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

In the horrifying atmosphere of the Blood Moon Night, these Ten Thousand Soul Banners seemed to have received unprecedented nourishment, and their power was transforming at an astonishing speed.

"Do you feel it? The resentment around us is getting heavier and heavier. It is being attracted by the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls!" A female monk covered her chest with her hands. She could feel the cold and evil breath.

"Those wandering ghosts are here too! They are attracted by the power of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner and are gathering here quickly!" A young monk pointed at the ghost shadows that were looming in the red light, his voice almost breaking.

With the arrival of wandering ghosts, the dancing of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner became more frantic, as if they were partying and celebrating the coming power.

The runes on the black banner began to glow, and each rune was like a greedy mouth, devouring everything around it.

"Let the Ten Thousand Souls Banner continue to transform, and the entire Tianji Holy Land will be ours!" An old monk shouted loudly, his voice revealing determination.

However, when they tried to approach the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, they found that their own power was so insignificant in front of these evil magic weapons.

The resentful power released by the Ten Thousand Souls Banner formed a barrier. Any cultivator who tried to approach would be corroded by the cold force. Their bodies began to become stiff, and their souls began to be pulled.

"No! My body, my body is out of control!" A monk shouted in horror as he approached the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, his face full of fear.

"Retreat quickly! The power of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner is too strong. We can't confront it directly!" Another cultivator shouted hurriedly after sensing what happened to his companion.

The monks began to retreat, their eyes filled with despair.

Deep in the Tianji Holy Land, Tianshu Zhenren Hu Xiaocao stood on a hidden high ground. His eyes penetrated the red light of the blood moon night and looked directly at the mysterious place where countless black flags were dancing wildly.

There was a bright light in his eyes, as if he could see through the secrets of heaven and earth.

"The great catastrophe is the root of the transformation of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner." Hu Xiaocao's voice was steady and powerful, revealing his deep understanding of the disaster. "If the evil energy of heaven and earth is absorbed enough, the wronged souls and wild ghosts inside will be born with spiritual wisdom and then transform into ghost cultivators."

She continued, the light in her eyes becoming even brighter: "Ghost cultivators use the souls of living beings as food, and can create a great force for the cultivators on Earth."

Those words not only contained an analysis of the current situation, but also a far-reaching layout for the future.

Upon hearing this, the other Earth monks began to whisper to each other, their eyes flashing with shock and excitement.

"The demon master has a really good method. This is the trump card against the super powers in the universe in the future." A cultivator exclaimed, his voice filled with admiration for Hu Xiaocao and expectations for the future.

In their view, although this catastrophe brought endless disasters and deaths, it also gave birth to new powers and possibilities.

The transformation of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner and the birth of the Ghost Cultivator are not only weapons to fight against the Blood Moon Night, but also a trump card for the Earth cultivators to fight against the super powers of the universe in future struggles.

"We must seize this opportunity to guide these newly born ghost cultivators and make them our strength." Hu Xiaocao's words revealed firmness and determination, which will be the key to the survival of the Earth cultivators in the Tianji Holy Land.

The monks around him nodded one after another, and his eyes were full of determination.

Amid the terror of the night of the blood moon, they found new hope and new strength to fight against future threats.

Tianshu Zhenren Hu Xiaocao faced the chaotic situation in front of him with a steady and confident voice: "Don't worry, with the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, those ghost cultivators are easy to control. Let's not rush, let them gather together first."

As his words fell, Hu Xiaocao began to perform complex magical seals. His hands drew mysterious trajectories in the air, and each move seemed to affect the power between heaven and earth.

Seeing this, the surrounding cultivators also began to assist. They knew Tianshu Zhenren's plan, and began to cast their own spells to help guide those ghost cultivators.

A strange phenomenon began. Under the guidance of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, the newly born ghost cultivators began to gather towards the bottom of the Tianji Mountains.

Their figures were looming in the red light of the blood moon, like a group of ghosts pulled by invisible threads, slowly moving in the same direction.

With the gathering of ghost cultivators, even more astonishing changes began to appear at the bottom of the Tianji Mountains.

Streams of mysterious red liquid gushed out from the ground, flowing on the ground and gathering into a sea of ​​blood.

This sea of ​​blood covered an area of ​​one hundred miles in radius, and its vastness shocked all the cultivators.

"This is... this is a sea of ​​blood! It actually condensed in the Tianji Mountains!" An elderly monk's voice trembled, his eyes full of disbelief.

Blood bubbles rolled on the surface of the sea of ​​blood, and with every roll it seemed as if countless wronged souls were struggling in it.

The bloody aura emanating from the sea of ​​blood is so dense that even the most powerful cultivator can feel the terrifying power contained therein.

"This sea of ​​blood... its power is enough to nourish those ghost cultivators and make them even more powerful." Hu Xiaocao stared at the sea of ​​blood, with a deep light flashing in his eyes.

The monks began to set up formations around the sea of ​​blood. They knew that this sea of ​​blood would become the key to controlling the ghost cultivators. They must use this power to transform those ghost cultivators into controllable forces.

"We must be careful. The power of this sea of ​​blood is too strong. Once it gets out of control, the consequences will be disastrous." A monk warned, with a hint of worry in his voice.

Hu Xiaocao nodded, knowing this very well. He began to instruct the monks to strengthen the arrangement of the formation, and at the same time, he was silently calculating in his mind how to most effectively utilize the power of the sea of ​​blood.

Under the cover of the blood moon night, the sea of ​​blood in the Tianji Mountains became a new terrifying existence.

It not only provides nourishment for the ghost cultivators, but also adds more uncertainty to the future of the Tianji Holy Land.

