Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

Zhao Ke, who was lying on the ground, although his physical body was dead, felt more comfortable than ever, and his soul was still ensconced in his physical body.

It is the unique ability of the Suanni Pearl, combined with the yin and yang books of the Good Fortune Pearl, to block the vitality of the physical body.

It's a perfect fit.

In the state of soul, Zhao Ke could hear clearly.

After hearing what the attendant said, the first thought in Zhao Ke's mind was that elder with long hair.

Surprised, he secretly said: "Damn it, I should have thought that this side mission has nothing to do with him!"

Zhao Ke thought about it carefully, and the book that was renamed the Dragon Transformation Scripture was the sign of the side mission.

Since the Bodhisattva Sutra was given to him by the guy named Three Precepts, the source must also be in him.

Just as Zhao Ke was thinking, he suddenly heard the sound of a cloak tearing the air.

Looking at it again, the two of them had already started fighting.

Apparently, the squire wasn't content to just get a facsimile copy.

What's more, monk Dazhi was only just now, but he wanted to kill someone.

The two of them didn't talk more than half a sentence.

At this time, you come and go, and you are already fighting hard.

Seeing this, Zhao Ke recovered his body calmly.

The palm of the great wise monk broke his own heart artery, and this kind of injury is basically fatal.

But what is different about Zhao Ke is that in this natural environment, with the passive blessing of "Nature's Wrath" and "Great Artery", Zhao Ke's recovery ability is astonishingly strong.

Even without taking any medicine, Zhao Ke's body quickly recovered in a very short time.

"kill!"

The two of them, who didn't notice Zhao Ke's corpse at all, were fighting like tea at this moment.

"Infinite Avalokitesvara!"

Dazhi clasped his hands together, and the image of Avalokitesvara with Thousand Hands appeared behind him.

For a moment, tens of thousands of Buddhist magic soldiers fell through the sky, forming dots of golden brilliance in the air, flying like rain, which is really beautiful.

Since the attendant dared to appear, he naturally had the strength of his confidence.

There was a sneer in his eyes.

For a moment, the long whip in his hand let out the roar of a flood dragon.

A ray of scarlet light on the black long whip runs through the whip body, revealing a primitive, wild, ignorant, but awe-inspiring atmosphere.

This long whip is a thousand-year-old snake python hunted and killed by the third son. It is made of its muscles and bones, and there is also the spirit of the snake python inside.

At this time, in the hands of the attendant, it seemed to be resurrected for a while.

Immediately, under the shadow of whips all over the sky, a mad python galloped and lightning flashed, and countless Buddhist soldiers shattered in response.

Faced with such a strange whip shadow, Monk Dazhi gave a long laugh instead, his eyes turned sharp!

Let you change ever-changingly, and I will break it with one punch!

I saw countless Buddhist scriptures suddenly appeared on the arms of the great wise monk.

Countless scriptures were actually imprinted on his body in the form of a railway.

Under the urging of the Buddha's light, in an instant, he saw the footsteps of the great wise monk move half a step, but in an instant, he bypassed the shadow of countless whips and came to the side of the attendant.

"Shrink to the ground!"

The attendant screamed in his heart, he didn't seem to have thought that the great wisdom monk had actually cultivated the supernatural power to such a level.

Great!

He thought that relying on the Jiaomang whip given to him by the young master would be enough to deal with the wise monk.

But he didn't expect that since the last time Dadu said goodbye, Monk Dazhi's strength has actually improved to such a level.

The attendant screamed and wanted to dodge, but it was too late, and he could only look at Monk Dazhi helplessly, like a King Kong glaring at him.

Retracting elbows, clenching fists, accumulating strength... The golden light shining from scriptures on both arms also condensed.

It is so strong that it almost dazzles everyone's eyes! !

At the moment when the two were about to part life and death.

Surprised to hear a mournful wailing sound came.

A pair of black and red hammer heads pierced through the air from nowhere, and amidst the thick bloody light, hideous faces emerged from the blood mist, screaming, roaring, and uttered the most Vicious cursing sound.

The hammer came suddenly and without warning.

For a while, monk Dazhi was in a state of confusion and wanted to dodge.

There was a sharp look in the attendant's eyes, he gritted his gums, and brazenly raised his arms to fight, completely determined to die, to break the net with the great wisdom monk.

Seeing this, in desperation, Monk Dazhi could only emit a Buddha's light, trying to block the hammer head.

"Crack!"

Under the vajra subduing demon fist, the attendant's body flew horizontally like a kite with a broken string, and both arms were twisted into twists.

But the Buddha's light of the great wise monk also seemed to hit the air, the bloody hammer passed through the Buddha's light, and hit the back of the great wise monk's head without hindrance.

With a sound of "Boom!", the eyes of Monk Dazhi who was hit by the hammer went dark, and his head buzzed.

For a moment, the ghost entwined on the hammer head seemed to have got into his head, crying and howling countless times, as if it was going to tear his head apart

However, Monk Dazhi is an eminent monk of Buddhism and Taoism after all, and there are countless ghosts crying and howling in his mind, but they can't shake his will.

Turning back with bloodshot eyes, he looked at Zhao Ke who had stood up again in surprise, as if he hadn't figured out why this person whose heart had been broken by him actually stood up again.

But Monk Dazhi didn't think too much about it, for a moment there was a ferocious look on his benevolent and benevolent face.

"Since you are still alive, you shouldn't get up, because you are far from being my opponent!"

Zhao Ke was amazed at the tenacity of Monk Dazhi, and waved his hand to call back the blood hammer. Reminded by the stamp book, Zhao Ke saw a black mist wrapped around the brows of Monk Dazhi.