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

Hongyi hurriedly reached out his hand to stop it.

joke!

The poor monk didn't get any news, so he's going to do it?

"This general..."

boom……

I saw the long bloody sword in the hands of the corpse captain on the horse's back, and a huge crack appeared under Hongyi's feet.

"Kneel down..."

There was a playful expression on the rotten and hideous face of the Corpse Soldier Captain.

Hong Yi took a step back, gave him a gloomy look, and silently pulled the backpack away.

Reach out and take out the silver revolver.

"Amitabha!"

"This captain is really impatient, can't he wait for the poor monk to finish his words before starting?"

"The poor monk hates being interrupted when he speaks..."

Saying that, Hong Yi slowly raised his revolver and pointed it at the head of a corpse soldier next to him.

Slowly pull the trigger.

At this time, the corpse soldier next to him held a long knife and was waving it with excitement.

"boom……"

There was a loud bang, and a burst of pale white smoke rose in front of him.

The corpse soldier was still waving the long knife in his hand just now.

It's just that the entire head has been shattered by Hong Yi's shot.

Hong Yi silently took the long knife from the corpse soldier's hand.

"Amitabha, a good journey..."

With a slight push of the palm, the whole body of the corpse soldier suddenly dissipated like smoke and dust.

"court death……"

"kill……"

When the corpse captain saw this situation, his face immediately turned gloomy, and he stretched out his hand and waved, and a blood-colored sword light wrapped in the sound of breaking wind struck.

"boom……"

Hong Yi then raised his gun, and the spiritual bullet instantly shattered the sword's brilliance.

"Rat generation... how dare..."

The long knife in the hand of the Corpse Soldier captain slashed down again, and a larger blood-colored knife beam descended from top to bottom, bringing the surrounding thick dead aura, and instantly fell down.

"Ha ha……"

"Amitabha……"

Hong Yi sneered, and glanced at the corpse captain sitting on the horse with a disdainful look on his face.

The spiritual power was revolving extremely fast, and in an instant, a golden light appeared in Hong Yi's hand.

"Roar……"

Everyone in the Spirituality Bureau only felt a deafening beast roar, followed by a dazzling golden light flashing past.

The crowd couldn't help but narrow their eyes.

It's quiet around!

Can't feel the slightest sound!

"Crack...crack...crack..."

A crisp sound came from the front.

Wait for everyone to open their eyes.

I saw that all the corpse soldiers around had mysteriously disappeared.

There were long rusted knives on the ground, which were the weapons in the hands of the corpse soldiers just now.

"Is this dead?"

Nan Ling couldn't help but whisper.

"hurry up!"

Suddenly, a familiar sound came from the fog ahead.

After a while.

Everyone stared at Hong Yi sitting on the horse in stunned eyes.