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

At this moment, his mouth was still open, staring blankly at the little monk.

"Feel hell!"

Viscount George roared from the second floor.

Hong Yi sensed unprecedented danger, and his pupils contracted suddenly.

Suddenly, the entire villa in front of him disappeared.

A blood-colored cage suddenly appeared, enveloping him in it.

hallucinations?

The cage was filled with thick, dark-brown blood that kept flowing.

slowly condensed into a group.

Slowly a figure stood in front of him.

Chapter 25 Blood Soul Domain

Chapter [-] Blood Soul Domain

Standing in front of Hong Yi was Viscount George.

At this time, he still smiled calmly: "How about my innate ability, the blood soul domain?"

"As long as there is enough blood, you can do whatever you want."

Said and raised his hand,

The blood on the ground is gathering again.

After a while, a blood-colored skeleton appeared.

"Want a beauty?"

Another finger.

A female zombie full of carrion appeared.

Hong Yi ignored him, raised his hand and punched the bloody skeleton, shattering in response.

Only, weirdly.

In less than a few seconds, the maroon blood squirmed down.

The blood-colored skeleton slowly stood up again.

"Hehe, all creatures in the domain can't be killed, but... he can indeed kill you..." Viscount George sneered and raised his hand.

The cage slowly dissipated.

"Roar, Roar!"

A group of terrifying creatures slowly took shape.

"Enjoy it! Watching yourself being slowly torn apart is a wonderful experience!"

"Amitabha!"

These monsters should be illusory, and there is no information feedback from Tianyantong.

illusory?

Can't kill?

interesting!

The corners of Hong Yi's lips twitched.He raised his hand and smashed the bloody skeleton next to him again.

Pull out the dragon-patterned sword on the back.

Viscount George suddenly felt a familiar... dark force.

breath?

taste?

similar?

Immediately afterwards, a palpitation hit.

Only then discovered.

At the moment when the little monk in front of him took the knife, some of the light power that others hated disappeared disappeared, and a strong dark power came out.

He was a little confused.

Is this monk a fellow man?

And the monk turned his face, revealing a playful cruel smile, at least in his eyes, the monk smiled very strangely.

"Magic refining common people!"

Vaguely heard the little monk raised his knife and murmured.

then.