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

All the monks around were getting nervous. They saw a huge Dharma image appear behind the white bones. For a moment, the Biyou Palace was filled with light.

The golden runes flowed, like ancient stars twinkling in the void.

The image of the white bones is a huge skeleton, every inch of which is engraved with traces of time, exuding vicissitudes and ancient power.

In the eyes of the skeleton, two balls of dark blue flames flickered, as if containing endless wisdom and profundity.

As Bai Gu's Dharma image moved, the air in the entire Biyou Palace solidified, and all the monks felt a heavy sense of oppression.

"Well done!"

The bone image made a roaring sound, and with a wave of the huge bony hand, a beam of golden light shot out like a meteor from the sky, heading straight for Qin Zhixie.

Qin Zhixie's face was solemn. He swung the staff in his hand quickly. The green light turned into vines that quickly spread out and formed a line of defense.

But the golden beam of light was unstoppable and instantly penetrated through the layers of vines and headed straight for Qin Zhixie's body.

Qin Zhixie's body flashed, and the gem on the top of the staff burst into dazzling light, forming a light shield that blocked the impact of the golden beam of light.

But the impact still made him unstable and he took several steps back.

For a moment, the energy fluctuations in the Biyou Palace surged like the tide, and various lights intertwined to form a magnificent battle scene.

"Rumble..."

The Fashang Xianling Sacred Mountain in Xianling Nanyue is majestic and magnificent, with layers of fairy air flowing on the mountain.

Following Nanyue's command, the Xianling Divine Mountain suppressed the white bone image like a real mountain.

"Boom boom boom..."

Meng Zun of the Hades Palace transformed into a black shadow, shuttling across the battlefield. Every time he appeared, he brought a deadly attack. His Hades beast also became more ferocious, engaging in close combat with the white-bone Dharma image.

"Dang Dang Dang..."

Although Jiang Qiang was injured, the Mountain and River Bell was broken but still had some power. He condensed the remaining power into sound waves, attacking the soul of the White Bone Dharma Image.

"Woooooooo..."

Yao Shuntian summoned more witch spirits, who let out earth-shaking war roars, colliding with the power of the Nether Beasts and the Immortal Mausoleum Mountain, forming a contest of spiritual power and soul.

"bang bang bang"

The battle intensified, and Bai Gu's Dharma image showed amazing fighting power. Every attack was with overwhelming force. Even if Xianling Nanyue and others joined forces, they could hardly gain the upper hand.

However, none of them were willing to be outdone. This was not only a contest of strength, but also related to the dignity of their respective sects.

The monks were really furious and their eyes were bloodshot.

They began to display their best abilities, and the power of forbidden magical powers began to surge in the Biyou Palace.

A trace of determination flashed in Xianling Nanyue's eyes. He knew that if he didn't give it his all, today might not end well, and it would also bring shame to Xianling.

He took a deep breath, formed seals with his hands, and muttered something. Fairy air lingered on the mountain of Xianling Mountain, gradually condensing into a huge fairy formation.

In the immortal formation, immortal power flowed, forming beams of light that shot straight into the sky and illuminated the entire Biyou Palace.

"what……"

Seeing this, Meng Zun of the Underworld Palace was not willing to be outdone. His figure quickly shuttled across the battlefield, and each time he appeared, he was accompanied by the roar of underworld beasts.

Under the command of Meng Zun, the underworld beasts transformed into black lights, colliding with the beams of light from the Xianling Divine Mountain, making a deafening roar.

The gate to the underworld was opened, and streams of black air poured out from the gate, forming a huge black vortex that swallowed up everything around it. All kinds of evil spirits were led out by an iron chain.

In just a moment, the evil energy of heaven and earth rolled, evil spirits howled, and underworld beasts roared endlessly.

"Dang Dang Dang..."

Although Jiang Qiang was seriously injured, his eyes still burned with an unyielding fighting spirit.

He formed seals with his hands, and under his control, the fragments of the Mountain and River Bell re-condensed and transformed into sound waves. All the patterns on the Mountain and River Bell came to life, floating around the golden bell and dancing with the sound waves as if they were real.

These sound waves are different from previous attacks. They are sharper and more penetrating, pointing directly to the depths of the soul of the White Bone Dharma Image.

"Huhuhu..."

Yao Shuntian summoned his strongest wizard spirit - the spirit of the wizard god.

The spirit of the witch god possesses powerful spiritual power, and its appearance shocked the entire battlefield.

The spirit of the witch god let out an earth-shaking war roar, which collided with the power of the Nether Beast and the Immortal Tomb Mountain, forming a fusion of spiritual power and soul.

"Boom..."

Bai Gu still seemed to be at ease facing the joint attack of four powerful men.

The huge skeleton, every movement carries overwhelming power.

