In the ruins, Hanuman listened to Zhou Changqing's words, his face changed, and he shouted in disbelief: "How is it possible? You, how can you have such a spiritual power!"
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As soon as these words came out, an emotion full of jealousy appeared on Hanuman's face.

You know, Hanuman went through a lot of hardships before he could condense the Book of Words and Spirits of Hanuman, the God of Death. Finally, he had the strength to rival the mighty soul.
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Forty-nine years!

Hanuman spent forty-nine years of hard work before he gained this powerful power.

But! But!

Hanuman looked at Zhou Changqing's young face that was obviously full of vitality, but he couldn't believe that such a young man turned out to be a powerful Eastern Spiritual Master!

However.

Hanuman had to believe that Zhou Changqing was indeed a powerful soul!

Although Hanuman possesses this powerful power of speech and spirit, he is not an orthodox practitioner, nor does he know how to perceive the practitioner's cultivation... Therefore, this kind of evenly matched battle has become his

An important criterion for distinguishing the strength of a practitioner.

No way!

Who makes Hanuman the lucky man who became a monk halfway?

If it weren't for Hanuman's luck that he met the president of the Ghost Story Association before his death and was given the life of a ghost story by him and became a member of the association, then he would have died long ago.

Just.

After a while, Hanuman seemed to have thought of something. He suddenly laughed and said with a proud face: "So what if you are a powerful soul? I have allies!"

Buzz!

As soon as he finished speaking, a Western monk with his hands clasped together and chanting Buddha's name appeared in the ruins.

"Amitabha, I didn't expect that this donor, you are actually a powerful soul, not a powerful Qi practitioner..."

"The poor monk really made a mistake..."

This Western monk is none other than Arhat!
Chapter completed!