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

"Would you like to take you to see the goldfish?"

"Uh……"

Hong Yi looked at Xiao Ran, whose face was flushed in front of him, and dragged Little Loli aside.

"Don't drag me! Miss, don't look at the goldfish! Uncle has a vibrating stick in his backpack. Are you going to play!"

"Amitabha, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

Hong Yi hurriedly bowed to Xiao Ran and dragged Little Loli away.

"What nonsense are you talking about? If you talk nonsense again, the poor monk will put you in the bag!"

"Oh fine!"

Little Loli stood up immediately and answered honestly.

You obviously have something in your bag, but don't let others tell you!

Hong Yi rubbed his forehead.

Don't pay attention to her anymore, this kid is out of control!

"Everyone pays attention! Everyone is executing according to the specified plan! All right, spread out!"

At this moment, Gu Heng shouted majestically, and everyone scattered away.

"Amitabha, I'm finally going to enter the pyramid, it's too slow, and it will be dark if you wait any longer!"

Hong Yi stood at the door and muttered in a low voice.

Standing at the door of the pyramid, looking at the huge sphinxes on both sides, I couldn't help but reach out and touch it!

This can work!

"Hongyi, go in, aren't you the first?"

Qin Lan and others came to the entrance of the pyramid and said to Hong Yi.

"Amitabha, the meeting is over? The poor monk went in!"

"Come on, the poor monk still wants to eat a big goose stew in an iron pot!"

"Rumble..."

When I just walked to the door, I saw that the huge khaki stone door opened directly and slowly.

"Be careful!"

Hong Yi stopped laughing with everyone, and said solemnly.

After speaking, a dodge walked in.

The inside of the pyramid is actually brightly lit, and there are neat rows of torches on both sides of a long corridor!

"Stare... stare... stare!"

Everyone carefully stepped on the stone slab and walked forward slowly.

After turning the corridor, the front suddenly opened up.

A huge hall with a statue carved with simple and simple patterns on it, and on both sides are rows of wooden corpse boxes erected in exactly the same way.

"Hsssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss..."

At this moment, the sound of snake letters came from behind the statue.

Immediately afterwards, cobras spewing black snake letters kept drilling out from the golden walls around them.

A pair of cold-blooded eyes stared at everyone.

"Amitabha...that's all?"

Hong Yi spread his hands, watching a group of cobras attacking the crowd, he couldn't help sneering.

This is too funny!

"Roar……"

A dragon roar came from the body, and the golden Buddha dragon phantom slowly emerged from the body.

I saw all the cobras suddenly stopped in place.

Glancing at the phantom, they all turned their heads and drilled back.

Hongyi was able to use his psychic eyesight, but he couldn't even see the slightest ghost.

"Crack...Crack!"

Suddenly, the wooden corpse box next to it made a crisp sound.

Hong Yi stretched out his hand to everyone, motioning not to act rashly, and he slowly walked over to the corpse box step by step.

I saw that the corpse box in the middle was indeed shaking slightly.

The various colored paints that have dried up are constantly being shattered and falling down.

"He..."