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

I saw the man in the dragon robe walking out of the hall step by step, with his head held high and a confident smile on the corner of his mouth.

Looking at the group of soldiers in front of him, the man in the dragon robe gave Hong Yi a playful look and laughed out loud.

One-handed wave.

"The generals... Ping..."

Not finished!

"Then kneel down!" Hong Yi grabbed the lion's roar in front of him and shouted loudly.

Dragon robe man: "..."

I am so...

Is this monk a devil?

Even grabbed the lines!

If I don't kill you, I am not the emperor!

"Kill me..."

The Emperor Longpao calmed down his suffocating breath, and then roared loudly:

"When the Son of Heaven is angry, a million corpses are buried..."

"Destroy them for me..."

Chapter 225 Gatling Cannon (4 more)

Chapter 225 Gatling Cannon

"What should I do?" Looking at the zombie soldiers waving swordsmen and swarming up in front of him, Gu Heng couldn't help but retreat to Hong Yi's side and said:

"Hongyi, why aren't you in a hurry! Are there any grenades left? Come first!"

Unexpectedly, the monk in front of him sat directly on the steps and opened his backpack.

I thought that the thief would be able to capture the king first, but I didn't expect that the dog emperor behind him would turn into a puff of black smoke and appear behind the soldiers.

last resort.

Hongyi could only open his backpack and start digging out his equipment.

After a while.

Hong Yi held the silver-white handle in both hands, turned the muzzle of the gun, stretched out his foot and kicked Gu Heng, who was stunned beside him.

"Director Gu, please pass the bullets to the poor monk!"

Gu Heng stared blankly at the rows of orange-yellow bullets shining brightly on the ground, each longer than his own fingers.

Tremblingly, he stretched out his hands and held them in his hands.

Glancing at the guy in Hong Yi's hands.

He couldn't help biting his lip lightly.

It's so scary, isn't it?

"This... where did you get this thing?" Gu Heng asked timidly.

"Ah..." Hong Yi was swinging his muzzle up and down, and when he heard Gu Heng's question, he said casually:

"Didn't the poor monk go to the United States? I just bought some specialties... This is nothing, the poor monk has a bigger one. It seems to be called Gatling, I forgot..."

"Don't say it, put the bullets well, the poor monk will try his power!"

"Everything has been consecrated, the power should be enough, right?"

Since Hong Yi formed this Gatlin, everyone gathered behind him.

It's a little too scary.

A dozen or so muzzles surrounded the city with a cannon barrel, such a special launch...

"Humph!" The emperor in the dragon robe standing behind the group of soldiers, looking at everyone on the steps, was hiding behind someone who didn't know what to do, and couldn't help snorting coldly.

Just looked carefully.

I can't see what's so powerful about this thing that looks like a tube in front of me.

Is that the little trick in the hall just now?

If you can kill Concubine Rong, you can kill my invincible zombie soldier?

ridiculous!

"Kill me..."

The Dragon Robe Zombie waved his hand, and all the zombie soldiers in front of him rushed up with a scream.

"Amitabha……"

Hong Yi clenched Gatling's hands tightly, looked at the zombie soldiers not far below, and said in a low voice:

"The poor monk is about to start..."