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

"Ding, the host of Hongyi has obtained a super value of 1000."

"Ding, congratulations to the host for getting 100 superpowers."

"Ding, congratulations to the host..."

The white cassock waved over, and all the dropped items in the pit were taken away by the system.

Just after a full blow, the spiritual power in Hongyi's body has been exhausted and needs to be replenished urgently.

"Jie Jie... This king has left the grave!"

At this moment, a voice suddenly came from the huge tomb bag.

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Chapter 10 Black Zombie King (please collect! Silver ticket!)

Chapter [-] Black Zombie King

The huge tomb began to fall apart, and the black yin gas kept overflowing from it. After a while, the entire tomb slowly collapsed, and a bottomless pit appeared impressively.

"Crack... squeak..."

A harsh metal friction sounded.

Inside the deep grave, a behemoth slowly rose, it was actually a bronze coffin, the whole coffin was covered with turquoise patina, the walls of the coffin were engraved with various patterns of ghosts, and black mist kept gushing out from the crevices of the coffin.

"This... this is the burial coffin of the Black Zombie King, hurry up... quickly take out the protective magic weapon. This is a ghost of a century. If you enter the body, you will be killed on the spot, and if you are a ghost, you will never be reincarnated!" Seeing this, Gu Heng immediately shouted to everyone in the Spirituality Bureau.

And next to Mr. Wang, a carp flipped up from the ground and started to undress.

"What are you looking at! Hurry up and help!" The tattered Taoist robe that was shot was full of holes, and he couldn't take it off. He couldn't help shouting to Gu Heng, who was watching the play next to him:

"Quick, the round chime is in the clothes and can't be taken off, you reach out and take it out!"

Gu Heng frowned and stretched his hand into his robe, groping for a while.

"A little bit below!"

"Under the belly..."

"Yes, right now, next time!"

Suddenly, Lord Wang's body shook, and he turned his head to look at Gu Heng dazedly.

Gu Heng also blushed.

What's the matter, don't Taoist priests wear underwear?

"Come on, have you touched enough? Hurry up and take out the round chime!" Lord Wang shouted in a low voice.

Gu Heng held a round metal plate with two fingers and handed it to him, and quickly wiped his hands off his body.

I always feel an unspeakable smell in my fingers.

"Spirit Pivot Bodyguard!"

A layer of light cyan mask instantly shrouded everyone, and Mr. Wang wiped his forehead at this moment, and said with lingering fear: "The ghost is overflowing from the coffin, I am afraid that the black zombie king has broken through the shackles!"

"Master, the poor monk is unclear about something?" At this moment, a little monk in white appeared beside him, standing with his hands folded, bowed slightly, and looked at him with a smile on his face.

"You..." Lord Wang pointed at the monk in front of him, his fingers trembling slightly.

Are monks so thick-skinned now?

Is it because these holes in Pindao are not obvious?

Or is the bruise on Pindao's face unclear?

How can you act like no one else?

Have you considered my feelings?

If it weren't for the old way to beat you, the old way...

"Humph!" Master Wang pouted, wanting me to answer you, which is really whimsical.

"Daoist? Can you answer one or two?" Hong Yi slowly raised his index finger.

"The poor monk just wanted to ask what you said about the shackles? Isn't the Daoist not far from the answer?" The index finger slowly began to glow, a burst of energy shot out, and the cyan mask above his head suddenly rippled.

"Haha..." Lord Wang sneered.

threaten me?

He hurriedly reached out and pressed Hongyi's finger: "The awakening of spiritual power is for the extraordinary, and the only way to break free is the shackles, and all three locks are broken and I am free!"

Can't understand?

That's right if you don't understand!

"Amitabha! Thank you Daoist for answering!"

Hong Yi turned his head, looked at the bronze coffin, and said no more.

"Do you understand?" Lord Wang asked in disbelief.