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

After a few seconds.

Looking at the "0.00" in the balance, the Demon Lord was stunned in place.

Quickly look at the transaction records.

A large transaction is listed at the top of the transaction record!

"Fazong Temple opened - 19988 yuan!"

Looking at this transaction information, the cursed ghost master was directly angry, and the little monk repaired his mobile phone just now and took the opportunity to swipe away Laozi's money!

"is that you?"

The cursed ghost master's eyes were red, the scars on his face kept oozing blood, and the cold and gloomy ghost qi kept coming out of his body.

"boom……"

"boom……"

"boom……"

For a time, the energy-saving lamps above the entire classroom exploded one by one.

Immediately fell into darkness.

"Jie Jie... This is the first time I've seen someone who dares to defraud a ghost!"

A pair of red eyes kept walking slowly from the podium.

"Amitabha……"

Hong Yi stood up slowly, took out the flashlight from his backpack, patted the substitute teacher beside him lightly, handed it to her and said with a smile:

"Excuse me to take my classmates to the back..."

"The picture may be a little bit..."

The female substitute teacher nodded blankly, picked up the flashlight and led a group of female students to the classroom quickly, crowded together tightly.

"Jie Jie... I will curse you to death first!"

A bloody glow with the power of the curse instantly shot out from the eyes of the cursed ghost master.

"Blood Curse - Corpse Refining Liquid!"

"Amitabha!"

The golden spiritual power on Hong Yi's body burst out instantly, and the radiant blood light was instantly melted by a golden light.

"Hmph! Little monk, have some tricks!"

The ghost master snorted lightly, took out a human-shaped paper figurine from his bosom, spurted out a mouthful of black blood, shouted again, and instantly threw the paper figurine out!

"Ghost Spell - Gathering Corpse Souls!"

The white paper figurine flew towards Hongyi with a strong sense of resentment.

then……

He was grabbed by Hong Yi in his hand and tore it into pieces.

"Amitabha……"

Hong Yi casually lifted the white paper in his hand, smiled and walked to the cursed ghost master step by step.

This cursed ghost master is also considered unlucky to meet him.

Natural restraint!

Cursed Ghost Lord: One of the ten ghost masters under the Devil Devouring Emperor, with a brutal and abnormal curse technique.

Fear Level: Spirit Level

Fear: 1500000

Features: The best at using the spell of curse to create large-scale panic, which is extremely harmful!

(Note: The cursed ghost master has average strength, just get close to him... just shout directly at the face!)

Seeing that the little monk in front of him actually caught his own ghost curse paper figurine with his bare hands, and it was also torn into pieces.

The cursed ghost master couldn't help but feel fear in his heart.

Gotta run!

If you don't run, you might have to explain it!

"Jie Jie... little monk!" The Cursed Ghost Master grinned, took out a handful of white balls from his arms again, and instantly threw them out at the many female students behind the classroom.

"Curse Bone Soldier!"

Hong Yi didn't expect the cursed ghost master in front of him to be so despicable.

Immediately, he turned his magic power, and blinked his eyes to the back of the classroom.

"Go away, this is going to be a bone soldier!"

Hongyi yelled loudly, and all the female students hurriedly stood up and hid aside.