Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

"In the entire Quanzhen sect, only me, the head teacher, and my master have received the letter of challenge!"

Having said this, Miao Daoyi couldn't help puffing out his chest.

Only three members of the Quanzhen Sect received the letter of challenge, not even Qi Liang who joined the Quanzhen Sect.

Zhao Ke could understand the thinking of this bastard youth.

Let’s say your name appears on an information board with Ma Yun, Ma Huateng, Li Ka-shing, and Wang Jianlin at the same time.

You have to pat your chest and proudly tell everyone that the sum of the five of us can shake the whole of Asia.

The two chatted casually.

But more eyes were focused on Tianyu.

I don't know what Tianyu saw, and his expression is so painful.

"Is it going to fail?"

Seeing Tianyu's painful expression, everyone couldn't help guessing in their hearts, and everyone hoped that Tianyu could find the answer.

But it is also very clear that this kind of thing is by no means as simple as it seems on the surface, it must be a deep mystery that very people can comprehend.

And at the same time.

In the Buddhist garrison, Zhao Ke's huge steel figure rushed forward recklessly.

Some huge and weird tree vines were smashed by the powerful body of the ghost tiger before they could stop Zhao Ke.

Until Zhao Ke stopped in front of a station.

A stone cave appeared in front of Zhao Ke.

The cave was dim, but a strong smell of blood could be smelled.

Zhao Ke's heart moved, and after the Vientiane pupil on his chest opened a gap, he saw a thick blood smoke filling out from the hole.

If it's another time, I might think about it for a while.

But the time is running short, Zhao Ke just stomped his feet for a short time, then he took the ghost tiger's huge body and rushed directly into the cave.

Just like a cave, Zhao Ke found that the cave in front of him had changed its appearance.

When I stepped down, the stone under my feet was soft and slippery, and I was in danger of sinking my whole foot.

The entire cave has been fleshed out, more like the intestines and stomach of some monster.

This little hindrance was nothing to Zhao Ke. He controlled the ghost tiger and stepped on it heavily. Suddenly, blood and flesh splattered under his feet, exposing some broken stones.

As Zhao Ke raised his palm, he saw thick plant roots bursting out of the cracks in the stones.

It began to spread crazily towards the surroundings.

Trees and vines squirmed under Zhao Ke's feet, dragging Zhao Ke's huge body directly into the depths of the cave.

Suddenly Zhao Ke came here and saw some monks.

The limbs of these monks were bound by those flesh and blood, and their bodies were imprisoned in these flesh and blood, unable to move.

Some are still breathing weakly, while others have become corpses.

"where is it?"

With so many monks, how could Zhao Ke distinguish clearly which one is the Wumeng he was looking for?

"Help... help..."

At this time, Zhao Ke heard a faint cry for help, followed the sound, Zhao Ke saw that he was still an acquaintance.

It was the two disciples beside San Jie.

At the beginning, I had a fight with Fat Pig, and I never thought I would meet him here.

"Why are you here? By the way, do you know someone named Wumeng?"

After hearing Zhao Ke's voice, the disciple's trance spirit suddenly lifted, and he raised his head to look at Zhao Ke.

Because Zhao Ke's body was wrapped in the ghost tiger, the other party didn't recognize him. He shook his head and said, "What Wumeng? I don't recognize it. You, you let me out quickly. I have something important to report to the Supreme!"

"Supreme??"

Thinking about it in Zhao Ke's mind, he realized that this guy probably didn't know at all, the outside world had already changed, and now there was no supreme being, only a great supreme being, Zuipala.

"You really don't recognize Wumeng?"

Zhao Ke asked another question.

The other party thought about it carefully, then shook his head and said: "The young monk of Wu's generation should be a monk from the Central Plains, and the seniority is so young, how could the poor monk recognize it."

As he spoke, he couldn't help frowning and urged: "Hurry up, the poor monk has something important to do, and you won't be guilty of delaying it."

Zhao Ke has seen the other party's arrogant attitude more than once, and he is used to it now.

But he didn't mean to make things difficult, so he pulled hard with his palm.

"hiss--"

The wall of flesh was torn apart in front of him, but when the bright red wall of flesh was torn apart, Zhao Ke and the monk were stunned at the same time.

The monk's eyes gradually widened, looking at his disappearing body, leaving only bones and internal organs, he couldn't help screaming for a while.

"No! This is not me, this is not me."

The golden body of Arhat, who had worked hard for half his life, turned into nothing in front of his eyes, not even a limb was left.

What a cruel blow to him.

Seeing this, Zhao Ke ignored him and turned around to continue searching for Wumeng's trace.

As the monk said just now, the Dharma name of Wumeng is a monk of the younger generation. Although the scope is still very large, it at least provided Zhao Ke with an idea.

However, when Zhao Ke started to search, he was surprised to find that this idea was also like finding a needle in a haystack.

Too much.

If I want to find the person I'm looking for, I'm afraid it's too late.

Zhao Ke still remembers the time of these two incense sticks in his heart.