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

"Get out of the way first, be careful that poor monk Xiu is full of blood..."

Say it!

Hongyi took out the flashlight directly from his bag and pressed the button to turn it on...

Immediately brightened up!

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah……"

Nanling next to him suddenly screamed and turned his face away!

oh, this woman...

I'm embarrassed to brag that I know all kinds of skills, and I'm not afraid of danger...

Amitabha!

That's it?

Hongyi glanced at the place illuminated by the flashlight with a smile on his face.

"Ah ah ah ah ah……"

Immediately, he slapped the giant white shadow in front of him with a single palm!

What the hell was that stick just now?

It's almost hitting the poor monk's face!

In an instant, Hong Yi's face became gloomy, he got up directly, and slowly walked towards the white giant shadow.

actually……

Even without clothes...

Unexpectedly, the poor monk is a monk. Do you have a reaction when you look at the poor monk?

Who can resist this?

"Roar……"

The giant white shadow that was blown away roared and climbed up instantly.

In the empty eye sockets, the gray-white eyeballs gradually glowed red.

A wave of Yin Qi kept pouring into the No. 4 Cinema.

"Dare...dare...resist...I...die!" A sound like shards of glass rubbing against the concrete floor slowly came from the mouth of the giant white shadow.

"die……"

I saw that the white giant shadow's eyes suddenly turned blood red, and his body actually swelled a bit. The whole person's expression was hideous, and he kept grinning, revealing two rows of sharp animal teeth.

Hong Yi couldn't help but glance at the straight up straight up again...

The spiritual energy in his hand gathered, and a golden light instantly condensed in the palm of his hand.

"I come……"

Just as Hong Yi was about to make his move, a woman's coquettish shout came from behind.

A red figure jumped to Hong Yi in an instant, and the long sword in his hand was a little cold.

With long hair fluttering, she turned her back to Hong Yi, turned her head slightly, and her eyes were cold:

"Let you also see the strength of the Nangu Spirituality Bureau..."

"I, Nanling!"

"Swordsmanship is invincible..."

"Long Song Sword Art..."

A burst of drink.

Hong Yi only felt that the cold light kept flashing in front of him.

The eyes are covered with sword shadows one after another.

The silver-white sword shadow kept shining in the dark theater.

Very beautiful.

Beautiful is really beautiful.

This is the effect...

"Amitabha, come back, Nanling benefactor..." Hong Yi took a step forward and said to Nanling who was still swinging his sword:

"If you go on like this, your sword will be broken in a while!"

Nanling was stunned when he heard the voice behind him.

Then Tijian turned his head and walked back angrily.

Why is this white giant shadow so hard!

The blade is about to go out of the way, isn't it?