Tianshu Zhenren Hu Xiaocao and other monks stood on the edge of the sea of ​​blood, with both expectation and vigilance in their eyes. They knew that this sea of ​​blood would be their trump card against the superpowers of the universe, but it was also a double-edged sword.

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At the bottom of the Tianji Mountains, the sea of ​​blood formed by the mysterious red liquid became a heart-wrenching and terrifying scene.

The sea of ​​blood was vast, covering an area of ​​hundreds of miles. Its boundaries were blurred under the reflection of the blood moon, as if it was a torn wound in the earth, with endless blood flowing.

Huge blood bubbles would occasionally surge up on the surface of the sea of ​​blood. Every time a blood bubble burst, it was accompanied by mournful wails and screams, as if countless wronged souls were struggling to survive in it.

From time to time, blurry figures emerge in the sea of ​​blood. They are wandering ghosts attracted by the bloody evil spirit. Their figures appear and disappear in the sea of ​​blood, and they make creepy whispers and cries.

"That sea of ​​blood seems to be breathing!" A monk's voice was filled with unconcealable fear as he pointed at the blood bubbles that were constantly surging in the sea of ​​blood.

"No, that was not just breathing, it was the cries of countless wronged souls. They were suffering in the sea of ​​blood!" responded another monk, his face pale and his eyes full of fear.

The area surrounding the sea of ​​blood was filled with a strong smell of blood and the breath of death, which made even the bravest monks feel a chill.

At the edge of the sea of ​​blood, the land was dyed dark brown, all the grass and trees were dead, and the vitality here was completely drained away, leaving only a dead silence.

"Do you feel it? The power of this sea of ​​blood is constantly increasing, and it is devouring everything around it!" An old monk said in a deep voice, his face was full of traces of time, but at this moment it was full of worry.

In the sea of ​​blood, powerful ghost cultivators occasionally break through the surface of the sea. Their bodies become more solid, and their eyes flash with blood-red light.

The power of these ghost cultivators became even stronger with the nourishment of the sea of ​​blood. They roared provocatively in the air, then dived into the sea of ​​blood again, waiting for the next attack.

"We must be careful. The power of these ghost cultivators has exceeded our imagination. They are no longer simple wandering souls, but real ghost cultivators!" Hu Xiaocao warned, with a vigilant gleam in his eyes.

Above the sea of ​​blood, the red light of the blood moon and the blood light of the blood sea intertwined together, forming a strange red sky.

Under this sky, all lives seem so insignificant and all hopes seem so fragile.

At the edge of the sea of ​​blood, the Earth monks stood, their eyes piercing through the thick blood mist, looking towards the forbidden sea area.

There was no longer fear on their faces, but a complex emotion, a mixture of awe for the unknown and anticipation for upcoming opportunities.

"Those great powers in the universe would never have imagined that their launching of the Blood Moon Night is only to prepare wedding dresses for the Earth." An Earth monk sneered, with a hint of sarcasm and complacency in his voice.

"The Sea of ​​Blood has already been successful. The resentment in the Holy Land is overwhelming at this time, and it is a great opportunity for ghost cultivators to grow." Another cultivator went on to say, his eyes flashing with plans and expectations for the future.

"From now on, the sea of ​​blood will become a restricted area. Only we, the cultivators from Earth, can enter and use it." Tianshu Zhenren Hu Xiaocao said in a deep voice, his words revealing a sense of determination and confidence.

The existence of the sea of ​​blood is not only a horrifying sight for the monks on Earth, but also a huge opportunity.

In this sea of ​​blood, the power of ghost cultivators can be rapidly improved, and the Earth cultivators can use these ghost cultivators to gain greater voice for themselves in the Tianji Holy Land.

"The Tianji Holy Land will be within the grasp of us monks on Earth." A young monk said passionately, his voice full of longing for the future.

With the nourishment of the sea of ​​blood, the power of the ghost cultivators is growing stronger and stronger. They will become sharp swords in the hands of the Earth cultivators, cutting off all obstacles.

The monks on Earth began to set up formations on the edge of the blood sea. They wanted to ensure that the power of the blood sea was fully used by themselves.

"We will establish a new sect here, dedicated to cultivating and controlling ghost cultivators." Hu Xiaocao announced, with a determined look in his eyes.

The monks began to take action. They built solid formations and fortifications on the edge of the blood sea.

They knew that this would become their new stronghold and their frontline position against the great powers of the universe.

"From now on, the pattern of the Tianji Holy Land will change because of us." Hu Xiaocao stood on the edge of the sea of ​​blood, his voice echoing in the night sky, full of power.

After the successful construction of the sea of ​​blood, Tianshu Zhenren Hu Xiaocao immediately used secret methods to convey the good news to Long Ling and other leaders among the Earth cultivators.

The news spread like a gust of wind, quickly sweeping across the entire camp of Earth monks in the Tianji Holy Land.

"Demon Master, King Jinpeng, Zhi Dun, Qin Shi Huang, Li Bai, Taoist Qingxu, abbot of Qiguang Temple...everyone, the sea of ​​blood has been a success, and our plan has taken a crucial step!" Hu Xiaocao's voice was filled with excitement and pride that was hard to conceal.

When the news reached Long Ling's ears, a gleam of light flashed in her eyes, and then she showed a satisfied smile.

"Hu Xiaocao, you did a good job! The success of the Blood Sea means that our strength will be greatly enhanced." Long Ling's voice was full of praise.

King Jinpeng, the powerful demon known for his speed and strength, flapped his wings and flew high after hearing the news, letting out a long roar that pierced the clouds and split the rocks, expressing his joy and excitement.