The golden runes circulated, forming golden halos that resisted attacks from all sides.

The white bone image even displayed his forbidden magical power, and the sea of ​​bones surged.

Countless bones poured out from under the feet of the Dharmadhatu, forming a sea of ​​bones. In the sea of ​​bones, bone waves surged, colliding with the power of the immortal formation, the gate of the underworld, the sound waves and the spirit of the witch god, making a shocking noise.

Qin Zhixie seemed calmer.

He gently waved the staff in his hand, and the green light turned into vines that quickly spread out, forming a line of defense, the ancient wood spirit.

Ancient wood spirits, in the shape of towering old trees, with lines of time flowing on their trunks, lush branches and leaves, exuding endless vitality.

Every leaf of the ancient wood spirit was like a sharp blade, cutting through the space, forming a sharp contrast with the surging sea of ​​white bones.

The battle intensified. The energy fluctuations in the Biyou Palace surged like a tide. Various lights intertwined to form a magnificent battle scene.

The power of the monks was demonstrated to the extreme at this moment.

Their forbidden magical powers are not only the application of strength, but also the understanding and control of the laws of heaven and earth.

However, when the battle was at its most intense, a playful smile appeared at the corner of Long Ling's mouth.

The white bones are also an illusion, created by him relying on his innate magical powers, and they are so real that they are indistinguishable from the real thing.

The magical powers displayed by Bai Gu are the same as his own, and he can adapt to the situation and fight the enemy without having to do it himself.

When the enemy is seriously injured or his spiritual power is exhausted, he will seize the opportunity and kill the enemy with one blow.

"Rumble..."

At this moment, the white bone image suddenly let out a roar that shook the earth.

The air in the entire Biyou Palace seemed to freeze for a moment.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa..."

Then, the speed of the golden runes suddenly increased, and the white bone image began to emit thousands of golden lights. These golden lights condensed in mid-air and gradually formed one clone after another that was exactly the same as the white bone image.

As soon as these clones appeared, they were like real white bone images, carrying the same vicissitudes of life and ancient power, crushing towards all the cultivators.

There was a flickering blue flame in the eyes of each clone, as if they contained endless wisdom and depth.

When the monks saw this, they all felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy. The strength of these clones was no different from that of the original White Bone Master, and each of them had overwhelming power.

Xianling Nanyue's expression became extremely solemn. He could feel the threat posed by these clones, and each of them was enough to make him go all out.

He quickly adjusted the immortal formation, the immortal power became more turbulent, and the light beams in the immortal formation became more dense, trying to withstand the impact of these clones.

The shadow of Meng Zun of the Underworld Palace shuttled across the battlefield faster, and his underworld beasts became more ferocious. Surrounded by black air, the devouring power of the Underworld Gate became stronger and stronger, trying to suck these clones into it.

Jiang Qiang's sonic attack became sharper. He concentrated his remaining strength to the extreme. The sonic waves were like invisible swords, pointing directly into the depths of the clone's soul, trying to find a flaw.

Yao Shuntian's witch god spirit let out an even more earth-shaking war cry, and the power of the witch spirits merged with spiritual power to form powerful spiritual power storms, which collided with the power of the clones.

Qin Zhixie swung his staff more rapidly, and the green light transformed into vines that spread rapidly like living things, trying to entangle the clones and stop their movements.

However, the clones of the bones seemed fearless and powerful enough to ignore these attacks. Every impact of the golden beam, every piercing of the sound wave, and every collision of the spiritual power storm, the clones were able to resist it with the halo formed by the golden runes.

The battle became more intense, and the energy fluctuations in the Biyou Palace were like a tsunami, one wave after another, and various lights intertwined, forming a shocking battle scene. The monks' forbidden magical powers were brought to the extreme at this moment. Every attack was accompanied by a desire for victory, and every defense seemed extremely resolute.

But there are too many clones of Bai Gu, and their power is too strong.

Even if Xianling Nanyue and others joined forces, they could hardly withstand the comprehensive crushing of these clones.

The monks began to feel unprecedented pressure, and a trace of despair began to emerge in their hearts.

However, Long Ling and Hei Feng were quietly observing all this outside the illusion, with a gleam of pride in their eyes.

“The monks’ strength has been almost exhausted.

It’s time to end this.”

Long Ling said softly, with a satisfied smile on his face.

As he cast a spell, a strange fragrance suddenly filled the illusion space.

The first whiff of this fragrance makes one's heart flutter.

But then, many monks felt their heads spinning, as if countless tiny needles were stirring in their brains, causing unbearable pain.

This strange fragrance is a kind of mental attack launched by the White Bone Dharma Image. It disrupts the minds of the monks and makes them lose their ability to resist in a short period of time.

