Chapter 1767 You just use this to test the poor monk

The beauty had a charming posture and a charming expression. The pieces of cloth on her body were more reliable than being used to cover up, but rather to enhance the interest effect.

She was already approaching Xu Que with charming charm. Before she could finish her words, she heard Xu Que's bold words and was stunned.

I haven't left this place for 180 years. Could it be that the people in the outside world have become simple, or that they have reached this point?

One of them is not enough, but you actually need ten?

Or is it a request made by a monk?

But as the saying goes, the beauty is scheming and reacts so quickly. After a while, she smiled charmingly again: "Official... you are really joking. I'm afraid you can't stand it even if you have one of my family, let alone ten."

"Amitabha." Xu Que clasped his hands together and asked sincerely, "Do you dare to ask the donor to meet the two heavens?"

"Uh... I haven't been involved in this yet. If you need it, I can learn..."

"What about dragon?"

"Ah..."

"Where is the Victoria Tower-like shaped in the deep yin and yang?"

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Xu Que sighed with great regret: "It should be possible to do it yourself, right?"

"Ah! I will do this!"

After finally hearing a person who understood, the beauty suddenly showed joy and gave a charming look at Xu Que: "I didn't expect that the officials would actually play so many ways. I will teach me well later."

Xu Que instantly put away his smile and his tongue burst into thunder: "This is not that, and that is not. Just use this to test me? Which monk can't stand such a test!"

After saying that, he slapped out with a palm, and the Buddha's light burst out: "It's useless to keep you, I will send you to the Western Paradise!"

The beauty was caught off guard and was directly hit by this palm. She suddenly felt the unparalleled Buddha light melting her body quickly.

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

The beauty's face wailed in pain, revealing its true face under the reflection of the Buddha's light.

It was as if it had been roasted by flames, and its body was pitch black. Its slender jade hands turned into hideous ghost claws. It turned out to be a ferocious ghost.

Xu Que sneered: "You are a little brave, but you dare to seduce me. Let's die!"

After saying that, the Buddha's light surged all over the body, and raising his hand was a trick to learn the Vajra clutch of the devil inheritance from ancient Buddha.

The rich Buddha light gathered into a huge golden palm print, and rushed forward, knocking it to ashes in an instant.

Just as the female ghost disappeared, the surrounding environment receded like ink melting.

The sky was still dark, but the people who had just disappeared appeared next to them again.

The few people with strong cultivation have already woken up, but those with slightly less powerful are still deeply trapped in the illusion.

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

Xu Que smiled and said, "The excessive reward is just that my Buddha's power is more restraining the evil things here."

"Indeed, Buddhism does have natural advantages here." The middle-aged man sighed, walking beside the 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, but what we didn't expect was that the formation was actually composed of hundreds of ghosts, which is really unpredictable."

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

Those who woke up, after adjusting for a while, joined the team to help others.

About a quarter of an hour later, everyone woke up and everyone gathered together with a sad face.

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

No one expected that, but as soon as he stepped into the Ghost Valley, the death of the monk actually appeared.

And there were not one or two, and there were ten cultivators who died in this formation.

There is even one immortal among them!

Silence and panic are like a virus spreading here, and everyone is afraid of the future.

Even the Immortal Lord died unknowingly. How could those who survived by luck pass this formation intact?

They can accept death in battle. After fighting with the enemy with real swords and guns, they will die if they are not as good as others, and at least they will die as much as possible.

But they could not accept the formation formed by ghosts.

"Everyone has their own way to deal with this formation?" The middle-aged man glanced around, and no one dared to look at him wherever he looked.

He sighed, and he already knew the result in his heart.

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

Even though these monks are extremely powerful, they are not as strong as Xu Que and others in their psychological perseverance, and they are not even as good as those in Tianzhou who died in battle.

What's more, ghosts rarely appear in Xianyunzhou. Most monks either run directly into the samsara or find ways to seize the body and re-cultivate. Who would be willing to exist as ghosts?

In this way, they couldn't even think of a few ways to deal with ghosts.

"Or... let's quit first?" a young man suggested.

The others raised their heads, looked at each other, and then looked at Murong Yunhai with anticipation.

Although the middle-aged men were their leader at this time, everyone knew that the person who led the charge was actually Murong Yunhai from Tianmen.

The power of Tianmen is too strong, and almost no one present will have the intention to resist Tianmen.

The four immortal emperors were like four mountains, pressing firmly on everyone's heads.

Murong Yunhai glanced at the junior brothers behind him, saw the resilience in their faces, and gritted his teeth and said, "Continue moving forward! It's just a ghost. I and my junior brothers work together to open up the road for you!"

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

After hearing such a magical method, hope ignited in everyone's hearts.

Shangguan Ruiqian rested for a while and used the method of avoiding ghosts in his mouth. A golden light shield opened, covering everyone and starting to move forward.

As everyone went deeper, the sky almost darkened completely, and I couldn't see my five fingers.

Only shrill crying sounded in my ears. Several monks couldn't help but play several magic tricks, but they could not play any role.

Shangguan Ruiqian was sweating coldly on his forehead and said with difficulty: "I can't hold on anymore... There are too many ghosts here, and the consumption is faster than I imagined!"

Everyone suddenly became panicked and gathered together to join the group to keep warm.

As the color of the light shield became dimmer, the shrill ghosts around him were close at hand, and rifts began to emerge on the light shield.

At this moment, a gentle voice sounded.

"Amitabha, let me come."

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Chapter completed!