Chapter 1767

The beauty's posture is enchanting and her expression is charming. The pieces of cloth on her body are not so much used to cover up, but rather to enhance interest. The effect is a little reliable.

She was still charming and close to Xu que. Before she finished the sentence "official", she heard Xu Que's heroic words and was stunned.

I haven't left here for a hundred and eighty years. Does it mean that the people outside have become simple, or debauchery to this extent?

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

Or a monk's request?

But just as the so-called beauty scheming, the reaction was so fast. However, after being stunned for a long time, it was filled with a charming smile again: "Officer... You are really joking. I'm afraid you can't stand even one of my family, let alone ten."

"Amitabha." Xu que put his hands together and asked sincerely, "do you dare to ask, benefactor, can you double heaven?"

"Er... I haven't been involved yet. If necessary, I can learn..."

"What about the dragon?"

"Ah, this..."

"Yin and yang are deeply intertwined. What about the Victorian tower?"

“……”

Xu Wei sighed with great regret: "should I always move?"

"Ah! I will! "

It was not easy to hear a beauty who knew what she knew. She was immediately overjoyed and winked at Xu vacancy: "I didn't expect that officials would play so many tricks. I'll teach my family well later."

Xu Wei put away his smile and said, "neither will this nor that. Will you take this to test the poor monk? Which monk can't stand such a test! "

After that, he slapped the Buddha and splashed: "it's useless to leave you. I'll send you to the Western Paradise!"

The beauty was caught off guard and directly hit by this palm. Suddenly, she felt the incomparable Buddha light melting her body quickly.

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

The beauty's face uttered a painful wail, revealing its original face in the light of the Buddha.

It was as if it had been roasted by fire. It was dark all over. The slender jade hand turned into a ferocious ghost claw. It was covered with scars. It was a ferocious ghost.

Xu que sneered: "you have a bit of courage. You dare to seduce the poor monk and die!"

After that, the Buddha's light surges all over the body. Raising your hand is a move to learn from the Vajra magic palm inherited from the ancient Buddha.

The rich Buddha light converged into a huge golden palm print and roared towards the front, killing it in a flash.

At the moment when the female ghost disappeared, the surrounding environment retreated like the melting of ink.

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

Several people with strong cultivation have sobered up, while those with poor strength are still trapped in a dreamland.

"Tang Daoyou escaped from the dreamland so quickly." The middle-aged man was surprised.

Xu que smiled and said, "I'm flattered. It's just that my Buddha's power is more restrained from evil things here."

"Indeed, Buddhism does have natural advantages here." The middle-aged man sighed, walked beside the monks who were still immersed in the dreamland, and said in a deep voice, "this should be the entrance array mentioned on the map, but what we didn't expect is that the array is actually composed of hundreds of ghosts, which is really impossible to prevent."

Murong Yunhai also walked in it to help those who did not get out of the dreamland 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 bodies lying behind them are the main reason for their depression.

Everyone didn't expect, but just stepped into the ghost Valley, there was a monk's death.

And not one or two. There were ten monks who died in this array.

There is even a Fairy Statue!

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

Even immortal Zun died unknowingly. How can they survive this array intact?

They can accept death in battle. After fighting the enemy with real swords and guns, they can die if they are inferior to others. That way, at least they can die well.

But they can't accept the array formed by ghosts.

"Do you have your own way to deal with this array?" The middle-aged man glanced around, and no one dared to look at it.

He sighed, already aware of the result.

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

Although these friars are superior in strength, they can't compare with Xu Ke and others in psychological perseverance, and even those Tianzhou people who died in battle.

Moreover, ghosts rarely appear in xianyunzhou. Most friars either run directly into reincarnation or find ways to give up and rebuild. Who will be willing to exist as ghosts? In this way, they can't even think of a few ways to deal with ghosts“ How about... Let's quit first? " A young man suggested. Others raised their heads, looked at each other, and then looked at Murong Yunhai with expectant eyes. Although middle-aged men are their leaders at this time, everyone knows that Murong Yunhai from Tianmen is the leader. The power of Tianmen is so strong that almost no one will resist Tianmen. The four immortal emperors are like four mountains, firmly pressing on the heads of everyone. Murong Yunhai glanced at the younger martial brothers behind him, saw perseverance from their faces, bit his teeth and said, "move on! It's just a ghost. I work with several younger martial brothers to open up a way 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." Hearing of such a magical method, people's hearts rekindled hope again. Shangguan Ruiqian rested for a moment and showed his method of avoiding ghosts. A golden mask opened, shrouded the people in it and began to move forward. As the crowd went deeper and deeper, it was almost completely dark and could not see five fingers. I only heard the shrill cry. Several monks couldn't help but make several Dharma decisions, but they couldn't play the slightest role. Shangguan Ruiqian's forehead was sweating hard and said, "I can't support it... There are too many ghosts here, and the consumption is faster than I thought!" The crowd immediately got flustered and gathered together to report to the regiment for warmth. Seeing that the color of the hood is getting darker and darker, the sad ghost faces around are close at hand, and a trace of cracks begin to appear on the hood. Just then, a gentle voice sounded“ Amitabha, let me come. " This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.