Bai Gu seized this fleeting opportunity, and his clone moved as fast as lightning, shuttling between the monks.

At the moment when the monks were confused by the strange fragrance, the clone of Bai Gu had already approached them quietly and took away their storage rings one by one in the blink of an eye.

For cultivators, storage rings are not only important items for storing magic weapons and elixirs, but also the wealth accumulated by cultivators through years of practice.

The theft of the storage ring was tantamount to depriving the monks of everything.

When the monks woke up from the influence of the strange fragrance and discovered that their storage rings were missing, they began to fall into extreme madness.

Inside the Biyou Palace, the originally tense and fierce battle scene suddenly turned into chaos.

The monks panicked and searched everywhere, hoping to find their storage rings.

But no matter how they searched, the storage ring disappeared without a trace, as if it had never existed.

Feelings of anger and resentment spread among the monks, and they began to blame and talk about each other.

"How is this going?

Where's the storage ring?!"

Xianling Nanyue roared, his face full of disbelief.

“There’s a thief!

Someone must have taken the opportunity to steal the storage ring!"

Meng Zun of the Underworld gnashed his teeth, with flames of anger flashing in his eyes.

“Is this fragrance some kind of incense that fascinates people?

Damn it, I fell into the enemy's trap!"

Jiang Qiang covered his forehead, trying to calm the pain in his mind.

“Everyone calm down!

This scent must be related to the theft of the storage ring, so we must not panic. "

Yao Shuntian shouted loudly, trying to calm everyone down.

However, the anger of the monks was difficult to quell. They began to suspect each other, and some even began to accuse each other.

"I think it's you. You were closest to me just now. You must have stolen my storage ring!"

One monk pointed at another monk and scolded him.

"Nonsense!

How could someone do such a thing?

You are slandering me!"

The accused monk retorted, and the atmosphere between the two men suddenly became tense.

"enough!

Now is not the time to fight among ourselves, we should join forces to find the real culprit!"

Xianling Nanyue shouted loudly, trying to calm everyone's emotions.

However, the influence of the strange fragrance has not yet completely dissipated, and the theft of the storage ring has greatly affected the mentality of the monks.

They began to doubt everyone, and even began to wonder if the battle itself was a huge trap.

Outside the illusion, Long Ling and Hei Feng watched all this with satisfied smiles on their faces.

Bai Gu's clone has quietly returned to Bai Gu's side, and those storage rings have already been transferred to a safe place by Bai Gu.

"Boss, your plan is really perfect. I'm afraid these monks are now in chaos."

Heifeng exclaimed.

Long Ling nodded slightly.

"Chaos is exactly what is needed..."

There was a hint of cunning in his words.

Long Ling waved his hand gently, and the fog outside the illusion began to roll, and a mysterious force quietly penetrated into the Biyou Palace.

This power is different from the previous strange fragrance. It is more hidden and deeper, like an invisible tentacle, silently affecting every monk present.

The monks were already upset because of the theft of their storage rings, and now under the influence of this mysterious power, their emotions became even more agitated, and they even began to have hallucinations.

Some monks saw what they feared most, while others saw what they desired most. These hallucinations made their actions even more disordered and chaotic.

"Look everyone, it's the bones coming again!"

A monk suddenly pointed into the air and shouted, his fingers trembling.

Everyone looked up and saw that the clone of the White Skeleton Dharmadhatu seemed to have condensed into shape again, staring at them coldly.

But this time, these clones did not launch an attack, but instead floated quietly in the air, as if waiting for something.

"Storage rings, why are they all in the hands of bones!"

Xianling Nanyue said in a deep voice, a glimmer of clarity flashed in his eyes, but was soon replaced by confusion.

The monks' emotions began to get completely out of control, and they attacked the clones desperately, hoping to get their storage rings back.

But these clones seemed to be just phantoms, and the attacks on them had no effect. Instead, they made the monks even more crazy.

In the chaos, Long Ling and Hei Feng quietly entered the Biyou Palace.

Their figures were looming in the mist, as if blending into the surrounding environment.

There was a faint smile on Long Ling's lips, and his figure disappeared in an instant. The next moment, he appeared behind a cultivator.

A cold light flashed in his hand, and he waved it lightly. The monk didn't even notice anything unusual, but felt dizzy and then fell to the ground.

Long Ling and Hei Feng shuttled through the chaos, subduing monks one after another silently.

Their movements were extremely careful so as not to attract the attention of other monks.

This battle was a carefully planned plot by Long Ling from the very beginning. He took advantage of the monks' greed, desire, and fear to make them kill each other and consume their strength.

All he needs to do is act at the most appropriate time to reap the greatest benefits.

When the monks in the Biyou Palace finally realized what had happened, it was too late and their strength had been exhausted.