Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

Once the time is up, even if Wumeng is not found, he will leave.

"The benefactor is looking for Wumeng?"

At this time, Zhao Ke heard someone shouting behind him, and when he looked back, it was an old monk.

After Zhao Ke looked up and down, he shook his head and said, "I can't save you, you have already assimilated with the flesh and blood here."

The old monk in front of him is similar to the one just now, and his flesh and blood have already merged into the flesh and blood of the cave here.

Even if they tear off the shackles on them, they cannot leave here.

The old monk was not annoyed when he heard the words, he just nodded and said: "What the benefactor said is very true. The poor monk knows that his death is approaching, so he doesn't dare to expect extravagance to survive. He only asks the benefactor for one thing. If the benefactor agrees, the poor monk will realize it." Give the dream to the benefactor."

"Leave it to me? What's the matter??"

Zhao Ke was overjoyed and opened his mouth to ask.

At this time, the two monks next to the old monk also slowly opened their eyes. After looking at each other, they saw the flesh and blood around them squirmed, and a gap opened, and a young monk lay quietly inside.

"He is Wumeng. After taking him away, I only ask the benefactor to destroy this place!"

Chapter 1189 Mystery

Zhao Ke looked at the young man in front of him.

Said to be a young man, he looked like he was in his thirties, and there were only six scars on the top of his head, which showed that he had not been in Buddhism for a long time.

Zhao Ke didn't even feel any unique power from this young monk.

In other words, this guy's Buddhist practice is not as good as his own.

I don't know why, Yuheng would take the risk of passing such news to himself.

"trap??"

In an instant, Zhao Ke rejected this idea again.

Because it doesn't make sense at all.

As a person on the list, he can't escape, and Sinporo will not kill himself in advance.

And before Suipala, killing himself seemed not an easy task, and the most important thing was that it might anger Suipala.

In confusion, Zhao Ke didn't plan to stay here for a long time.

Called out Da Xia Ding and threw Wu Meng who was still in a coma into it, and said to the old monks in front of him, "I've offended you."

"Amitabha!"

Several old monks closed their eyes, with an air of resignation.

"I'm not reconciled, I'm not reconciled... None of you want to leave!"

The disciples of Sanjie saw that Zhao Ke was only planning to rescue an unknown monk, and his expression became distorted for a moment.

With the roaring sound, the flesh in the cave began to gather as quickly as possible, even as if it was alive, it began to stick to Zhao Ke.

"Stubborn!"

After Zhao Ke said in a cold voice, countless thick vines began to spread crazily in the hole, tearing apart the flesh and blood wrapped around him.

Zhao Ke didn't look at the angry and sad expressions of the disciples of the Three Precepts.

Just a light pinch of the fingers, I saw that the surrounding tree vines began to secrete a thick oil, and after Zhao Ke snapped his fingers, a ball of glazed fire fell on the oil along Zhao Ke's fingertips.

"boom!"

The huge rumbling sound made Sinbola and others far away at the other end able to clearly sense the vibration from the ground.

After looking back, Zui Boluo looked at Zhao Ke's clone, but that was all.

This made Zhao Ke himself, who was observing Sin Boluo through his avatar, let out a long breath, and didn't dare to delay any longer, quickly drove the Great Xia Ding and headed straight for the shaman camp.

Sinballa knew everything about what happened in the Buddhist resident, but he was more concerned with Tianyu in front of him.

I saw that Tianyu's complexion became more and more ugly, as if he had fallen into some kind of bottleneck, and he was still unable to comprehend the mystery.

The chess game on the chessboard in front of you is close to winning or losing.

Sinballa is still worrying about what kind of mystery is hidden in it.

"General!"

At this time, I saw Zui Boluo standing in front of the chessboard waving his arms, pointing to the side and saying evilly, "Black wins."

"Already won!"

Looking at the chessboard in front of him, Tianyu's face turned pale for a moment.

He didn't see anything, and he couldn't see where the mystery was.

In a daze, Tian Yuku sat on the ground, but he soon realized that the chessboard in front of him was reset, and everything was reset again.

The pawn returns to its original position.

This time, Tianyu suddenly regained his spirits and waited and watched again.

This time he looked very seriously, and found that the chess moves of both sides seemed to be completely different from the previous game.

This made it even more embarrassing for Tianyu, who didn't know much about chess.

As time passed, a powerful repulsive force struck, and Tianyu knew that the time for his dream divination was coming.

But he was not reconciled, he stood up and rushed to the chessboard, trying to kick the chessboard away.

It's just that before he could move, Zuipala, who was supposed to be the referee, suddenly moved his palm, and a powerful thrust struck, instantly smashing everything in front of him to pieces.

When Tianyu came back to his senses, he found that he had woken up from the dream divination.

"It seems that you don't understand the mystery."

Zuipala drank the tea in his hand, filled a cup for Tianyu unhurriedly, and put it in front of Tianyu.

"Drink this cup of tea, and forget about these troubles with peace of mind."

I saw wisps of Buddha's light flickering in the teacup, which contained amazing power. A cup of tea was enough to seal a person's altar, making him forget his troubles and become a fool from then on.

"Wait, I want to take another look at the list."