Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

Just when the two were bickering and joking.

Two stewards came in from the outside and handed over the newly picked up stamps to Mr. Zhao.

Watching the scene where Zhao Ke kept using the silver stamps as firewood, cold sweat broke out on the foreheads of the two of them.

If the burning continues like this, when the burning ends, even if the family of Hongyan Guan has a great career, they will not be able to stand burning like this.

One of the two moved the beads, and the other held the computer.

Every time Zhao Ke burned a piece, the fingers of the two of them seemed to be dancing, with a bang bang sound.

Not to mention the two stewards, even Mo Ju was sweating from behind.

But the effort pays off.

The texture on the Great Xia Ding became more and more clear, the thunder pattern on the body of the tripod was the ground, and the peculiar thunder pattern walked along with the Zixia arc in the strange light.

In a blink of an eye, it turns into a misty purple mist, misty and hazy, which is beyond words.

"Listen, there is a voice!"

At this time, the Sambar moved its ears, and faintly heard the roar of a ferocious beast in the purple mist.

It's like two fierce tigers are staged in the purple clouds, and the scene of two tigers and elephants fighting.

The tiger's voice is deep and depressing, full of the prestige of an overlord.

There is no shadow of a tiger in the purple mist, but a dragon's tail curled up, revealing half of its fin tail from the purple mist.

For a moment, the wonderful scene continued to be staged in front of the purple clouds, as if behind the purple clouds, there was a mysterious cave hidden.

"This..." Mo Ju was also dumbfounded.

I have never heard of such a mysterious vision of any postage stamp.

Even the strongest stamp she had ever seen, the Zhenwu Seal, was far inferior to the cauldron in front of her.

For a moment, Mo Ju suddenly thought that when Zhao Ke rejected the Zhenwu seal, he said proudly that he had better and stronger ones.

At that time, Mo Ju still felt that Zhao Ke was bragging. Zhenwu printed this golden stamp. In Mo Ju's opinion, it could be attacked and defended, and it was one of the most powerful stamps.

Apart from Abi Tuyuan in the owner's hand, there are only a handful of stamps that can break through the Zhenwu seal.

But now it seems that Zhao Ke did not speak big words.

The various appearances displayed by the bronze tripod in front of him are enough to explain the mystery of this tripod.

"Ding! Your item Da Xia Ding has reached the critical point, please sacrifice!"

"Warning, the Great Xia Ding has reached a critical point and needs to be sacrificed immediately."

"Sacrifice?"

The joy on Zhao Ke's face disappeared, and his expression suddenly became strange.

Continuing to activate the sublimation, although Daxia Ding still absorbed the stamps, the warning sound kept appearing in Zhao Ke's stamp album.

"No aura!"

Zhao Ke's expression became serious, he didn't know what the sacrifice that Daxia Ding needed was.

Seeing the gloomy look on Zhao Ke's face.

Everyone couldn't help holding their breath and didn't dare to disturb.

"This thing needs to be sacrificed, who knows what to sacrifice?"

"Sacrifice?"

Everyone looked at each other and didn't understand what sacrifice this tripod needed.

At this time, I heard Shuilu say: "Look at the precious items, put them in the tripod for a try?"

Hearing this, Zhao Ke quickly took out things from the stamp album and put them into the tripod.

Whether it was a stamp or an object, Zixia bounced it back before it even touched the Great Xia Ding.

Zhao Ke even took out Luo Nu's skin from the stamp album, but Da Xia Ding was indifferent to it.

Obviously, what Da Xia wanted most was not these items, but other things.

"Is there any other way!"

Zhao Ke is really in a hurry. If this juncture fails, Da Xia Ding will enter a one-year dormant period.

He doesn't think that his cheap wife can support him for another year

"Blood!"

Seeing this, the sambar and the old tree looked at each other, and they said in unison: "Then there is only blood sacrifice, but for your things, it is best to use your own blood instead of other people's blood, lest accidents happen."

The sambar and the old tree looked serious.

Blood sacrifice is the most primitive method, and it is also the weirdest method. If one is not good enough to seize one's body, one will suffer backlash instead.

The sambar has lived a long time, and has also heard of many blood sacrificial vessels, and the result of being backlashed by it.

But both of them knew the importance of this tripod to Zhao Ke, so although they warned Zhao Ke to be careful, they didn't object.

Zhao Ke didn't care about other methods at this time.

Seeing that the warnings have been wave after wave, they are getting more and more serious.

Zhao Ke gritted his teeth, cut a hole in his palm, and slapped Da Xia Ding with his blood-stained palm.

Whether it will succeed or not, we have to take a gamble first.

The Great Xia Ding, which was stained with Zhao Ke's blood, seemed to be stimulated by something for a moment. With a sound of "Om!", the vigorous Zixia even swallowed Zhao Ke himself.

"No! Save someone!"

Noticing something was wrong, he saw that the old tree's arm quickly penetrated into Zixia, trying to pull Zhao Ke out of the glow.

As a result, after the arm penetrated in, the old tree's face changed suddenly, and the arm was quickly broken into pieces of sawdust in the sunlight.

It was too late and then quickly, the sambar behind hurriedly pulled the old tree back, and the two old men rolled into a ball and fell out of the room.

"It's over, it's over, this kid is probably dead!"