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

In the blood-colored fog, handsome young men and women of the blood race, as if they had been hit with stimulants, roared excitedly one by one.

A pair of blood-colored wings ripped open the clothes behind him.

Blood red eyes stared at Hong Yi.

Butler Charlie's eyes narrowed slightly, and he slowly exhaled a turbid breath from his mouth.

Back to a polite look again.

The scarlet long tongue in his mouth gently touched the fangs, and the sinister smile was filled with cold murderous intent:

"Embrace the bosom of God..."

"Go to hell!"

The words just fell.

Hong Yi saw the many vampires in front of him, the blood-colored wings flapping all behind him.

The speed increased several times in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, he flew to Hong Yi.

The faces are twisted and crazy, and the sharp canine teeth in the mouth are exposed.

Hong Yi tugged at the long golden hair of a female vampire at the front with one hand, took two steps back gently, and looked up at the many vampires flying towards her.

Put the revolver directly into the female vampire's mouth.

"Bye-Bye……"

Under the frightened eyes of the female vampire, she pulled the trigger.

"Amitabha!"

Hong Yi casually threw the corpse in his hand aside, took a deep breath, and the golden spiritual power burst out from his entire body. For a time, the blood-colored fog in the entire hall was instantly suppressed by the golden light.

"A bunch of trash with no excess value!"

Hong Yi snorted coldly.

Behind him, an ancient Buddha lamp slowly rose.

"Rumble..."

The entire castle began to shake, and a sword with colorful rays of light directly split the top of the entire castle.

"Ah ah ah ah..."

"Roar……"

"NO..."

Under the colorful light, screams and screams kept ringing, and the blood-colored winged vampires wilted in an instant, and the white skin became dry and black at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The entire Seven-colored Ring Knife was constantly waving in the air above the castle.

In the castle, all kinds of broken limbs were scattered, and all kinds of black and brown blood splashed.

For a time, the entire banquet hall seemed to have become a hell on earth.

After a long time.

"boom……"

Butler Charlie looked at a head that fell in front of him, and the corners of his mouth kept twitching.

How long……

Since the Protoss went into seclusion, it has not been a long time since they were massacred like this.

The little monk named Hongyi in front of him is simply a devil!

"Your Mightiness……"

Butler Charlie gently placed the head in front of him, adjusted a luxurious gown full of blood stains, and slowly put away the purple wings behind him, and walked slowly towards Hongyi step by step.

"Provoking the dignity of the Protoss..."

"The great Prince Dracula will punish you..."

"I... The Honorable Charlie--Rump, as Prince Dracula's servant, would like to sacrifice a thousand years of life..."

"End the Blasphemer!"

"Long live Dracula... Dracula's blood will live forever!"

After whispering softly.

Butler Charlie's original figure of Yinglang suddenly became a little rickety.

The short black hair turned snow white in the blink of an eye.

It seems to have aged by ten years.

"Buzz...buzz...buzz..."

The candlestick left on the table began to shake slightly.