot exert his full strength, his speed is extremely fast and not easily detected.

The Tianji Holy Land is extremely lively.

In the sky, streaks of light flashed across the sky. Those were the tracks left behind by the cultivators after they transformed their spirits and souls into bodies.

They came from all directions, some alone, some in groups, but they had only one goal - Wanyuan Mother Essence.

Among these cultivators, a few are particularly eye-catching. They are the top powers in the world of cultivation. Each of them has the power to turn the world upside down, adding more variables to this battle.

"Old Man Tianji" is one of them, a monk who is proficient in divination and is said to be able to predict the future. His appearance makes everyone feel a little uneasy.

No one can guess his purpose, but his strength is recognized to be strong.

The "Burning Sky Queen" is another awe-inspiring existence. She controls the laws of fire and is said to be able to summon sky fire that burns everything.

As soon as it appeared, the sky was dyed with a layer of fiery red.

There are also "Void Walker", "Thunder Lord" and so on. Each of them is a leader in their respective fields. Their arrival makes the atmosphere in Tianji Holy Land even more tense.

As more and more monks joined in, the battle in the Tianji Holy Land became more and more intense.

Some monks choose to observe secretly and look for opportunities; others take direct action and try to defeat the opponent with force, but no matter which method they choose, it is full of danger.

As time went on, the battle in the Tianji Holy Land became more and more intense.

Every fight could cause changes in the world. Some monks died in the battle, while others broke through and reached a new realm.

But no matter what the outcome, the temptation of Wanyuan Mother Essence makes it impossible for anyone to stop.

This battle is not only a contest of strength, but also a test of wisdom and courage. Every monk who participates in it is fighting for the hope of a breakthrough.

On the battlefield where countless powerful men were fighting, it seemed as if even the heaven and earth were trembling for the coming bloody storm.

On the ground, mountains collapsed and rivers flowed backwards. The power of nature seemed insignificant in the showdown between the strong.

In this chaotic battlefield, countless powerful figures are intertwined. They are either flying with swords, or controlling mythical beasts, or casting spells, each displaying their magical powers.

A huge golden dragon swooped down from the clouds, holding a monk with profound cultivation in its claws.

The monk was wearing golden armor, holding a spear, and his eyes were shining with an unyielding light. He fought fiercely with the golden dragon, and every confrontation changed the color of the sky and the earth.

On the other side, a group of monks were besieging a powerful female monk.

She was dressed in colorful clothes and held a jade flute in her hand. Every time she played it, she released a powerful sonic attack, which knocked the surrounding enemies to the ground.

However, the enemies were numerous and they either released fireballs, summoned ice cones, or wielded sharp swords to continuously attack the female cultivator.

In the center of the battlefield, monks from two major sects were fighting a life-and-death battle.

The Shadow Clan excels at assassination and concealment. They move around the battlefield like ghosts, and every time they appear, they are accompanied by the shadow of death.

The Light Sect is skilled in light magic, can heal companions, and can also release powerful light beams to attack enemies.

In a remote area of ​​the battlefield, the duel between the two powerful men attracted many eyes.

The Thunder Lord controls thunder and lightning, and every strike is accompanied by the roar of thunder and lightning, which will burn the enemy to a crisp.

The Wind Walker, who controls the wind, is extremely fast. He shuttles across the battlefield like a gust of wind, and can take the life of an enemy every time he appears.

The entire Tianji Holy Land has become a huge melting pot, where countless strong men are burning their lives, fighting for the glimmer of hope for a breakthrough.

Their blood dyed the earth red and their roars shattered the sky.

In the center of the Tianji Holy Land, the Wanyuan Mother Essence emitted a faint glow in every corner, as if mocking the monks who were going crazy for it.

On the battlefield where the monks were fighting, the sky was illuminated by the colorful lights of various spells, while the ground was in a mess with traces of the battle everywhere.

An old man wearing a ghost mask stood on a solitary peak, his eyes seemed to be able to see through the void and see through everything.

He was not in a hurry to take action, but was waiting for the best opportunity. The power of Wanyuan Mother Essence was too strong, and any rash action might bring disaster.

He held an ancient copper coin in his hand and kept throwing it. Every time it landed, it made a crisp sound, as if foreshadowing some unknown fate.

