Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

No!Neither, at least in Zhang Zhijing's heart, the most powerful forces in the world are nothing more than the two.

One said: bring the dead back to life.

The second said: Immortality.

Zhang Zhijing believed that the elder of the Manichaeism was indeed dead, and he was definitely not wrong about this.

But if the Manichaeism elder is really dead, and now he sits up from the coffin again, then there is only one answer, bringing the dead back to life.

"Back to life? Is there really back to life in this world?"

The leader of the Manichaeism was stunned for a short while, but he couldn't help being shocked.

Only the great shaman seemed much more indifferent. Although the resurrection from the dead was shocking, it was nothing compared to the saint.

He even couldn't help saying proudly in his heart: "When the saint arrives, the ancestors of our shamanism will also be able to uncover their coffins!"

Thinking of this, the great shaman looked in Zhao Ke's direction again from the corner of his eye, his fiery eyes were full of hope.

"No, he didn't come back alive!"

At this moment, Zhang Zhijing suddenly noticed something was wrong. Although he sat up straight from the coffin, his flesh and blood still carried a strong sense of smell.

It's not resurrection, it's more like turning into a zombie.

Sure enough, the elder of the Manichaeism quickly developed dark spots on his skin, and his black nails scratched the thin coffin board, tearing the coffin apart suddenly.

"evil Dead!"

The excitement on the Manichaeism leader's face suddenly froze, and then quickly turned from shock to anger, even to the point of being furious.

This elder is not only an elder of Manichaeism, but also his partner who is also a teacher and a friend.

Actually, in front of him, he was turned into a zombie by Sinboluo!

"Om..."

For a moment, the Manichaeists looked coldly, and slowly pulled out their own knives from their waists. It was a matter of Manichaeism's honor, and life and death could be ignored.

The Manichae leader walked towards Sinballa step by step with an indifferent face.

"do not come!"

Surprisingly, at this time, the elder of the Manichaeism, who had become a zombie, actually spoke.

He waved his hand to signal the Manichaeists not to be impulsive. His eyes were very clear, and he did not lose his mind like a zombie, only knowing to kill.

In this state, Zhao Ke couldn't help but think of Fat Pig.

At least the appearance of this Manichaean elder looks very similar to that of Fat Pig when he didn't refine the essence of dragon veins.

"Hehe, after living for a long time, I thought that there was no chance. I never thought that after dying, I could have such a comfortable day!"

The great elder of the Manichaeism shook his limbs.

Rigid but not hard, if you use the level of corpse refining, such a body standard, even the top corpse refining experts have to spend a lot of effort to train.

"Amitabha, the poor monk, Sinpala, has come here to teach the elders!"

Sinballa clasped his palms together and bowed to the elder of the Manichaeism.

Every move of this Sinballa makes people feel confused and weird at the same time.

In order to smear the brush with ink, he randomly exploded a person's head. The elder felt wronged for his disciple, and a drop of vermilion blood frightened him so much that he pissed out, but it was just a drop of vermilion blood on his forehead.

Now, in front of everyone, the old man who had passed away was remade into a living corpse.

The cruelty of the means is simply outrageous.

It is not an exaggeration to say that he is crooked, how could he be a Buddha?

However, at this time, they saluted so humbly and respectfully. This change made people feel capricious and uncertain.

"Hey, I thought I had no chance, but since you revived the old man, how do you fight!"

The Great Elder of Manichaeism came back from the dead, albeit in the body of a zombie.

But I don't care at all, but I feel more comfortable than ever before.

It seemed that he had returned to his youthful state in an instant. Compared with the old and crippled body before, he did not know how many times stronger.

"Simple, you hit me once, I won't dodge or block, if you don't die, then return that move just now, as long as you can survive, the little monk loses!"

"Is he crazy??"

As soon as these words came out, there was a commotion around the crowd.

Even Zhao Ke was a little...too arrogant.

Not only will I get punched by you first, but I will also imitate your moves and fight back. If I can't beat you to death, I will lose?

Zhao Ke pondered in his heart, if it wasn't for Sinboluo's arrogance and boundlessness, then he must be strong enough to ignore everything.

But even so, this is a bit too generous.

This Manichaeism Great Elder is probably no less powerful than the Manichaeism Master.

Now that he has turned into a zombie body, his strength will probably go up to a higher level.

I dare not say that the strength can reach the level of a senior postman, but it also means that one foot has stepped into the level of a senior postman, which means that there is no one under the senior postman.

Zui Boluo's words are too full.

With one punch, even a high-ranking postman would be seriously injured.

Isn't he afraid that after he is seriously injured, he will be surrounded and killed by everyone present?

Furthermore, even if he could resist this punch, the elder of the Manichaeism, who had already turned into a zombie, could also resist this punch, and he would not die anyway.

Just how strong is the self-confidence that can make Sinpolo so arrogant.

Not to mention that Zhao Ke was so stunned.

Even this Manichaeism elder, who had been resurrected from the dead, couldn't help but froze for a moment, which was really contemptuous.

"Okay! It's a deal!"

After being dazed for a while, the Great Elder of the Manichaeism quickly agreed.