Myth Beyond Heaven Chapter 112
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Yun Lintian's eyes fixated on the ghostly figure for a while and discovered the figure was similar to a woman wearing a long white robe… Could it be this is not a ghost but a profound practitioner?
While Yun Lintian was thinking, the ghostly figure abruptly turned around and looked at Yun Lintian directly. At this moment, the cloud in the sky seemed to move, letting a dimmed moonlight shine down upon the figure, revealing the figure's face. This figure was a woman! She was not just an ordinary woman, but she was alluring to the extreme.
She wore a loose, long white robe, showing her snow-white shoulders and her cleavage between her bountiful breasts. The split line on her long skirt was long to the point her thighs and her long legs were exposed. All of a sudden, her red lips slowly formed into a beautiful smile… but to Yun Lintian, this smile was too scary!
Instantaneously, Yun Lintian had goosebumps. His entire being seemed to freeze on the spot. Of course, he wasn't stunned by her beauty, but he was scared for real!
For all his life, Yun Lintian rarely feared anything — even death wasn't a thing he feared, but this ghostly woman in front of him had actually made him scare stiff!
"What a handsome boy." The woman said. Her voice was ethereal, as though she was directly speaking to Yun Lintian's mind.
Yun Lintian forced himself to calm down and tried to think of a way to escape from this place. Suddenly, he clapped his hands together and acted as though he were a monk. "Amitabha. This benefactor, what grief do you have before you die?" He didn't know whether this method work, but it was better than nothing… Ghost should fear a monk, right? When this ghostly woman was distracting, he would flee right away.
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"Oh?" The ghostly woman was amused. "Are you a monk?"
Yun Lintian looked at the ghostly woman's face fearlessly and said. "Yes. I am a monk."
The ghostly woman chuckled and said. "What kind of monk are you? Why didn't you shave your head?"
Yun Lintian smiled confidently as he activated his bullshitting skill. "Amitabha. Benefactor had probably been dead a long time ago. You might not know this. Nowadays, the monk doesn't have to shave their head anymore as long as you have Buddha in your heart."
The ghostly woman suddenly laughed. Her laughter was scary as it reverberated throughout the place, making Yun Lintian's body stiffened further.
She laughed for a good while before she said. "Don't you know this? The boy who loves to lie is not a good boy, and…." She paused to lick her lips before she continued with a chilling voice. "And the ghost like me loves to eat the bad little boy like you the most."
Yun Lintian felt as if he was thrown into the abyss of ice as his body turned cold, losing the ability to move. His entire being was drenched in a cold sweat as he tried his best to calm down while his mind spun rapidly, thinking of a way to escape.
"Hehe. Look at you. Why are you so scared?" The ghostly woman teased while slowly floating toward Yun Lintian.
Yun Lintian breathed heavily, and several silver needles appeared in his hand, preparing to throw them at the approaching ghost.
The ghostly woman obviously noticed his movement, but she pretended she didn't see it and still approached him without care.
When the ghostly woman was twenty meters away, Yun Lintian immediately flicked his hand, sending all the silver needles at the ghostly woman.
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However, before the silver needles could reach the target, they were abruptly stopped in the air as if they were being controlled.
Yun Lintian was shocked. One had to know he was confident his conceal weapon throwing skill was insanely good. Even a Heaven Profound practitioner might not necessarily put up a defense on time. The only explanation was this ghostly woman had strength, at least the Ruler Profound Realm.
"My, my. You are really a bad little boy." The ghostly woman chuckled. When she waved her hand slightly, all the silver needles immediately fell to the ground.
She licked her red lips and said. "What else do you have now? Come one, this sister will play with you."
Her voice at this moment was incomparably seductive. Even Yun Lintian's body, which was already turned cold, seemed to start to heat up when he heard this.
Yun Lintian knew the situation was highly unfavored by him. He blamed himself, as he should have learned some exorcist profound arts during the past months… Who would have thought he would encounter such a powerful ghost this soon?
Yun Lintian could only think of his last resort — the escape talisman. Without delaying further, the escape talisman appeared in his hand as he immediately activated it.
"Escape talisman? A powerful one too?" The ghostly woman was surprised slightly. The escape talisman was not rare, but such a high-level talisman in Yun Lintian's hand. "Good boy, you have such a good toy with you."
The white light instantly enveloped Yun Lintian's body, intending to teleport him away. Unfortunately, before he could complete his escape, a deep blue light suddenly shot out from the ghostly woman's finger and immediately dissipated the white light around Yun Lintian's body wholly.
Yun Lintian was dumbfounded on the spot. This was the first time he saw someone could interrupt the escape talisman entirely, just merely pointing at him. One had to know his escape talisman was not ordinary. Yun Huanxin had personally extracted the space element and stored it with the help of space runes that Yun Lintian inscribed with hard effort… Who the hell is this ghost!?
"The space element is scarce. I wonder how did you do it?" The ghostly woman spoke while still slowly floating toward Yun Lintian.
Yun Lintian didn't have the mood to answer here, as his life was in danger. Just as he hesitated whether he should summon the Gate of Beyond Heaven to escape from this predicament, his right thumb had subconsciously caressed his interspatial ring.
Buzz!
All of a sudden, a bright golden light burst out from his invisible interspatial ring and shot toward the ghostly woman in a flash!
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