Chapter 803 Monk Musen

Monk Mu Sen took a breath of cold air, and his spiritual sense moved, but he could not 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 sense. On the contrary, it is almost impossible.

Although Monk Mu Sen could not see the cultivation level of the foreign woman opposite him, he made a quick judgment based on his previous experience.

"Although I can't see the exact cultivation level of this foreign woman, the sense of oppression is not strong. It is definitely not the cultivation level of the Heavenly Tribulation Realm, and it is not even the peak level of the Daoming Realm. And her body attribute is also wood attribute, but it is even better than mine. It is already the realm of human and wood integration. If it weren't for the fact that I am also good at wood attribute skills, I would think that this foreign woman is a wood demon who has attained the Tao and transformed into a human form." He calmed down his emotions, "It's a woman, a foreign woman with a cultivation level of at least the second level of the Daoming Realm, most likely from the Southern Region."

But at this moment, Monk Mu Sen did not dare to move rashly.

At the moment, the distance between him and the foreign woman was only two meters, so close that he felt no sense of security.

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, he would have gone to the Buddha in the West to learn scriptures.

Monk Mu Sen narrowed his eyes slightly, and he clearly saw the strange eyebrows and high and undulating chest of the foreign woman, and even a faint grass fragrance came with the wind, which was the woman's unique body fragrance, but it was more intoxicating than the flower fragrance. This was very useful for him who was born with a wood attribute.

He even had an inexplicable hallucination for a moment, that the woman opposite was a beautiful flower, exuding an alluring fragrance, all of which made his heart beat faster and his blood rushed hot...

His emotions, which had just been extremely tense, quickly calmed down under the comfort of this strange fragrance, or more precisely, he was intoxicated.

"Not good, it's the charm of the wood spirit." Monk Mu Sen raised his right hand, turned it into a sword finger and poked it suddenly at his heart. With a bang, the finger went in half an inch, and blood came out.

Monk Mu Sen's heart pulse trembled violently, and the whole person was struck by lightning. The deeply trapped mental power suddenly woke up. He shook his head vigorously to see the person opposite him clearly.

The woman opposite stood there, motionless, her big eyes staring straight into Monk Mu Sen's eyes, and she raised a faint smile at the corner of her mouth, which was a silent knife, charming and cutting the heart.

The foreign woman naturally used her jade hand to stroke a strand of long hair that fell on her cheek, and said in a gentle voice: "Look how scared you are, a monk. Am I that scary?"

Mu Sen monk said sternly: "You are not Zi Huo, how did you enter this demon-subduing realm? You have been waiting here for a long time, what are you doing?"

The foreign woman said: "What a mess of Zi Huo, it really ruined my interest. I have been waiting here for a few hours, just to wait for you to come out."

"You!" Mu Sen monk didn't know how to question, but he was sure that this person was an enemy, not a friend.

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

"Nonsense."

Mu Sen monk's eyes widened, a large amount of green spiritual energy rose from his body, took a step forward, and grabbed with his right hand.

On the surface of his open five fingers, a sharp palm shadow like a withered vine appeared, and five visible air marks were drawn in the void, falling directly on the shoulder of the foreign woman opposite.

The face of the foreign woman opposite was indifferent, without any extra expression. She did not dodge, but took a half step forward and thrust her towering chest forward. The force of the grab just now by Monk Mu Sen was just slightly paused, his eyes turned cold, and his magic power urged, and the shadow of the vine claw on the surface of his palm became more solid, "Flirtatious! Let this monk save you, the lewd person." Monk Mu Sen knew in his heart that he was probably not the opponent of this foreign woman. Instead of waiting for the woman to attack him, it would be better to take the initiative, perhaps to make the other party reveal a flaw, and then find a way to escape. Just when the fingertips of Monk Mu Sen were about to touch the towering chest of the woman. The woman's figure suddenly became illusory, and a shadow of a green jade willow suddenly appeared on her body. "Buzz!" A ball of emerald green mist exploded, and the woman's body disappeared, but hundreds of willow branches shot out from the exploded mist and entangled with Monk Mu Sen's figure. "Oh no, it's the Wood Release Substitute Technique."

Boom!

Monk Mu Sen's grasping power failed, and the three ancient trees not far away were smashed to pieces by his grasping power.

And those green willow branches were entangled on the surface of Monk Mu Sen's body, but it seemed that there was no strong restraining power.

Monk Mu Sen tore at his body with both hands, tearing the willow branches entangled on his body surface to pieces.

"Chuck... chuck..." A soul-stirring chuckle came from behind Monk Mu Sen.

Monk Mu Sen turned around quickly.

Three feet away, the foreign woman was looking at him and laughing, a contemptuous laugh.

"This woman's Wood Release Technique is much better than mine. My Wood Release Technique has no room for use in front of her. She is simply my nemesis. Let's run quickly. As long as we can contact Senior Brother Chi Yan, or Jin Guang and Yin Guang, we may be able to kill her."

After making a judgment in his mind, Monk Mu Sen made hand gestures, and a large cloud of green mist rose around him. 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 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 removed her hand, the clothes on Monk Musen's chest had been shattered, and there was a green vine-shaped mark on the exposed skin.

"Ouch." 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.

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, 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 were flowing continuously.

Immediately afterwards, a black mist sprayed out from the ghost flag, and the mist subsided, revealing an ordinary-looking Zhang Sanlai wearing a gray robe, 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 captured people 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 fell to his knees with a thud, "Thousand-faced Ghost, your Majesty, 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.