Chapter 1767 You Use This to Test the Poor Monk

The beauty has a charming posture and a charming expression. The cloth pieces on her body are not so much used to cover up, but more reliable to say that they are used to enhance the emotional effect.

She was approaching Xu Que coquettishly at first, but before she finished saying "officials", she was stunned when she heard Xu Que's rhetoric.

I haven't left this place for 180 years, could it be said that the folk customs outside have become simple, or that they have reached this point of debauchery?

One is not enough for me, so I need ten?

Or a monk's request?

But as the so-called beauty is scheming, the reaction is so fast, but after a long while, she once again burst into a charming smile: "Officer...you are really joking, I am afraid that you can't stand even one slave, let alone ten." gone."

"Amitabha." Xu Que clasped his hands together and asked sincerely, "Dare to ask if the benefactor can reach two heavens?"

"Eh... This slave family has not been involved yet. If necessary, the slave family can learn..."

"What about the dragon?"

"Ah this..."

"What about the yin and yang tossing and turning Victoria Tower style?"

"..."

Xu Que sighed with great regret: "You should be able to move yourself, right?"

"Ah! I will do this!"

After finally hearing someone she understood, the beauty was overjoyed and winked at Xu Que: "I didn't expect the officials to play so many tricks, and I have to teach my servants well later."

Xu Que put away his smile in an instant, and his tongue was full of spring thunder: "You can't do this, you can't do that, you just use this to test the poor monk? Which monk can't stand such a test!"

After finishing speaking, he slapped out a palm, and the Buddha's light burst out: "It's useless to keep you, the poor monk will send you to the Western Paradise!"

The beauty was caught off guard, and was directly hit by this palm, and immediately felt the incomparable Buddha's light melt her body quickly.

"Ah! You dead monk, how dare you hit me! I remember you!"

The beautiful woman's face wailed in pain, and under the reflection of the Buddha's light, her original face was revealed.

As if scorched by flames,

The whole body is pitch black, and the slender hands have turned into ferocious ghost claws, with scars all over the body, it turned out to be a vicious ghost.

Xu Que sneered: "You are a bit courageous, you dare to seduce the poor monk, die!"

After all, the Buddha's light surged all over his body, and raising his hand was a vajra palm that he learned from the ancient Buddha.

The dense Buddha's light converged into a huge golden palm print, which blasted towards the front, smashing it into ashes and annihilation in an instant.

The moment the female ghost disappeared, the surrounding environment receded like ink melting.

I saw that the sky was still dark, but the people who disappeared just now reappeared beside them.

The few people with relatively strong cultivation bases have already awakened, while those with slightly weaker strength are still deeply trapped in the illusion at this time.

"Fellow Daoist Tang escaped from the illusion so quickly." The middle-aged man said in surprise.

Xu Que smiled and said: "I'm sorry, it's just that my Buddha's power is relatively restrained from the evil things here."

"Indeed, Buddhism does have a natural advantage here." The middle-aged man sighed, walked beside those monks who were still immersed in the illusion, and said in a deep voice, "This place should be the entrance formation mentioned on the map. It's just that what we didn't expect is that the formation is actually composed of hundreds of ghosts, which is really hard to guard against."

And Murong Yunhai also walked in it, helping those who have not escaped the illusion to wake up.

Those who came to their senses, after a moment of adjustment, joined in helping others.

After about a quarter of an hour, everyone came to their senses, and everyone gathered together, looking sad.

The few corpses lying behind them were the main reason for their depression.

No one expected, but just after stepping into the Valley of Ghosts, the monk died unexpectedly.

And not just one or two, ten monks died in this formation.

There is even a fairy among them!

Silence, panic spread here like a virus, and everyone was afraid of the way ahead.

Even the Immortal Venerable died unknowingly, how could those who survived by luck pass through this formation intact?

They can accept death in battle. After fighting the enemy with real knives and guns, they die with inferior skills, at least they die well.

But dying in the formation formed by ghosts and ghosts made them unacceptable.

"Everyone has a way to deal with this battle?" The middle-aged man glanced around, no one dared to meet his gaze.

He sighed, already aware of the result in his heart.

Although the monks in Xianyunzhou are powerful, it is precisely because Xianyunzhou is too powerful that they have never experienced setbacks.

Even though these monks are superior in strength, they are not comparable to Xu Que and the others in terms of psychological fortitude, not even those from Tianzhou who died in the battle.

What's more, there are very few ghosts in Xianyunzhou. Most monks either go directly to reincarnation, or find ways to seize and rebuild. Who would be willing to exist as a ghost?

As a result, they couldn't even think of a few ways to deal with ghosts.

"How about... let's get out first?" A young man suggested.

The others raised their heads one after another, looked at each other, and then looked at Murong Yunhai expectantly.

Although the middle-aged man is their leader at this time, everyone knows that the leader is actually Murong Yunhai from Tianmen.

The influence of Tianmen is too strong, and almost no one present will have the thought of rebelling against Tianmen.

The four immortal emperors are like four big mountains, pressing firmly on top of everyone.

Murong Yunhai glanced at the juniors behind him, saw the determination on their faces, gritted his teeth and said, "Go ahead! It's just a ghost, I will work together with the juniors to open up a path for everyone!"

Shangguan Ruiqian stood up and said in a deep voice, "I have a secret method that can temporarily avoid the intrusion of ghosts."

Hearing that there is such a miraculous method, hope was rekindled in the hearts of everyone.

Shangguan Ruiqian rested for a while, and then used the method he spoke of to avoid ghosts. A golden mask opened, covering everyone in it, and started to move forward.

As the crowd got deeper and deeper, the sky was almost completely dark, and you couldn't see your fingers.

There were only mournful wailing, and several monks couldn't bear it, and tried several spells, but they didn't have the slightest effect.

Shangguan Ruiqian's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and he said with difficulty: "I'm almost unable to hold on... There are too many ghosts here, and the consumption is faster than I imagined!"

Everyone panicked and gathered together, wanting to report to the group to keep warm.

Seeing that the color of the mask is getting darker and darker, and the appearance of the stern ghost around is close at hand, the slightest cracks begin to appear on the mask.

At this moment, a gentle voice sounded.

"Amitabha, let the poor monk come."

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