Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

But the disciple raised his head and followed the sound, only to see the sun shining on his face with a golden light, but in this summer, the sun is still very dazzling, and it is impossible to see clearly for a while.

The moment he vaguely saw what was happening, a beam of sword light pierced through the air, and pierced through the disciple's head in the next second.

But what is strange is that the disciple whose head was pierced by the sword light stood there unscathed after being stunned for about a second.

It wasn't until a moment later that he came back to his senses in a trance, but his eyes became a little dull for a while.

"Boom!"

He dropped the blade in his hand, took off his robe, and hung his hair with the dagger under the horrified eyes of other night watch disciples.

"Brother, what are you doing?"

In horror, a two-meter-tall barbarian came running quickly, with a thick beard and a black pockmark on his face.

Staring at his junior brother full of anger and surprise, his thick hands stepped forward and grabbed his junior brother's shoulders vigorously, shaking him desperately, trying to wake him up.

However, when those blank eyes glanced at him, this bearded man felt a sudden chill in his heart, he only felt that his junior brother in front of him suddenly became strange to him.

Those eyes, which should have been agile, lacked any charm.

The stiff expression is more like a statue of a god carved by a third-rate carpenter.

I saw the younger brother clasped his hands together and said to him, "Amitabha! The benefactor is wrong. The poor monk is called Wumeng from now on. He is not your younger brother."

"Hey, what is dreamless? You forgot that the night before yesterday, you told me that you dreamed about your still charming sister-in-law. She finally climbed into your bed. You forgot? Brother, wake up!"

However, no matter how much he yelled, his junior just raised his head and looked at the sky blankly.

Until the big man really couldn't wake him up, when he followed his gaze and raised his head, his pupils suddenly tightened, a chill came over him, and he screamed, "Run!"

The voice has not yet been delivered.

In the sky, there was only a sound of "swish, swish" piercing through the air, and countless golden sword glows seemed to be like a rainstorm, covering the entire camp in an instant.

"Go!"

Whether it's on the sand table in the palace, or the Quanzhen sect disciples on another mountain.

You can feel that the Buddhist gate has made a move.

As the sun came out of the mountain, carrying the supreme Buddha power, it swept down like a torrent, and rushed directly to the territory of those alliance sects.

Although these alliance sects have reached an agreement with each other, considering the issue of different beliefs between each other.

Several camps will be separated by relatively open.

Such a design with advantages and disadvantages naturally reduces the possibility of conflict, but also relatively reduces the ability to support each other.

It's like a piece of iron, but the iron is full of cracks, and it will be broken with a slight bump.

"Teacher, do you want us to make a move now!"

On another hilltop, Zhang Zhijing and others looked seriously at the land shrouded in Buddha's light not far away.

This piece of Buddha's light was like a sharp sword, piercing straight into the hinterland of the sect alliance, as if it wanted to cut this alliance land as sharp as a sword.

Seeing this, some disciples couldn't help shouting.

The three-legged situation is very unfavorable for Buddhism, but it is a great convenience for Quanzhen Sect.

The longer the delay, the better it will be for Quanzhen Sect.

They have already found a water source on the mountain. In one day, they have built a camp, collected enough wild vegetables, and hunted down two big wild boars weighing three hundred catties.

One male and one female, all the young ones were released. These two wild boars and wild vegetables together are enough to feed the disciples of the Quanzhen Sect for a while.

Now, they naturally hope that this tripartite situation can be maintained for as long as possible.

However, Zhang Zhijing did not express his position on the proposals of the disciples.

Standing alone in front of the crowd, watching the great battle ahead, he was silent for a while, only his long beard fluttered in the wind, but he couldn't see any joy or anger.

Seeing this, the other disciples dared not speak, and could only wait patiently.

Zhang Zhijing was not the only person who was as patient as Zhang Zhijing, and at the same time, in the crevice of the valley at Zhang Zhijing's feet, the majestic city wall was quietly silent in the shadows.

Like a dormant monster, silently waiting for its prey to come.

"The fight was pretty intense."

Zhao Ke lay comfortably on the rocking chair, and by the height of the tower, he could see the peaceful Buddha light and sunlight blending together in the distance, advancing forward like a tide.

And on the camp below, the strange-colored lights that flashed from time to time seemed to be resisting tenaciously.

It's been a long time since I was able to sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight so easily. Zhao Ke took out the pipe prepared by the dwarf tiger with one hand, put the shredded tobacco on it happily, lay down on the chair, and began to enjoy it.

It seems that this war has nothing to do with them.

"Guardian, is this really okay??"

The little shaman who questioned Zhao Ke before stood behind Zhao Ke's chair and carefully fanned Zhao Ke. Although Zhao Ke was not hot at all, he enjoyed the feeling of being served.

"What's the matter?? Are you still planning to support them??"

Hearing this, the little shaman glanced ahead and immediately shook his head like a rattle.

However, after struggling for a while, the little shaman whispered to Zhao Ke: "But, but... There is an idiom in the Han people, which says that if there is no mouth, the teeth will also be broken."

Zhao Ke originally wanted to correct the little shaman, but he forgot what the idiom was called, so he just rolled his eyes: "This is not an idiom, it's nonsense, that's all, let's call it in a while. But come on, go and boil some hot water, I'm going to take a shower and go to bed."

"what!!"

The little shaman stared at Zhao Ke dumbfounded, wondering why the Dharma protector still wanted to sleep at this time?

But after Zhao Ke spoke, the little shaman didn't dare not listen, so he went to boil water for Zhao Ke with a bitter face.

After Zhao Ke finished speaking, he dismissed the little shaman.

Holding a pipe in one hand, he smoked it slowly, and with the carbonized shreds of tobacco in the pipe, it shone reddishly.

A wisp of green smoke filled the air, and a group of monks came out of the forest not far away.

Zhao Ke's eyes swept away, and they were all acquaintances.

In addition to the candidate Yuheng who was gnashing his teeth at him, there were also monk Sanjie and the two disciples behind him.

Seeing this, Zhao Ke's eyes flickered, as if he was not surprised that Monk Sanjie brought someone to the door on his own initiative.