Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

The Sanjie monk worked hard to parry the great shaman who attacked and killed him,

At this time, the violent vibration and fire reflected on his face, and the pupils of Monk Sanjie overflowed with golden Buddha light, and his eyesight swept towards the fire, and his expression suddenly became extremely difficult to see.

His heart sank slightly, and after a brief moment of entanglement in Monk Sanjie's eyes, he seemed to have finally made up his mind.

The Vajra Seal on the left hand and Arhat Finger on the right hand.

Fayin urged Monk Sanjie's eyebrows to see a golden relic quietly emerge. As soon as the relic came out, the surrounding space suddenly paused, as if time slowed down.

Facing the oncoming bone stick, Monk Sanjie looked miserable and helpless.

However, he just raised his arm and hit the big shaman's bone staff hard.

Immediately after hearing a "bang!", the time between the two seemed to stop for a moment under the shock.

Immediately, under the horrified eyes of everyone, a black crack formed a ripple visible to the naked eye and stirred between the two. Where the crack passed, the surrounding space seemed to be torn apart soundlessly.

"what!"

After a brief pause, he heard the big shaman let out a scream, and then his body flew out suddenly.

Both of them are the most powerful masters in the world.

Monk Sanjie inherited a body of Buddha power from Dajue, plus his own hard work, which is equivalent to the merits of two lifetimes.

Although Shamanism has declined, its inheritance has never been interrupted.

Now the strength of the great shaman is no less than him, relying on the ancestral bones passed down from generation to generation in his hands, it is enough to overwhelm the three ring monks in strength.

At this time, the fierce battle between the two ended with the big shaman flying out.

What a surprise.

The figure of the great shaman quickly regained his balance in midair, landed firmly on the wall of the fortress, and spit out a mouthful of blood from his mouth.

Immediately after staring at Monk Sanjie in surprise for a moment, he burst out laughing instead.

Taking off the wine gourd around his waist, he didn't care about the serious injuries on his body. After taking a sip, he said, "Quick!"

A happy cry, but the great shaman put away the ancestral bone in his hand and sat on the ground casually, as if he had no intention of continuing to fight with the three precepts.

"Amitabha!"

Seeing this, Sanjie looked complicated, and he looked into the fortress.

Even though they were far apart, their eyes were fixed on Zhao Ke in an instant.

They were far away, at least a thousand meters away, but Zhao Ke felt as if the Three Precepts were right in front of him.

The sharp eyes made Zhao Ke feel as if his whole body was being pricked by needles, so he couldn't help frowning and looked at the Sanjie monk in the distance.

"How did this guy suddenly become so strong?"

Zhao Ke could clearly feel the earth-shaking changes in the breath of Monk Sanjie from before.

"Monk, I can't beat you, but you can only take one of the two."

The great shaman held a gourd of wine in his hand, half-closed one eye and looked at the monk Sanjie, and said casually.

Monk Sanjie clasped his palms together, and stretched out his palms, but he saw the surrounding space turning around, and a huge Buddha's light illuminated the mid-air.

There seems to be a faint sound of Buddha singing from nothingness, but when people listen carefully, they can't hear it clearly.

The three precepts are showered in the Buddha's light, he is really like a living Buddha, with a solemn face, not as sloppy as before.

His skin was as smooth as a baby's, and his whole body seemed to be ten years younger in an instant, his eyes were as bright as sparks, and as deep as the ocean.

With a sweep of his eyes, Zhao Ke's body froze, and a great sense of oppression came over him, making Zhao Ke's scalp numb.

He knew that Three Rings had suddenly become stronger, but he didn't know that it would make him feel so suffocated.

This guy's strength has at least reached the standard of a senior postman, and Zhao Ke even had the illusion that if Sanjie wanted to kill him at this time, he only needed to lift his finger.

At that time, if no one can stop him, he will surely die.

Thinking of this, Zhao Ke couldn't help calling out the Great Xia Ding very quickly.

But wait until Zhao Ke takes action.

An angry roar burst out from the huge fireball wrapped in vines, and then Yuheng's figure flew out of the flames.

fly?

To be precise, it was forcibly pulled out by a ray of Buddha's light.

Yuheng can become a candidate for the constant, and is given high hopes by the constant, and his strength is indeed extraordinary.

Even the Vulcan cannon, which is as powerful as a rail gun, is still alive after such a close-up frontal explosion.

Of course, it was a bit miserable. It seemed that this guy was seriously injured.

At this time, he was drawn by a wave of Buddha's light, and he could see countless wounds on Yuheng's body. On his tired expression, only those eyes were always glaring at him.

Immediately after the Buddha's light flashed, the monk Sanjie stretched out his hand and patted Yuheng's shoulder, and strange scriptures echoed in Yuheng's ears, causing the anger on Yuheng's face to gradually fade away, gradually returning to calm, and finally fell into a deep sleep.

Seeing this, Zhao Ke in the distance could not help but twitch the muscles on his face, and cursed inwardly: "Well, it's a waste of work, and it's cheap for this kid."

It turns out that Sanjie sensed the overwhelming anger in Yuheng's heart.

Unexpectedly, he spared no effort to use the Great Compassion Sutra to dispel the resentment in Yu Heng's heart. After the sutra, Yu Heng might get a blessing in disguise, and his strength can go up even more.

I'm afraid Yuheng knew about it, so he probably had to thank himself.

"Amitabha!"

Monk Sanjie had a benevolent face, looked at Zhao Ke with a complex expression, and then made a Buddhist salute to the great shaman with one hand, and the figure of Yuheng in the other hand turned into a shooting star and left quickly.

At this time, Zhao Ke walked up to the big shaman and saw the big shaman holding a wine gourd, lying on the ground drinking, as if he didn't care about what happened before.

Zhao Ke simply sat down with him, didn't care if there was dust on the ground, took out a pipe from the postal album, and asked while putting the shredded tobacco on it: "You are really big, and you are not afraid that he will really take me away. .”

For Zhao Ke's ridicule, the big shaman didn't even lift his eyelids, shook his head and smiled confidently: "No!"

"So you can stop him?"

Zhao Ke's eyes lit up, and he continued to ask.

"I can't stop it!"