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

"puff……"

"Come again!"

"puff……"

"go with!"

"puff……"

"Okay! It's a lot of criticism!" The old man couldn't help but burst out foul language.

He put his hand into his pocket again, "Pin Dao, see how many times you can shoot, hum..." After a while of searching, his face became slightly embarrassed.

so fucking finished...

"Hehe, Fu Lin is just a small Taoist. If you have the ability, you will see the true chapter. Since the extraordinary high-level, the old Taoist has never been defeated! He is known as invincible under the shackles!" The red-clothed Taoist said proudly.

Black Zombie was already stunned, others didn't see it clearly, but he saw it clearly.

The aura was shot from the little skeleton in front of him.

You are the boss!

The black zombie looks at the little skeleton walking towards the old way with admiration. He is really a role model among ghosts. I give you a thumbs up!

"it is good!"

"Master Wang is mighty and domineering!"

"Longhu Mountain is invincible!"

At this time, under the leadership of Gu Heng, several elites from the Spiritual Bureau also walked through the black fog to the tomb. In the black fog, they heard the powerful words of Mr. Wang, and everyone's morale was boosted. .

Even if there are hundreds of ghosts standing in front of them, they are not afraid.

Lord Wang is invincible under the shackles, what should I be afraid of, just stand up and shout "666...".

"A little skeleton, hehe... Pindao is standing here...Fuck!" Lord Wang dismissed and continued to mock.

But, the words are not finished!

A line of dense bullet-like transparent aura shrouded him in front of him.

Nima!

Are you carrying a Gatling?

Before he could think about it, Lord Wang hugged his head and wanted to flee backwards.

However, everyone in the Spirituality Bureau had already formed a formation behind him.

Finished!

"puff……"

A spiritual energy shot!

Huh?So little power?It won't hurt the body at all, but...

It hurts!

"It's not a loss that you are invincible under the shackles. The flesh is hard against such intensive terrorist attacks, and it is safe!" Gu Heng was full of admiration at this time.

When the old Taoist saw the little star that Gu Heng worshipped next to him, he really wanted to shout, "NMSL!"

Didn't you fucking see that the little skeleton on the opposite side was useless?

Do you dare to move?

If you use ghost power, then...

Do you want Lao Tzu to be paralyzed?Are you raising for the rest of your life?

its not right!What about the little skeleton?

In the center of the ghost on the opposite side, a man wearing a white cassock raised his palms like a pistol, constantly changing his posture to shoot.

Hong Yi was also puzzled, why didn't this old Taoist stop blocking his face, he was trying to protect his face just now, why would he stare at the poor monk?

wrong!

Look down!

Long live!Transformation is over!

"Amitabha! I didn't expect the poor monk to sleepwalk so far. It's really a sin... The poor monk is the best at convincing people with virtue. Everyone, may you take refuge in my Buddha, and the poor monk will save you all to go to the West? I'm sure you haven't been there?" Hongyi folded his hands together, and his face was full of Buddha light, like a spring breeze.

Listen, is this what people say?

It's the same as you have been to the West.

Lord Wang had already forgotten the pain at this time. He was old and his reaction was a little slow.

A monk is a skeleton?

Skeletons are monks?

So, it was someone who hit me just now?Not a ghost?