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

After asking a few more questions, Hong Yi directly sent the corpse captain away!

Amitabha!

I won't send you away again!

The poor monk is probably going to die of anger!

"Donor Nanling, the poor monk has an idea..." Hong Yi looked at the time left in his mind to transform into a pill, then looked at the current time, turned his head and said to Nan Ling:

"You go out first, the poor monk plans to sneak in and ask about it..."

"It's too dangerous, I don't agree!" Nan Ling said excitedly when she heard this:

"I don't know what's going on inside, and those who used to come in and get out of Xiaoyao Realm can't get out, let alone..."

"Amitabha...donor please rest assured...don't forget that the poor monk is still the captain of the corpse soldiers, it's okay..."

"The poor monk is going one step ahead!"

"See you in the helicopter space tomorrow morning!"

"Nonsence……"

Hong Yi immediately got on his horse and smiled at a few people, but the captain of the Corpse Soldier laughed as he kept dropping meat residue from his mouth.

Resolutely slap the horse's ass.

Immediately, the ghost horse rushed directly into the mist and disappeared.

Several people in the Spiritual Bureau looked at each other in dismay.

"Captain Nan...this...what should we do?" A team member walked up to Nan Ling and asked in a low voice.

"What else can I do... Let's go! Exit..." Nan Ling said angrily, then turned her head and walked out.

This monk...

There must be some ulterior motive.

"drive……"

"drive……"

Hongyi rode on the ghost horse and galloped all the way.

This ghost horse is very good to ride, I don't know if I can get it back, this thing doesn't need to burn oil, don't need to eat, and doesn't need a driver's license, it's beautiful...

It also takes up less space on the highway!

Not bad!

The more Hong Yi thought about it, the more satisfied he felt, and he couldn't help reaching out and patted the horse's butt again.

"Drive... 100 yards up!"

……

Central area of ​​gray death fog.

on a huge battlefield.

There were stumps and broken arms everywhere, and various flags fell to the ground.

Dark brown viscous blood covered the entire battlefield.

"King Chu!"

Suddenly, a loud shout resounded throughout the black battlefield.

A pure black giant tiger slowly took two steps forward.

I saw a handsome middle-aged man sitting on the back of the giant tiger. He was dressed in golden dragon scale armor, wearing a golden dragon crown, and a big red golden silk cloak fluttering in the wind.

The middle-aged man stared at the corpse soldiers on the opposite side, and couldn't help laughing.

"King Chu... Really don't want to cooperate with my ghost clan?"

"You know, blocking the fate of the Ghost Emperor's plan!"

Saying that, the handsome middle-aged man clapped his hands lightly.

Immediately behind him, black ghosts began to permeate, as if covering the sky.

"Roar……"

"Hey hey hey..."

"Kill... kill them!"

"Those who dare to stop the ghost emperor from dying..."

Bursts of eerie and terrifying voices kept coming from the black ghost.

After the black ghost dissipated.

Behind the handsome-looking man stood all kinds of ghosts, all of them grinning at the corpse soldiers on the opposite side.

"King Chu..."