Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

Zhao Ke's eyes were fixed on the remaining four iron locks. Obviously, he was still far away from true freedom.

Thinking of this, Zhao Ke stretched out his hand to grab another iron lock, but before Zhao Ke touched the iron lock.

A sudden sense of weightlessness struck, and a huge abyss opened on the ground again, forcing Zhao Ke into the abyss. This time without Ji Wusui's help, Zhao Ke had no time to resist and struggle.

He could only watch helplessly in the Yingying light, the self bound by iron chains finally disappeared into the abyss with unwillingness and anger.

In the altar, several shamans died one after another.

Except for the shaman who turned himself into a flame just now, which had been burned into coke, the shaman holding the leaf had already turned into a bone.

For the other two shamans, one body was completely petrified, while the other had already turned into an ice sculpture.

There is only one old shaman left, holding a gold stone, but there are dark brown embroidered spots on his old body.

The strong golden energy poured into his flesh and blood, making his body begin to rot like metal.

"Crack!"

When the rust spread to the arm, people could clearly hear the sound of bones breaking.

The left arm was crooked, and with unimaginable pain, the old shaman's left hand fell down weakly, and he could only use one hand to continue the crowning ceremony.

The slender calf trembled violently, Zhao Min couldn't bear to watch it any longer.

When she saw these aged shamans with her own eyes, they endured unimaginable pain to complete the ceremony when they were supposed to be living their lives.

This is the first time Zhao Min really saw the power of faith.

Apart from belief, it is impossible to explain what these old people are trying to endure the pain they shouldn't have to bear.

"Whoohoo-"

The heavy panting sound tugged at the heartstrings of all of them.

Yet no one tried to dissuade him from stopping.

Even the great shaman can only bid farewell to this old friend and teacher who once taught him with grief.

"Hold it! I can't hold it anymore!"

When the manpower was finally exhausted, the old shaman's eyes turned black, and his internal organs were already corroded.

Finally, the body couldn't hold on and fell forward.

At this time, Zhao Ke woke up.

After subconsciously reaching out and grabbing the old man's arm, Zhao Ke's expression changed, and he immediately discovered that the old shaman who was blessing him was covered with rust poison all over his body.

And the toxin has penetrated deep into the internal organs.

Seeing this, Zhao Ke quickly used his source hand, grabbed it with his big hand, and pulled out a thick mass of rust weighing six catties from the old man.

However, the moment the rust was pulled out, the old man's body also withered rapidly.

His injuries were too severe, and when he pulled out the rusty flesh and bones, there was nothing to support his body anymore.

Seeing this, Zhao Ke quickly put a Guben Pill into the old man's mouth.

Only then did the old man's breathing gradually stabilize.

The big shaman rushed up, touched the old man's pulse with his fingers, and finally let out a long breath on his pale face.

"Although I will be disabled in the future, my life is finally saved."

The big shaman turned around and said to the other shamans, this answer made everyone overjoyed for a moment.

But Zhao Ke knew very well that the great shaman was not telling the truth.

His life was saved, but he couldn't live for a few months. This old shaman had already passed his sixtieth age. In this era, his lifespan was so long that his flesh and blood had already begun to age.

After experiencing such severe devastation, his life for a few months was still maintained by the weak natural force in his body.

What's more, during the past few months, he will live in great pain every day.

But these are not important.

For shamans, life is a gift, and death is a process of returning to nature.

The time gained will allow the old shaman to fulfill his long-cherished wish.

At least for the great shaman, it is already the best result.

"You didn't tell me that crowning me would cost so much."

At this time, Zhao Ke noticed the corpses around the altar, and turned his head and said to the big shaman.

"It has nothing to do with you, it's their choice, and I would do the same."

The great shaman told Zhao Ke the secret of crowning. The so-called crowning is to use himself as a medium to collect for Zhao Ke the energy of the great guardians of the past dynasties scattered in nature.

Zhao Ke's heart skipped a beat, as if he vaguely understood the reason why he was able to break free from the shackles.

Obviously, only by gathering a huge amount of energy can we create an opportunity for ourselves to open the shackles.

This is also what Ji Wusui imagined early on.

It's just that Zhao Ke didn't expect the price to be so heavy.

To Zhao Ke, these aged shamans were just five lives that had nothing to do with him.

But for the shamanism that is now in jeopardy, it has an unusual significance.

In the disadvantaged Buddhist and Taoist debate, every powerful shaman of shamanism is an indispensable combat force.

But because of himself, he lost so many backbones at once.

This inevitably made Zhao Ke feel a little ashamed, and always felt as if the couple were plotting against this group of simple and innocent old men.

This made Zhao Ke very uncomfortable. He didn't like the feeling of being owed favors.

At this time, the big shaman leaned forward and watched Zhao Ke carefully, and asked with strong anticipation: "Tell me first, how do you feel now?"

"What does it feel like?"

Zhao Ke looked at his palm and didn't feel anything special.

However, recalling the enlightenment moment when he broke free from the shackles just now, Zhao Ke's eyes flashed with brilliance.