The white ghost glanced at her and jumped into the whirlpool first.

Zhuo Hua showed a smile of unknown meaning and followed closely.

As soon as she stepped in, Zhuo Hua felt an indescribable coldness, as if countless tentacles were tightly wrapped around her. She did not resist, and obediently allowed the force to drag her to unknown places.

But in an instant, Zhuohua stood firmly on the ground.

The ghost world was similar to what she had imagined, there was no sunlight or stars, only a sky stained with ink.

Zhuo Hua stood there, looking at the large number of ghost cultivators who suddenly appeared around him.

This batch of ghost cultivators was basically the same as the one she had seen before, except for the color, the rest was just like a copy and paste.

The ghost cultivators all wore high hats and long robes. The only difference is that one part is black and the other part is white. It's really like black and white.

"I've said it all, I'm just trying to ask for something, why don't you believe it?" Zhuohua hung his head slightly, arranging his sleeves, and the oozing smile on his lips slowly spread, but he couldn't help but make people feel a chill in his heart.

The ghost cultivators didn't care what Zhuohua was going to do, in their eyes, Zhuohua was an intruder, and since he was an intruder, he would definitely be a threat to them. They glanced at each other, picked up their weapons, and rushed towards her.

Zhuohua felt a little helpless in his heart. That ghost cultivator wouldn't really think that he was not prepared at all and came here to give away people's heads in a daze, right?

Thousands of miles to send people's heads?

"I really don't want to fight." She whispered, and then, with a wave of her hand, a barrier of spiritual power appeared around her, shining with dazzling white light. In this dark place, it instantly becomes a dazzling existence.

What are ghost cultivators most afraid of? She had done her homework before she came.

It's a Buddhist practice.

Although she is not a Buddhist cultivator, the last time she got the "Sanskrit Sound" in the secret realm, she found that she was inexplicably able to transform the spiritual power in her body into Buddha power.

Right now, here, just in handy.

The ghost cultivators looked at the person who was surrounded by them and suddenly closed their eyes, and they couldn't help but laugh a little in their hearts, isn't this going to wait for death? However, they noticed that the woman began to open her lips slightly, and what was she thinking?

Obscure words formed in the air, each of which was composed of the Buddha's power shining with golden light, and these words were the content that had just been sung by Zhuohua.

"This, this, this ......"

The bodies of the ghost cultivators trembled, and they had a natural fear of this power. This is not determined by the strength or not, but a natural suppression, just like water can extinguish a fire. However, if the fire is big and the water is small, the fire can have the upper hand.

It's just—

Obviously, they are not yet able to reach the level of a "raging fire" that cannot be extinguished by the scorching "water".

"She, isn't she a Taoist cultivator?" The white ghost who brought her to the ghost world was already white, and his face seemed to be a little whiter. Before, he clearly didn't feel that there was Buddha power in her body. You must know that ghost cultivators are very sensitive to this force. Moreover, the power she used before was clearly spiritual power.

He suddenly realized how stupid he was, and now he was afraid that it would not end well.

Zhuohua didn't want to hurt them, after all, she just wanted to beg for something, and there was no need to make enemies with them. Besides, if you really hurt the people in the ghost world, I'm afraid this thing will be difficult to please.

Thinking of this, she stopped chanting and slowly opened her eyes.