Supernatural: a Poor Monk Becomes Stronger when He Crosses a Ghost

What's the matter, you are obviously human, so what are you doing to beat Lao Tzu?

Hongyi pulled a dumbfounded cyan zombie next to him with one hand: "This donor, are you willing?"

The cyan zombie instinctively shook his head.

"good!"

Hong Yi shot it with one palm.Cyan zombie pawn.

"This benefactor, seeing that your bones are light, you may wish..."

A white skeleton heard it and turned around and ran.

"Amitabha! Put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha on the ground. The donor is so eager, great!"

A yang finger shoots out, and the white skeleton shatters.

"This is a talent!" Gu Heng couldn't help muttering.

"Director, this is the extraordinary we're looking for. That's right, he was the one who hit the red spirit in the live broadcast room." Qin Lan, the female assistant, leaned over to him and said softly.

Gu Heng heard this, his face was serious, he turned his head and told her: "At all costs, this monk must join me in the supernatural situation, we just need such a strong and shameless master.

Beauty plan or something, you can use it when necessary, it doesn't matter if the scale is bigger, I just want the result! "

After he finished speaking, he gave her an expression that you understand.

Qin Lan: "..."

In front of the tomb, Hong Yi had already passed away several ghosts after a while.

really.

When the poor monks are moved by emotion and understood by reason, all the ghosts realize themselves and ascend to the world of bliss one after another.

Thinking about it, he shot down another ghost that fled in terror.

"Roar!"

A roar came.

The black zombie general took out the dragon-shaped knife and rushed towards the monk in front of him.

If you don't flutter, you can't do it, wait a little longer, it is estimated that all the king's subordinates will go to the west to gather.

Moreover, this little monk is so abhorrent that he even deceives the feelings of a zombie.

What about the powerful subordinates?

What about turning the tide?

things in fairy tale are lies!you liar!

The whistling sound of breaking through the air came, and Hong Yi dodged to avoid it.

boom!

A slender crack was cut directly into the ground.

Black zombies want to swept away with a knife.

Ok?

Can't get it out!

Pull again!

After finally pulling out the dragon-marked sword, he was about to use a move to sweep away thousands of troops.

Suddenly, a large golden rod appeared in front of him.

So bright!

"clang!"

A little dizzy!

"Clang, clang, clang, clang clang..."

"Hi..." Black Zombie covered his head and looked around blankly.

who am I?

where am I?

What was I just doing?

"Amitabha, the donor has a good journey..." Hong Yi turned the whole body's marrow-washing sutra spiritual power, and constantly exchanged it into the golden leg bone.

boom!

It sounded like a thunderclap.

A deep pit the size of a basketball court appeared in front of Hongyi, and the brilliance of various colors in the entire pit kept shining.

Exploded so many things?

This attack of the whole body's spiritual power was so terrifying that all the ghosts and black zombies were turned into ashes.