Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

Slap it up.

Then he saw a golden light passing through Zhao Ke's body and hitting Wang Wei's soul fiercely.

The dominance of the dementor is not surprising.

A slap made Wang Wei feel as if she had been struck by lightning, and her big hand hit her hard, like a red-hot iron ball, torn apart in her soul.

Brutely, it tore a huge hole in her soul.

In this way, the soul was severely injured, and it was almost irreversible. Wang Wei was in pain and broke out in cold sweat.

The long-lost life was worse than death, which made her struggle desperately.

"Stop resisting, it's useless!"

Zhao Ke's soul was suspended in mid-air, although his own soul was unusually powerful.

But on weekdays, Zhao Ke didn't dare to use it at all.

After all, it is his own soul, his own root, running out of his body, it is equivalent to Iron Man who has taken off his armor, very fragile.

But right now Wang Wei is nailed there, just like a wooden stake that cannot be moved, it just gave Zhao Ke an excellent opportunity to practice.

In addition to taking the source hand, Zhao Ke also tried other methods.

For example, he summoned the Wuxiang Sword Sutra, but when he slashed with the sword, he almost chopped off his own body. Fortunately, Zhao Ke noticed it quickly and quickly changed the trajectory of the sword energy.

Otherwise, he might be the first postman who hacked himself to death among the postmen.

In addition to the Wuxiang Sword Sutra, Zhao Ke also tried the bone concept method and the eight-character mantra.

In short, all kinds of methods Zhao Ke can think of are all tried on himself.

The sambar in the distance shook its head, turned back to Wang Heng, whose eyes were red and his gums were crushed, and said, "You see, your daughter is a vicious spirit, but this guy is a devil. I have lived for so long, old man. I have seen people who became so ruthless that they even beat themselves."

In Wang Heng's eyes at this time, he saw his daughter being abused by a pervert in every possible way, and his heart felt like he was being hit hard. He wished he could rush over now and fight Zhao Ke desperately.

But he is just an ordinary person... No, he should have a physique that is not as good as that of an ordinary person, how could he break free from Sambar's ability.

No matter how he struggled, he could only lie obediently on the ground.

But seeing Wang Heng struggling on the ground excitedly, he made a humming sound.

Sambar couldn't help heaving a long sigh, stepped forward and patted Wang Heng's shoulder, looked left and right, saw that Ke Zhao didn't notice this side, and whispered to Wang Heng's ear: "Brother, give up, but I promise you, I can avenge you!"

Hearing the words "revenge and hatred", Wang Heng's eyes lit up, and he looked up at Sambar. The light of hope was ignited in Wang Heng's heart.

Looking at the sambar expectantly, although he couldn't speak, his sincere eyes were enough to explain everything.

There is no doubt that Sambar likes this kind of look very much, flicking the dust that does not exist on his body with his fingers.

Coupled with his goatee and white hair, and a confident smile on the corner of his mouth, let alone, he really has the demeanor of a master.

Looking at Zhao Ke, he smiled contemptuously and said, "Wait for me for a few more decades, and the day I beat him to death, I will definitely count you in, and then you will be avenged and die in peace!"

When Wang Heng on the ground heard it, he was dumbfounded for a while.

It seems that it takes some time to understand Sambar's words.

After all, Sambar's idea is not unprecedented, but it is also incredible.

After Wang Heng came to his senses, he realized that he was just doing nothing and waiting for him to die of old age? ?

Immediately, the veins on Wang Hengqi's forehead twitched, he couldn't catch his breath, and passed out from anger.

Seeing that Wang Heng passed out, Sambar couldn't help sighing for him, and the eyes under his white eyebrows were a little more unpredictable.

"Governance by doing nothing, goodness is like water, if I don't move, time is my sharp weapon, whoever is unhappy, I will hack to death, no matter how powerful you are, you will die, it's just that the knife is a little slow."

If the Daoist who enlightened the Sambar knew about his high-minded remarks, he might not be able to jump out of the coffin again.

On the other side, Wang Wei finally seemed unable to bear Zhao Ke's torture.

She found that even if she took away this physical body, she couldn't control it. Instead, she turned herself into a target, and Zhao Ke used the soul-destroying hand to punch thousands of holes.

If the fight continues, she will lose her wits.

As soon as he gritted his teeth, he saw Zhao Ke's eyebrows flicker, and Wang Wei actually took the initiative to get out of his body.

As long as she gets out of her physical body, a golden man like Zhao Ke may not be her opponent.

Unfortunately, what Wang Wei didn't know was.

Since Zhao Ke wanted to kill her, every step seemed to be exhausted, how could he not have expected this, seeing that Wang Wei wanted to get rid of the shackles of his own body.

Instead, Zhao Ke flew into his body.

At the same time, the sambar, who wanted to hide in the corner, shouted: "Old guy, do it!"

Chapter 647 Devour

"coming!"

In order to keep his own life from being perverted by Zhao Ke, he made it into deer whip wine.

The sambar was ready early.

When he heard Zhao Ke's call, he saw a monster aura billowing from Sambar's body.

Different from the usual evil spirit, the evil spirit on the sambar body showed a blue-blue color.

Green with white light.

It is the evil spirit that he cultivated through practicing the Taoist Taoist orthodox heart method.

It is thick and mellow, not like the evil spirit of ordinary monsters, it is evil and messy.

It is precisely because of this that the sambar can control such treasures as the Longevity Coffin.

The billowing demonic energy transforms into a wonderful charm at the fingertips of the sambar.

Accompanied by the surging demonic energy all over the Sambar deer, a strange light erupted from the Longevity coffin.

Wang Wei just struggled to get out of Zhao Ke's body.

In the end, it was too late to start with Zhao Ke.

Just above the head, there was a sound of breaking wind.