Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

At this time, Zhao Ke's face also became livid.

Depressed!

Depressed and out of breath.

Its chest seemed to be stuffed with stones, and the stone was still getting heavier.

The blood that made Zhao Ke's nasal cavity and earholes began to flow out.

Keep going, Zhao Ke doubts whether everyone will die together.

Sambar obviously understood that there was no longer any delay.

If he continues to delay, he won't even be able to speak later, and then everyone will really die.

Bite his own scalp, pointing at Xue Tong.

He said in a mosquito-like voice: "Kill...kill... him!" After finishing speaking, he did not forget to add: "Be gentle!"

The voice fell.

I saw a sudden flash of clouds above my head.

It was as if a black thunderbolt would tear apart the entire inner space of the Great Xia Cauldron.

Boom.

Xue Tong didn't even have time to scream, his whole body was immediately submerged in the lightning, and without even holding on for a while, his body twisted in the lightning, gradually turning into ashes, and dissipating in front of Zhao Ke.

Xue Tong is dead!

The death is extremely tragic.

I'm afraid I never dreamed that I would die so easily.

Not only he didn't expect it, but none of Zhao Ke and the others thought of it.

Look at the black dragon hidden in the sea of ​​clouds above his head.

The black dragon didn't disappear, it was still there.

"Let him fly away!"

Zhao Ke pointed in the direction of the pasture in the distance.

shouted to the sambar.

The sambar hurriedly called out in a low voice: "Fly farther, the farther the better!"

The sound fell, and the sea of ​​clouds above the head rolled, and a large cloud, like a piece of black cotton candy, gradually flew to the corner of the fallen edge.

"Hoohoo!"

Immediately, Zhao Ke, Sambar, and Old Shu sat down on the ground.

Zhao Ke took out two bottles of ginseng essence from the stamp album and gave each of Sambar and Old Tree a bottle.

I didn't eat anything.

Because when Xue Tong died, Zhao Ke felt that his body suddenly became abnormally light.

The wounds on his body also began to recover quickly in a short period of time until he recovered to his best condition.

[Hint: The prosthetic Xue Tong is dead! 】

[Hint: When your prosthesis dies, you will get seven tenths of the energy of the prosthesis based on the distance! 】

[Reminder: When your prosthesis dies, you will recover some abilities: Stamps: "Great Xia Ding", "The Duke's Wail".Abilities: Sword Resentment, Xinyou Saber Technique. 】

Seeing the reminder, Zhao Ke felt somewhat relieved, but at the same time frowned inwardly.

Because he didn't get the most critical stamp.

"Black Fight"

This stamp is Zhao Ke's ultimate trump card.

In some respects, it is no less important than "Da Xia Ding"

But the stamp didn't come back.

It must have fallen into the hands of Kerry Russ.

"Hiss—this is a little troublesome!"

Zhao Ke has a headache.

It's not just a headache. Kerry Russ got the black bucket stamp.

It is even more troublesome how to deal with Kerry Rath next.

At this moment, the sambar suddenly burst into tears.

Throw away Ma Liang's pen holder casually.

"Three years! I spent three years in seclusion for nothing, and finally managed to cultivate the Tao, so I was beaten down like this!"

Sambar really suffered a blood loss this time.

This breakthrough is not easy.

It is the precipitation after many years of human experience and the ups and downs of people's hearts.

It's rare to calm down, relax everything, and go to the death pass.

In the end, he accumulated a lot of accumulation and made a leap to a new level.

As a result, the fashion is too big.

Come on, this is good, the practice of three years of hard work has been eliminated directly.

The angry sambar has the heart to bite people.

"Come on, you're pretty good. After all, you've made a breakthrough, and it's not difficult to repair it. The roots that I managed to spread out were almost burned by a thunderbolt, and almost hurt my body. This time, sir Don’t even think about growing it back in 50 years!”

The old tree on the side also wants to cry but has no tears.

The so-called, a banyan forest.