True Immortal of the Netherworld

Monk Musen took a breath of cold air and his consciousness moved, but he could not clearly see the cultivation level of the foreign woman opposite him.

In the world of cultivation, people with high cultivation can easily see through the cultivation level of people with low cultivation through the power of spiritual consciousness. On the contrary, it is almost impossible.

Although Monk Musen could not tell the cultivation level of the foreign woman opposite him, he made a quick judgment based on his past experience.

"Although I can't tell the exact cultivation level of this foreign woman, the sense of oppression is not strong. It can never be the cultivation level of the Heavenly Tribulation Realm, or even the peak level of the Daoming Realm. And her physical attributes are also wooden. The attribute is especially superior to mine. It is already the realm of human and wood. If it weren't for the fact that I am also good at wood attributes, I would think that this foreign woman is a wood demon who has achieved enlightenment and transformed into a human form. "He. After calming down, she said, "She is a woman. She is a foreign woman whose cultivation is at least the second level of Daoming Realm. She is probably from the Southern Territory."

But at this moment, Monk Musen did not dare to act rashly.

Right now, the distance between him and this foreign woman was only a few feet, and it was so close that he felt insecure.

If the foreign woman standing opposite him, who was at the second level of Daoming Realm, had suddenly attacked him as soon as he appeared, I am afraid that he would have gone to study with the Buddha of the West.

Monk Musen narrowed his eyes slightly, and he could clearly see the exotic woman's enchanting eyebrows and high and undulating chest. There was even a faint fragrance of grass and trees spread by the wind. It was the woman's unique body fragrance, but compared to the fragrance of flowers. More intoxicating. This is very useful for him who is born with a wood attribute.

He even had an inexplicable hallucination for a moment. The woman opposite was a beautiful flower, exuding an alluring fragrance. All this made his heart beat faster and his blood surge...

His extremely nervous mood quickly calmed down under the comfort of this strange fragrance. To be more precise, he was in a state of forgetfulness and intoxication.

"No, it's the wood spirit's charm technique." Monk Musen raised his right hand and turned it into a sword finger and stabbed his heart suddenly. With a bang, half an inch into the finger, there was blood.

Monk Musen's heart trembled violently, as if his whole body was struck by lightning, and his deep spiritual energy suddenly came to his senses. He shook his head vigorously to see clearly the person opposite.

But the woman opposite stood there, motionless, with a pair of big eyes looking straight into Monk Musen's eyes, a slight smile raised at the corner of her mouth, like a silent knife, charming and heart-piercing.

The foreign woman naturally smoothed a strand of long hair scattered around her face with her jade hand, and said warmly: "Look, I'm scaring a monk like you. Is this young lady that scary?"

Monk Musen said sternly: "You are not Zihui, how did you enter this demon-conquering realm? You have been waiting here for a long time, what are you going to do?"

The foreign woman said: "What a mess of purple trouble, it really ruins the fun. I have been waiting here for some time, just to wait for you to come out."

"You!" Monk Musen didn't know how to continue questioning, but he was sure in his heart that this person was an enemy rather than a friend.

"I want your body." The foreign woman said calmly.

"Nonsense."

Monk Musen's eyes widened, and a large amount of green spiritual energy rose from his body. He took a step forward and grabbed it with his right hand.

A sharp palm like a withered vine appeared on the surface of his open five fingers, drawing five traces of energy visible to the naked eye in the void, falling straight towards the shoulder of the foreign woman opposite.

The face of the foreign woman opposite was just indifferent, without any unnecessary expression. Not only did she not dodge, but she took a half-step forward and raised her towering chest towards

Welcome forward.

Monk Musen's grip just now was only a slight pause, his eyes were cold, and his magic power was boosted, and the shadow of the vine claws on the surface of his palm became more solid, "Frivolous! I will let this monk save you, an evil person like you."

Monk Musen knew in his heart that he was probably no match for this foreign woman. Instead of waiting for the woman to deal with him, he might as well strike first, perhaps exposing the opponent's flaws, and then find a way to escape.

Just when Monk Musen's attacking fingertips were about to touch the woman's high chest.

The woman's figure suddenly became illusory, and a phantom of a green jade willow suddenly appeared on the surface of her body.

"Buzz!"

A cloud of emerald green mist exploded, and the woman's body disappeared. However, hundreds of willow branches shot out from the exploded mist, wrapping around Monk Musen's figure.

"No, it's the Wood Escape Substitution Technique."

boom!

Monk Musen's grasp failed, and the three ancient trees not far away were smashed to pieces by his grasp.

However, those green willow branches immediately wrapped around Monk Musen's body surface, but they did not seem to have any strong restraining power.

Monk Musen tore at his body with both hands, tearing the willow branches wrapped around his body to pieces.

"Cluck...cluck..." A faint chuckle came from behind Monk Musen.

Monk Musen turned around quickly.

Three feet away, the foreign woman was looking at him and smiling, a contemptuous smile.

"This woman's wood escape skills are much better than mine. I have no room to display my wood escape skills in front of her. She is simply my nemesis. I'd better run away quickly, as long as I can contact senior brother Chi Yan, or Jin Guang and Yin Guang may not be able to kill her."

