Chapter 1767 You will use this to test the poor monk
The beauty has a voluptuous posture and a charming expression. The pieces of cloth on her body are not so much used to cover up as to enhance the interest effect, which is more reliable.
She was approaching Xu Que in a charming manner, but before she could finish saying "official" in her mouth, she heard Xu Que's heroic words and was stunned for a moment.
I haven't left this place for one hundred and eighty years. Could it be said that the folk customs in the outside world have become simple, or that they have reached this level of debauchery?
One is not enough for you, but you want ten?
Or was it a request made by a monk?
But as the saying goes, the beauty's scheming reaction is so quick. After being stunned for a while, he once again smiled charmingly: "My lord... you are really joking. I'm afraid you can't stand even one slave, let alone ten.
Already."
"Amitabha." Xu Que clasped his hands together and asked sincerely, "May I ask if the donor knows the two heavens?"
"Well... this slave family has not yet been involved. If necessary, the slave family can learn..."
"What about the dragon?"
"Ah this..."
"What about the yin and yang of deep intercourse, Victoria Tower style?"
"..."
Xu Que sighed with great regret: "You should be able to do it yourself, right?"
"Ah! I can do this!"
After finally hearing someone she understood, the beauty immediately beamed with joy and winked at Xu Que: "I didn't expect the official to know so many tricks. I will teach the servants a lesson later."
Xu Que put away his smile in an instant and said with spring thunder: "I can't do this and I can't do that. Are you going to use this to test this poor monk? Which monk can't withstand such a test!"
After saying that, he struck out with a palm, and the Buddha's light burst out: "There is no use keeping you, I will send you to the bliss of the Western Heaven right now!"
The beauty was caught off guard and was hit directly by this palm. She immediately felt the unparalleled Buddha's light melting her body quickly.
"Ah! You damn monk, how dare you hit me! I remember you!"
That beautiful face let out a wail of pain, and under the light of the Buddha, its true face was revealed.
It was as if it had been burned by flames, its whole body was pitch black, its slender hands turned into ferocious ghost claws, and its body was covered in scars, turning out to be a ferocious ghost.
Xu Que sneered: "You are quite brave, you actually dare to seduce a poor monk, you should die!"
After saying that, the Buddha's light surged around his body, and he raised his hand to use the Vajra Devil Palm inherited from ancient Buddha.
The rich Buddha's light gathered into a huge golden palm print and blasted forward, destroying it into ashes in an instant.
The moment the female ghost disappeared, the surrounding environment receded like ink melting.
I saw that the sky was still as dark as before, but the people who disappeared just now appeared next to me again.
A few people with strong cultivation have already woken up, but those with less strength are still trapped in the illusion.
"Fellow Taoist Tang actually escaped from the illusion so quickly." The middle-aged man said in surprise.
Xu Que smiled and said: "No, it's just that my Buddha's power is better at restraining the evil things here."
"Indeed, Buddhism does have a natural advantage 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 hard to guard against."
Murong Yunhai also walked in it, helping those who had not escaped from the illusion to wake up.
Those who woke up, after adjusting for a moment, also joined the team to help others.
About a quarter of an hour later, everyone woke up and gathered together with sad faces.
The several corpses lying behind them were the main reason for their depression.
No one expected that the death of a monk would occur just as they entered the Ghost Valley.
And not just one or two, but ten monks died in this formation.
There is even an immortal among them!
Silence and panic are spreading here like a virus, and everyone is afraid of the future.
Even the Immortal Lord died unknowingly. How could those of them who survived by luck pass through this formation intact?
They can accept death in battle. After fighting the enemy with real swords and guns, their skills are inferior and they die. That way at least they will die a worthy death.
But dying from the formation formed by ghosts was unacceptable to them.
"Do you have any ideas on how to deal with this formation?" The middle-aged man glanced around, and no one dared to look at him wherever he looked.
He sighed, already knowing the result in his heart.
Although the monks in Xianyun Continent are powerful, it is precisely because Xianyun Continent is too powerful that they have never experienced setbacks.
Even though these monks were extremely powerful, they could not compare to Xu Que and others in terms of psychological perseverance, and they could not even compare to those from Tianzhou who died in the battle.
What's more, ghosts rarely appear in Xianyun Continent. Most monks either rush directly into reincarnation or find ways to seize their bodies and rebuild themselves. Who would be willing to exist as a ghost?
As a result, they couldn't even think of many ways to deal with the ghosts.
"How about... let's exit 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.
Tianmen's power is too strong, and almost no one present will have the intention to resist Tianmen.
The four Immortal Emperors are like four mountains, pressing firmly on everyone's heads.
Murong Yunhai glanced at the junior brothers behind him and saw perseverance on their faces. He gritted his teeth and said, "Keep going! They are just ghosts. I and several junior brothers will work together to open up a path for you!"
Shangguan Ruiqian stood up and said in a deep voice: "I have a secret method that can temporarily avoid the intrusion of ghosts."
After hearing that there was such a miraculous method, hope was once again ignited in everyone's hearts.
Shangguan Ruiqian rested for a moment, then used the method he mentioned to avoid ghosts. A golden light shield opened, covering everyone in it, and they began to move forward.
As the crowd went deeper and deeper, the sky became almost completely dark, and it was impossible to see even one's fingers.
There were only shrill cries in their ears. Several monks couldn't help themselves and fired several magic spells, but they had no effect at all.
Shangguan Ruiqian's forehead was dripping with cold sweat, and he spoke with difficulty: "I can't hold on anymore... there are too many ghosts here, and they are being consumed faster than I thought!"
Everyone suddenly panicked and gathered together, wanting to join a group to keep warm.
Seeing that the color of the mask was getting darker and darker, the miserable ghostly faces around him were getting closer, and the slightest cracks began to appear on the mask.