Around him, some monks had already started fighting, using flying swords or casting powerful spells, and each attack was full of destructive power.

A barefoot girl, with green copper bells at her ankles emitting soul-stirring sounds, shuttled through the boundless sea of ​​fire.

The long hair was flying in the flames, and her eyes revealed endless rage. Her target was clear, that was the Mother Essence of Wanyuan. Any cultivator who stood in her way would be devoured by her rage.

"Whoever stands in my way will die!" The girl's voice echoed on the battlefield like thunder, and she waved the flaming whip in her hand, taking away several lives with every swing.

That flame was not just any ordinary flame, but a heavenly fire that could burn the soul. Even the most powerful cultivators did not dare to touch it easily.

A strange monk in a black robe was hiding his figure in the void. His body seemed to be integrated with the surrounding space, and even the most sensitive perception could not detect his existence.

On the chaotic battlefield, he shuttled back and forth like a ghost, his body appearing and disappearing in the void, and every time he appeared, he would take the life of a monk.

Rumble…

The old man is surrounded by countless lightning bolts, and every breath he takes will cause thunder in the sky.

There was a fighting spirit in those eyes.

"Whoever stands in my way will die!" The old man's voice echoed on the battlefield like thunder. A huge thunder and lightning storm formed around his body. Any monk who dared to approach would be swallowed by the thunder and lightning.

At the same time, on the towering wall of Lihu City, Long Ling stood in the wind, his robe fluttering in the wind.

His gaze penetrated the chaos of the Tianji Holy Land and mercilessly stared at the monks who were crazy for the Wanyuan Mother Essence.

There was no sympathy or mercy in those eyes, only a deep understanding of the cruel rules of this world - the strong prey on the weak, and the winner is king.

King Jinpeng, King Tiger, Great Monkey King, as well as the abbot of Qiguang Temple and Taoist Qingxu, all stood beside Long Ling, their eyes equally firm and calm.

They have fully understood Long Ling's intentions and realized that the cost of directly participating in this battle is too great.

Every time a cultivator dies, the strength of the Longyuan Immortal Sect is weakened. The Longyuan Immortal Sect that they have just established outside the sky has an unstable foundation and cannot withstand such losses.

"This is how the world is. Under great temptation, one's life is often the price." Long Ling's voice was calm and powerful, and his words revealed a deep philosophical thought. "We can't be blinded by the immediate benefits and forget our true goal."

King Jinpeng nodded, with a sharp light flashing in his eyes: "The goal is to protect the earth, not the small profits in front of us. Although the Wanyuan Mother Essence is good, it is nothing compared to the safety of the earth."

Tiger King clenched his fists, and strength surged in his body, but he knew that now was not the time to act impulsively. "Every drop of the monks' blood is precious. We can't let them sacrifice here in vain."

The Great Sage Monkey King scratched his head, wisdom and cunning flashing in his eyes. "Let our mechas launch a sneak attack instead of directly joining the battle. This will not only reduce our losses, but also help us win the Myriad Origin Mother Essence."

The abbot of Qiguang Temple clasped his hands together and whispered a Buddhist mantra: "Amitabha, we cannot let our disciples sacrifice in vain. We must use the smallest price to exchange for the greatest benefit."

Taoist Qingxu stroked his long beard, his eyes revealing a hint of appreciation. "It can not only avoid direct conflict, but also gain the greatest benefit for our Earth monks."

Long Ling turned to them, his eyes gleaming with determination. "The Wanyuan Mother Essence is good, but compared to the safety of the Earth, it is nothing but a cloud.

Our mechas will act in secret and quietly seize the Myriad Origin Essence, and we will wait and see what happens here."

As Long Ling finished speaking, the disciples of Longyuan Xianzong began to take action.

They did not join the melee in the Tianji Holy Land, but accumulated strength in secret, waiting for the best opportunity.

Their eyes penetrated the smoke of the battlefield and saw the more distant future. Only by keeping a clear head and sufficient strength can they win a place for the Earth in this great chess game of the universe.

Long Ling's gaze turned to the battlefield again, with a gleam of wisdom in his eyes.

This battle is not only a pursuit of strength, but also a test of the cultivators' minds and morals. They gradually begin to lose themselves in the abyss of power, and Longyuan Immortal Sect will be the clear stream, remaining sober and rational.