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

William wants to cry...

Return to human form.

In front of the live broadcast equipment, Earl William was like a guinea pig waiting for an experiment, his whole body trembling non-stop.

"Fellow friends, next, the poor monk will introduce the innate skills of the blood clan in detail. So far, the poor monk only knows that vampires have strong recovery ability and can transform, even summon, and change their physical form..." Hong Yi is very interested Circling around William non-stop.

"Let's introduce, what talents do your blood family have? Is everyone different? Or..." Hong Yi said to Count William.

Earl William had a strong desire to survive, and Hong Yi was very satisfied.

At this time, in order not to be abused again by the monk in front of him, he chose to answer honestly, isn't it a Protoss skill?Any vampire knows that, right?

"The curse of immortality, the blood mist that destroys the world, the body of immortality, the words of hell, the wings of freedom, the change of the end, the darkness is coming, the kiss is bestowed!"

A series of high-profile words came out of William's mouth.

Hong Yi was stunned!

Are these god horses?

"Amitabha, benefactor, do you know all these?" Hong Yi asked with interest.

The blood race's talent skills are so cool?

William shook his head and said, "This is the power of God. Only the great Prince Dracula has all of them. We can only awaken some of our talents, and the power cannot be compared with His Royal Highness at all."

"Water friends, it seems that the poor monk can't demonstrate all the skills of the vampires for everyone today. If the poor monk encounters that Dracula in the future, the poor monk will make up for some of the remaining skills..." Hong Yi said a little. Sorry to say to the live broadcast room.

Amitabha.

I thought this Earl was high enough!

Must be a big man!

I didn't expect it to be a waste, dare to come out and farm monsters with insufficient skills?

Isn't this looking for death?

"Amitabha, the poor monk will talk about his understanding of these skills."

"Although it sounds really impressive!"

"But according to the observation of the poor monk, some of these skills should be just... specially named to stretch the unfathomable nature, and the actual skills are just like that!"

Hong Yi pulled William up with one hand, pushed him down on the metal table again, and secured it with a lighted chain.

He picked up a sharp scalpel from the side and started slashing randomly on him.

Zoom in.

"As you can see, this should be the indestructible body of a vampire, with strong physical recovery ability, but, in fact, this skill is more survivable, and the poor monk thinks it is much weaker than some ghosts..."

Hong Yi disdainfully used his spiritual power and tried to punch a few times.

With every punch, a big hole appeared in William's body.

Under the recovery ability, the big hole slowly healed.

However, every time he healed, William's face turned pale.

He didn't receive a few punches from Hong Yi, and at this time he was already looking too much.

"Sure enough, there is a limit to the recovery of the body. It should be due to insufficient energy, which is not enough to recover." Hong Yi pointed to the last big hole that was no longer recovering.

"The blood fog of destroying the world, this poor monk has felt it, it feels like a layer of red smog, which can obstruct people's sight, but the poor monk does not feel that the effect is not very big, the black ghost energy released by any ghost king is more than The visibility of this blood fog is much lower."

Hong Yi took out another bag of blood from the storage box and fed it to William.

"Amitabha, benefactor, please perform this red haze for everyone!"

Earl William has surrendered!

This monk has no human nature!

Compare yourself to what the hell!

A burst of red smoke instantly filled the entire plastic operating room, the smell of blood was very strong, and the visibility was not high.

However, it doesn't really work.

Bad review!

"What is the language of hell? Can you demonstrate it for the poor monk..."

Sounds like a great name, right?

"squeak……"

Hongyi: "..."

What the hell are you teasing the poor monk, is this the language of hell?

You might as well call it the Whisper of the Bat, what does it have to do with hell?

Isn't this purely the sound of a bat, with some ultrasound by the way?

However, the packaging ability of this blood clan is absolutely top-notch!