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

He dared not look at it.

Because the little monk slashed.

A full 40 meters long, where the blade passed, all the blood-colored creatures were gone.

The most terrifying thing is.

The blood in the field appears to have decreased.

The disappeared creature, the blood it condensed disappeared out of thin air.

Who can resist this!

Even if the prince comes, it won't work.

The entire blood soul domain consumes his source blood, usually the energy is weakened at most, but the blood will not be less.

What the hell kind of skill is this.

Blood drawer.

In just a few minutes, the monk slashed a total of ten times, each of which seemed to stab Viscount George in the heart.

Distressed!

At this time, in the entire blood soul space, not a single creature condensed.

Hong Yi slowly put away the knife.

The whole person's breath instantly became peaceful.

A faint buddha lingered.

Viscount George is really convinced, this is a monster, a combination of angel and demon?

It was just that he was stunned for a moment.

The monk came to him.

"Hey...the blood of angels and demons at the same time, the taste must be very special." Viscount George seemed to have made a decision, and said with a smile: "The noble Viscount of the Protoss will sacrifice his [-]-year lifespan in exchange for the first ancestor. The power in case."

It's just that in Hong Yi's eyes, this smile is a bit reluctant.

If the Viscount knew, he would definitely yell at him.

Nonsense, 100 years!

How much blood must I suck!

Can you force it?

Hong Yi found that after the sacrifice of the vampire in front of him, his physical strength kept rising.

Well, this will almost have the strength of Wang Laodao.

Not bad.

Wang Daochang is invincible under the shackles.

"Haha...Little monk, thinking of your blood, I can't hold it anymore." With a strange cry, Viscount George flew on Hong Yi, opened his mouth with four sharp canines, and was about to bite at Hong Yi's neck.

He now has an insanely powerful increase in physical strength.

The little monk couldn't break free from his strong arm.

Haha!

The Viscount could not help but gradually change his smile.

just.

What he never expected was.

This monk is a real man.

The monk is more powerful than him.

Now he was pressed to the ground with one hand, rubbing constantly, unable to break free at all.

"Amitabha! Donor, are you willing to unravel the illusion?" Hong Yi sat on his back and pressed his head with one hand.

"Hehe, how can the great Protoss bow their heads!" Viscount George did not admit it, and then sneered.

"Tsk tsk tsk... Donor, you really have the guts!"

He was stunned for a moment, how could this mantra be so familiar.

Then, he saw the monk draw a kitchen knife from behind.

Glowing kitchen knife.

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

Hong Yi slashed the aorta of his left wrist, and the blood immediately gushed.

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

The right hand also comes with a knife.