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

"ah……"

"Cuckoo..."

A sea of ​​blood-red flowers appeared in front of him.

Every flower blooms very brightly, and... every flower turns out to be an extremely evil smiley face.

At this time, with gusts of gloomy wind kept swaying.

"Big brother, is this the legendary other side flower? Manzhu Shahua?" Xiong Er looked at the terrifying sea of ​​flowers in front of him, and couldn't help but leaned in front of Hong Yi and whispered:

"I heard that this flower is a flower that blooms on Huangquan Road, but I didn't expect... it turned out to be a ghost flower!"

Hong Yi nodded in agreement.

In this sea of ​​flowers in front of us, it can be said that each flower is a ghost.

Each smiling face has a different face, old and young, male and female, and black ghosts are constantly wafting out.

"Amitabha!"

Hongyi slowly walked to the sea of ​​flowers.

Immediately, the strangely painted faces in front of them turned around, and whispered babblings kept coming.

"The nutrients are here, the nutrients are here..."

A pair of pale ghost hands stretched out, grabbed the hem of Hongyi's clothes tightly, and instantly pulled him into the sea of ​​flowers.

Hong Yi sneered and glanced down.

I really don't know how to live or die!

The spiritual power of the marrow-washing meridian in the body keeps running, and it blooms in an instant!

For a time, Hongyi's whole person seemed to have turned into a huge golden sun.

The pale ghost hands under his feet burst directly, and then the dazzling rays of light kept radiating to the entire sea of ​​​​flowers.

"Fuck..."

"Such a batch..."

Brother Shuangxiong narrowed his eyes and stared at the sea of ​​flowers in front of him.

I saw that whether it was the arm or the grinning face, they were all broken, and where the golden light went, only withered branches remained.

"Ugh……"

Suddenly, Xiong Da glanced at Xiong Er next to him, and said with a sigh:

"You are also a ghost killer, why is the gap so big?"

"I..." Xiong Er couldn't help rolling his eyes.

What the heck do you have the nerve to say about Lao Tzu?

Aren't you the same?

After the entire sea of ​​ghost flowers withered, the three of Hongyi looked at them at a glance, and there was a mountain platform that looked like a small earthen bag in front of them.

Hongyi took the lead in stepping into the sea of ​​flowers that was already full of black dead branches, and walked towards the small dirt bag.

According to the prefectural information inquired before coming.

The small earthbag in front of me should be Wangxiangtai.

"Quick, quick..." Xiong Er couldn't help but ran quickly.

"According to the legend, there should be a stone on this Wangxiang platform, and that is the Sansheng Stone!"

"Haha, it is said that this three-life stone can see people's past and next lives. I don't know if it's true or not. I don't know what my Xiong Er was in my last life. At least it's a general or something!"

Hong Yi looked at Xiong Er who was Sa Huan and couldn't help laughing.

He is also very interested in these three birthstones, and he also wants to see who he is in his previous life and the next life!

Hong Yi felt that he must have been a great person in his previous life, otherwise how could he wake up the system in this life and become the protagonist of much attention.

And he was not only a big man in his previous life, he should also be a big man who saved the common people!

About ten minutes later.

The three came to the bottom of this dirt bag.

Hong Yi raised his head and glanced at Tubao.

"Amitabha... This seems to be a little small!"

He couldn't help but mutter a slander.

The dirt bag in front of me is really not big, and when three people go up, it will be crowded.

I saw a piece of white jade as smooth as a mirror standing quietly on the soil bag, exuding a white light.

"Amitabha, who will come first?"

Hong Yi turned his head and said to the two brothers next to him.