Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

When everyone looked at Zuipala again, it was like facing a big enemy.

It was able to pierce through the barriers of the three with one blow, but in the end, it dripped on the opponent's forehead without any incident.

This is definitely not because the power of the blood beads was dispersed due to the obstruction of the three people.

The three of them still have this self-knowledge.

Then the answer is very clear, it should be said that Zuipala had no intention of killing him at all.

Take it lightly, take it lightly.

Sinbala's use of power has reached an unbelievable level.

This drop of vermilion blood was just a warning from Sinballa to them.

Or in other words, dismounting.

There is no doubt that Zuipala succeeded, a drop of vermilion blood successfully deterred everyone.

Including the Great Shaman, Zhang Zhijing, and the leader of Zoroastrianism, three top masters.

As for Zhao Ke on the side, he understood better why Hei Zhuo, who has always been close to Tianyu, refused to show up at this time.

If I were myself, I am afraid that I will find a place where there is no one to hide.

Not because of fear, but because of unwillingness to face their own incompetence.

When his most important friend was about to die in front of him, he found that he couldn't do anything, and even wanted to watch him die.

This kind of pain is not something ordinary people can have the opportunity to experience.

"Amitabha, the poor monk, Sinballa, dare to ask if the great elder of the Manichaeism is here. The poor monk has some doubts, and I ask him to enlighten me!"

Sinpala's voice was full of magnetism, and his eyes were clear and flawless, as pure as spring water in a mountain, pure as far as the eye can see.

If it wasn't for the dead body at his feet and the blood on the ink brush, no one would associate such a young man with a devil.

"Ahem, I'm sorry, last night at Haishi, I taught the elders to be dead!"

The leader of the Manichaeism took a step forward, already prepared in his heart to be replaced.

However, Zuipala didn't seem to have such a plan, raised his slender eyebrows slightly, clasped his hands together and said: "Then please let the poor monk take a look at the noble body of the elder of the noble religion, to show the helplessness in the poor monk's heart."

"Humph!"

The leader of the Manichaeism snorted coldly in his heart, thinking that Sinpolo suspected that his elders had cheated on him.

But he can use his own character to guarantee that this elder will never be happy in his life, dare to love and hate, and never disdain to use such humble means.

If it were a person, the Manichaeism leader might jump out and drive him away.

Even stop the other party at all costs, because this is an insult to that elder.

But the person in front of him is Sinpolo.

A drop of blood just now has clearly revealed the gap between them.

In other words, even if the three of them joined forces.

No one can save the people he sinfully wants to kill.

After considering the terrifying strength of Zuipala, the leader of the Manichaeism finally nodded and motioned for his disciples to carry the corpse up.

I saw that the corpse had already been stored in a thin coffin.

An old man with long beard and white hair was quietly lying in the coffin with a kind face.

The corner of the mouth maintained a serene arc, like a sleeping grandfather, dreaming about the absurd things he did when he was young.

Zhao Ke stood up on the treetop and tiptoed to look.

Looking back at Tianyu: "Is he really dead??"

God tells people to be blind, but their hearts are not blind, and they can even see some things more clearly than people who are not blind.

Tianyu nodded with a heavy expression, he had already made preparations in his heart, and it was his turn to prepare next.

At this moment, Suipala suddenly leaned over beside the old man's body and said something.

When everyone was still confused, the old man who had been sleeping suddenly moved his fingers.

Zhao Ke stood on the tree and looked at it really. Seeing this, he turned his head and congratulated Tianyu: "It seems that you can live another round!"

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Friends who are short of books can go and have a look.

Book title: "I am a dog planner" (Note: Such a pissy name,)

Introduction: The history of PY between a dog planner and a group of sand sculpture players

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Chapter 1185

"Alive!!!"

Looking at the Manichaean elder who stood up again from the coffin.

The jaws of the crowd were about to drop, and the leader of the Manichaeism couldn't believe his eyes.

He was sure that it was absolutely impossible for the Great Elder to cheat and cheat death.

"Bring the dead back to life!"

Zhang Zhijing's complexion changed drastically, he looked at the Manichaeism elder rising from the coffin, whispered to himself, and couldn't help taking a step back in shock.

What is the most powerful force in the world?

Crack mountains and rocks?

Magical fortune?

Still in control? ?