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

Amitabha!

Just one word handsome.

But it's better if you take off the gas mask!

"goodbye……"

Nan Ling's voice was cold, without a trace of emotion.

The long sword in his hand suddenly burst into a silver light, and he was about to cut off the head of the corpse in front of him.

"Wait a minute..."

The monk's voice suddenly came from behind.

Nan Ling turned her head sideways.

What the heck is a broken gas mask, you can't see anything if you squint!

What is this monk doing?

Suddenly a golden light flashed by.

Nan Ling stared blankly at the long sword in her hand...

This is...broken...broken?

The corpse soldier's green eyes rolled around, and he was also a little confused.

Infighting?

This monk is with me?

How did you break the long sword of the woman in front of you?

Hongyi's figure leaped and came to the corpse soldier.

He stretched out his hand and pushed Nan Ling aside.

"Thanks……"

The palm of Hongyi's golden sun Tathagata instantly slapped the corpse soldier, and the corpse soldier turned into a gray dead aura and dissipated on the spot.

A green light appeared where the corpse soldiers dissipated.

Amitabha!

It actually shipped?

It's been a long time since I've seen an explosion, even though it's green!

But what did the corpse say just now?

Hongyi stretched out his hand to catch it.

Small Soldier Card: Corpse Soldier's identity certificate, number 89757!Can be exchanged for 100 super value.

Yes, talk is better than nothing!

A 100-point excess value, 10 is 1000 points, 3 is...

Hong Yi blushed and trembled, and hurriedly patted Nan Ling on the shoulder.

"gone……"

Amitabha!

The poor monk is definitely going to be fat this time!

After waiting for a while, seeing that Nan Ling still had no response, she followed her gaze.

"hiss……"

Hong Yi suddenly felt a pain in his head.

Is this what the poor monk did?

"Amitabha... Nanling donor..." Hong Yi said a little embarrassedly:

"This... The poor monk's hands were shaking just now, and he was not sure!"

"Would the poor monk accompany you?"

"Can the poor monk switch to WeChat?"

Nanling looked up at the monk in front of him and threw the long sword on the ground.

You can't beat someone so big?

What about a liar?

I really want to kill you ah ah ah ah...

……

"Amitabha... The benefactor of Nanling, the poor monk really missed it just now..." Hong Yi walked at the forefront of the team, turned around and said to Nan Ling who was behind him:

"Monks don't lie..."