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

After a while...

"Water friends... have you seen it?" Hong Yi grabbed the powder on Qing Zongzhu's body and said:

"As expected, the poor monk thinks he has a lot of strength, but he didn't expect that he can actually bear a thousand jins!"

"The poor monk gave the sledgehammer a try... But I'm sorry, there are no slates this time..."

After hearing this, Master Qing Zong was immediately stunned!

Nothing left?

No more slate?

What would you break without the slate?

"Big... Master, I was wrong, you just send me on the road! Master, please... The little girl just wants to die quickly, immediately, immediately..." Master Qing Zong was crying and begging to Hong Yi. .

It is really sad for those who hear it, and tears for those who hear it!

Hong Yi couldn't help but sighed: "Amitabha, listen to everyone..."

"How pitiful..."

"In the future, after everyone's death, don't carry any resentment, or you will become a zombie, how pitiful you look!"

Master Qing Zong thought that the monk was going to show kindness, but he didn't expect...

"Dead bald donkey, you have to die..." Lord Qing Zong suddenly grimaced and roared loudly:

"The savage ghost master will not let you go. At that time, the entire Nandu will be reduced to a ghost land, and everyone will die..."

"Ghost Lord?" Hong Yi smiled slightly, and drew out the dragon-marked saber from behind.

The moment when the blood-colored sword was drawn.

The temperature in the entire ward suddenly plummeted.

A chill pierced through my heart.

Lord Qing Zong couldn't help shaking his whole body, this was a trembling from the depths of his soul.

Everyone in the Spirituality Bureau only felt a wave of icy killing intent pounding into their hearts, and couldn't help but clamp their legs, for fear of accidentally...

Hong Yi practiced "I Am Bodhicitta", and his mind was no longer affected by the magic sword.

However, a touch of cinnabar between the eyebrows, combined with a white cassock, still looks a little evil.

"Amitabha... the savage ghost master, that's what you're talking about?" Hong Yi smiled at the stunned Qing Zong master.

"come out……"

Only a whisper was heard.

Immediately, a phantom of a black and ferocious beast emerged from the blade.

"Roar……"

A beast roar instantly awakened the stunned Qing Zongzhu.

"you you……"

Qing Zongzhu couldn't say a word.

This monk even killed the ghost master...

Hong Yi slowly withdrew the dragon-patterned saber, and the cold killing intent in the entire ward subsided like a tide, and returned to normal in a moment.

"Fellow friends... The poor monk is about to start..." Hong Yi rushed to the live broadcast room with a smile, raised the sledgehammer that had been opened, and smashed it down.

"boom……"

The dull voice echoed throughout the ward!

"boom……"

The second sound seemed to be smashed into the mud.

"boom……"

The third sound of the hospital bed collapsed.

Everyone was stunned!

What scene is this?

Nima...

"Ouch..." Everyone covered their mouths and rushed out of the room.

in the live room.

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