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

"boom……"

"Ah ah ah ah..."

The Borrowing Ghost couldn't help it this time, and let out a loud roar.

A pair of small gray-white eyes were instantly congested, the blue veins on the forehead suddenly burst, and the beads of sweat kept dripping.

"Amitabha, the poor monk knows that you can recover!"

"But there are many painful ways, and not all of them need to be restored. You look like a poor monk. If you give you a kick, it won't break!"

"but……"

"The poor monk looks at the donor's appearance, it should be very painful, right?"

After a long time, Borrowing Ghost breathed heavily, and finally calmed down a little, staring at the monk who was talking sarcastically in front of him.

The ghosts kept gathering below, but the result was not bad, and the ghosts came back!

What should I do?

"Monk, if you have the ability, you can kill me..."

Borrowing the ghost staring viciously at the monk in front of him, he said hideously.

This monk is simply not human!

Can it not hurt?

Give you a special kick, you try?

"Amitabha..." Hong Yi smiled slightly and raised his leg!

"boom!"

"Aaaaaaaa...WM!"

"It would be great if the poor monk knew how to kill you, or would you tell the poor monk how to kill you?"

"boom!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

"boom……"

"Uh..." Hong Yi kicked out, as if feeling something was broken, he reached out and touched his bald head, and said a little embarrassedly:

"I'm sorry, I'm a little too strong..."

"Donor, you are so mad, hurry up and recover!"

"It won't hurt after recovery, the poor monk should continue!"

There was a burst of piercing pain below, and black blood was already biting out of the mouth of the ghost.

The ghost in the body can't wait to rush down.

After recovery.

"call……"

Borrowing the ghost heaved a sigh of relief.

Sure enough, there is no pain after recovery. This monk is quite right.

Huh?

No, what is the monk's next sentence?

Continue?

What the hell!

Hong Yi watched as the ghostly white face in front of him changed from twisted to stretched to panic, his face turned white and then black.

I couldn't help laughing softly.

"Donor? How are you thinking?"

"Would you like to tell the poor monk how to save you?"

Hong Yi quietly stared at the borrowing ghost, and said with a serious face:

"It's good for you, the poor monk, everyone... What do you think?"

Borrowing a ghost: "..."

Listen, is this human?

Let yourself say how to successfully kill yourself?

"Jie Jie... little monk, do you think I look like a fool?" After the ghost recovered, he seemed to have forgotten the pain just now, and said to Hongyi jokingly:

"I am immortal..."

"You have the ability to kill me!"

Hong Yi took a deep breath, calmed down, turned around and took out a bottle of green liquid from his backpack, then pointed to the borrowed ghost and said: