Chapter 1644: You Use This to Test This Poor Monk

That beauty's posture was enchanting, her expression bewitching, and the few pieces of cloth on her body were more like they were used to enhance the flirtatious effect rather than to cover up.

She had originally been charmingly approaching Xu Que, and before the "official" (husband/man) could finish speaking, she was stunned by Xu Que's bold words.

She hadn't left this place for a hundred or eighty years; could it be that the folk customs of the outside world had become so simple, or rather, so dissolute to this extent?

Not enough with one, actually asking for ten right away?

And it was a request made by a monk?

But as the saying goes, beauty's schemes are fast; after being stunned for half a moment, she once again overflowed with a bewitching smile: "Official... you are truly joking. I'm afraid you couldn't even handle one of me, let alone ten."

"Amitabha." Xu Que put his hands together and asked sincerely, "May I ask if the benefactor knows the Twofold Heaven?"

"Uh... this, this slave has not yet been involved, but if needed, this slave can learn..."

"What about that dragon?"

"Ah, this..."

"What about the Yin-Yang deep interaction, turning over and over, Victoria Iron Tower style?"

"..."

Xu Que sighed extremely regretfully: "You should at least know how to move yourself, right?"

"Ah! I know this!"

Finally hearing something she understood, the beauty was instantly overjoyed and threw a flirtatious glance at Xu Que: "I didn't expect the official to know so many ways to play; you must teach this slave well later."

Xu Que instantly put away his smile, his tongue blooming with spring thunder: "You don't know this, you don't know that, you use this to test this poor monk? Which monk can't withstand such a test!"

With that, he struck out with one palm, Buddha light splashing: "You are useless, this poor monk will send you to the Western Paradise of Ultimate Bliss!"

The beauty was caught off guard and was directly hit by this palm, instantly feeling the incomparable Buddha light rapidly dissolving her body.

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

That beautiful face let out a painful wail, and under the reflection of the Buddha light, revealed its original appearance.

As if scorched by fire, it was pitch black all over, its slender jade hands turned into ferocious ghost claws, covered in scars; it was actually a fierce and evil ghost.

Xu Que sneered: "You actually have some guts, actually daring to seduce this poor monk, go to hell!"

With that, Buddha light surged around his body, and he raised his hand to perform a Diamond Demon-Slaying Palm learned from the ancient Buddha's inheritance.

The dense Buddha light gathered into a huge golden palm print, blasting forward violently, instantly blasting it into ashes.

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

They saw the sky was still as dim, only that the crowd that had disappeared just now appeared beside him again.

The few people with strong cultivation had already woken up, while those with slightly weaker strength were 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: "Overpraised, it's just that my Buddha's power is relatively restraining to the evil things in this place."

"Indeed, the Buddha Sect does have a natural advantage in this place." The middle-aged man sighed, walked beside those cultivators 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 a hundred ghosts, which is truly hard to guard against."

Murong Yunhai also walked among them, helping those who had not yet broken free from the illusion to regain their senses.

Those who woke up, after adjusting for a moment, also joined the team helping others.

About a quarter of an hour later, everyone gathered together, their faces showing sorrow.

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

No one had expected that just after stepping into the Ghost Valley, there would actually be the death of cultivators.

And it wasn't just one or two; a full ten cultivators died in this formation.

Among them was even an Immortal Venerable!

Silence, panic spread in this place like a virus, and everyone felt fear for the road ahead.

Even an Immortal Venerable died unknowingly; how could they, who survived by luck, pass through this formation intact?

They could accept dying in battle; after fighting with the enemy with real swords and real guns, dying because they were inferior in skill, at least that would be dying for a worthy cause.

But dying in a formation composed of ghosts, this was something they couldn't accept.

"Everyone, does anyone have a way to deal with this formation?" The middle-aged man scanned the circle; where his gaze reached, no one dared to look him in the eye.

He sighed, knowing the result in his heart.

The cultivators of the Immortal Cloud Continent were powerful, but precisely because the Immortal Cloud Continent was too powerful, they had never experienced failure.

These cultivators were indeed outstanding in strength, but in terms of psychological resilience, they couldn't compare to Xu Que and others, and couldn't even compare to those from the Heavenly Continent who died in battle.

Moreover, ghosts rarely appeared in the Immortal Cloud Continent; most cultivators either entered reincarnation directly or found ways to possess and re-cultivate; who would be willing to exist as a ghost?

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

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

The others raised their heads one after another, looked at each other, and then turned their expectant gazes toward Murong Yunhai.

Although the middle-aged man was their leader at the moment, everyone knew that the one truly in charge was Murong Yunhai from the Heavenly Gate.

The power of the Heavenly Gate was too strong; almost no one present would have the thought of resisting the Heavenly Gate.

The Four Directions Immortal Emperors were like four big mountains, firmly pressing on everyone's heads.

Murong Yunhai glanced at the junior brothers behind him, saw the determination on their faces, gritted his teeth, and said, "Continue forward! They are merely ghosts and phantoms. My junior brothers and I will join forces to carve out a path for everyone!"

Shangguan Ruiqian stood out and said in a deep voice: "I have a secret technique that can temporarily avoid the harassment of ghosts."

Hearing that there was such a magical method, hope reignited in everyone's hearts.

Shangguan Ruiqian rested for a moment, performed the ghost-avoiding method he spoke of, and a golden light shield opened, covering everyone, and they started to move forward.

As everyone went deeper and deeper, the sky became almost completely dark, and you couldn't see your fingers.

Only shrill wails could be heard in their ears. A few cultivators couldn't help it and struck out several magic spells, but they couldn't play any role at all.

Shangguan Ruiqian's forehead was dripping with cold sweat, and he said with difficulty: "I can't hold on much longer... there are too many ghosts in this place, the consumption is faster than I imagined!"

Everyone was instantly panicked, gathering together, wanting to huddle for warmth.

Watching the color of the light shield becoming dimmer and dimmer, the ferocious faces of the ghosts nearby were close at hand, and cracks began to appear on the light shield.

Just at this moment, a gentle voice sounded.

"Amitabha, let this poor monk do it."

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