With a judgment in his mind, Monk Musen made a hand gesture, and a large cloud of green mist rose up around him, and his figure was instantly hidden in the green mist.

"This? This?" The green mist dissipated, but Monk Musen's body still remained in place, with a look of panic on his face.

At this moment, green vines sprouted out of nowhere on the ground beneath his feet, wrapping his ankles tightly.

On the surface of the green rattan, strange runes swam like snakes, acting like a powerful binding technique.

Three feet away, the figure of a foreign woman blurred and disappeared into a green shadow.

The next moment, a green shadow flashed a foot in front of Monk Musen, revealing the graceful figure of an exotic woman.

"Ding dong." The silver jewelry on the neck of the foreign woman made a clear and audible sound.

This time, the distance between the foreign woman and Monk Musen was even closer, so close that they were only separated by a short knife.

This time, Monk Musen could really smell the exotic woman's body fragrance, or the scent of her hair, like green smoked grass, but he no longer had the intoxicating feeling he had before.

He could also clearly see a delicate butterfly-shaped hair button in the woman's bun. It was a flower-picking silver butterfly, flying freely with its wings seemingly spread but not spread out, intoxicated by the fragrance of the flowers.

"If you take it seriously, you will lose." The foreign woman said calmly.

Without pausing, the foreign woman reached out her right hand and pressed it on Monk Musen's chest.

When the foreign woman's hand moved away, the clothes on Monk Musen's chest had been shattered, and there was a green vine-shaped mark on the exposed skin.

"Oops." Monk Musen wailed, and suddenly felt as if his heart was tightly grasped by someone, his soul was stagnant, his magic power was released, and he had no power to resist.

now

, Monk Musen's mind was full of regret. If he had been calmer just now, he wouldn't have fallen into this foreign woman's way so easily.

"Who are you?" Monk Musen asked in panic.

"I won't tell you." The foreign woman joked, stretching out a finger to poke Monk Musen's chest lightly.

Monk Musen's tall figure staggered and almost fell.

At this moment, he was like a mouse in the claws of a hunting cat, with no power to resist.

"You witch, don't humiliate me. If you want to kill me, kill me." Monk Musen glared and said decisively.

At this moment, in the open space next to the two of them, there was an unknown ghost flag inserted into the ground. The light golden ghost runes on the surface of the ghost flag kept flowing.

Immediately afterwards, a stream of black mist sprayed out from the ghost flag, and when the mist subsided, an ordinary-looking Zhang Sanlai wearing a gray robe was revealed, with a pair of small eyes like soybeans.

When the foreign woman saw this, she immediately said respectfully: "Welcome to you, master."

Zhang Sandao: "You did a good job, I'm very satisfied."

"Thank you for the compliment, Master." The foreign woman said respectfully.

Zhang San waved his hand, and the foreign woman understood, and her figure turned into a stream of emerald green light and disappeared into the ghost flags not far away.

After that, Zhang San made a move with one hand, and the ghost flag came into his hands.

"Who are you?" Monk Musen asked with a confused look on his face.

Zhang San ignored him and muttered to himself: "The physical strength and talent are quite adequate, just a bit worse than the previous Qingyan Monk. In this realm of subduing demons, there is no better choice."

Monk Musen suddenly realized: "You, you are the Thousand-faced Ghost. Monk Qingyan suffered at your hands."

Every pore on his body stood up, and a cool breeze poured in, like needle pricks.

He had heard of the Thousand Faced Ghost. That is the ruthless character who ranks third on the list of evil cultivators in Zhongyuan Continent. According to legend, the Thousand-faced Ghost possesses a seven-evil ghost flag and is good at capturing people's souls with the ghost flag, and the people captured will become his ghost slaves.

Previously, the three sons of King Kong, who were also disciples of the Golden Buddha Temple, died one after another while performing tasks in the Green Fire Demon Realm. There is more definite news that Qingyan Monk, one of the Three Sons of Vajra, was once detained as a ghost slave by the Thousand Faced Ghost.

Monk Musen wished he could immediately destroy his Nascent Soul, but at this moment, his heart was sealed by the foreign woman's confinement technique, and he could not gather any mana.

Zhang San held the ghost flag and approached Monk Mu Sen expressionlessly. Every time he took a step closer, Monk Mu Sen felt that a thousand knives were stabbing his soul. It was not painful, but terrifying.

Zhang San stood opposite Monk Musen.

The resentment and determination in Monk Musen's eyes soon turned into pleading.

He knelt down and said, "Your Majesty, Thousand-Faced Ghost, a good man, please kill me. Don't turn me into a ghost slave."

"Under the ghost flags, there are all ghost slaves."

The ghost flag in Zhang San's hand shook, and a black wind blew out, and the figure of Monk Musen was included in the ghost flag.

After that, Zhang San opened his mouth, and the dark ghost flag gradually became smaller, swallowed by it and disappeared from his mouth, entering the Zifu space.

The next moment, a dark ghost mist emerged from Zhang San's body, and the ghost mist subsided. Zhang San was gone, but there was another "Monk Musen."

The thousand-faced ghost transformed into "Musen Monk" moved his limbs and said, "As an excellent actor, I have to perform every role just right."

As soon as he finished speaking, a large green mist rose from the body of "Monk Musen". The green mist converged, and the body of "Monk Musen" disappeared.