Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

He suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the ruined temple at the foot of the mountain. His expression darkened. He knew that Tong Xuan was dead.

This morning, I couldn't take it anymore.

dead……

Zhao Ke saw Tong Xuan lying on the broken wooden plank from the perspective of the distracted soul. His handsome face was now severely swollen, and he couldn't look directly at it.

Although the ginseng essence held his breath, it was also disguised, aggravating his injury.

After death, the qi and blood collapsed, and after the breath was relaxed, it caused the eight orifices to bleed, which was terrible.

Before dying, Tong Xuan yelled, and shouted with all his strength.

regret!

One step away, he fell into the abyss immediately, even if he threw away the influence of Zhao Ke inside and started over, Tong Xuan's end would still not be easy.

Being a man is too arrogant, if you don't carry it this time, you won't be able to escape the next time.

Zhao Ke went down the mountain and walked into the ruined temple. When he saw the corpse beside him, he couldn't help feeling sorry for it.

Exerted the soul devouring technique, pulled out Tongxuan's soul, made it into a life ball, and tightened it into his pocket.

There is no way, Zhao Ke is seriously short of life balls now.

The three souls of Taoist priest and weasel alone are not enough to supplement Zhao Ke's consumption.

He doesn't have many postal points, so Zhao Ke is not interested in the souls of ordinary animals for the time being. He must ensure that the vitality of each life ball is strong enough.

Let the avatar find some wood, and set fire to Tongxuan's body. By the way, the one he made up, Gu Tianle's younger brother, was a pile of bones, mixed in the fire, and completely burned to a handful of ashes.

"what!"

The fire light reflected on Zhao Ke's face, Zhao Ke suddenly noticed something, looked back, and found that the body of the split soul gradually became transparent under the fire light.

In the end, little by little, it turned into dense white bones.

"White Bones View!"

Zhao Ke frowned, unexpectedly at this moment, Fenhun's eyes stared at the burning bones in the sea of ​​fire, and he actually understood the concept of bones.

And there was no sign of madness, which surprised Zhao Ke.

With a wave of his hand, he summoned the split soul back.

Zhao Ke's eyes lit up, and he found that this wisp of soul was actually golden.

Moreover, the split soul seemed to be independent from his own soul. Even after Zhao Ke took it back, he still maintained an independent individual, like a fluffy ball, staying in his own sea of ​​consciousness.

Chapter 395

Zhao Ke felt it carefully, and found that the ball didn't have any thoughts.

It is still a group of souls.

It's just that after completing the Bone Temple, this group of souls became weird, and they refused to take the initiative to integrate into their main soul.

"Hey, interesting!"

One of his own soul-splitting souls has cultivated the introductory method of Buddhism and Taoism, but he does not have his own consciousness. Zhao Ke can switch his consciousness to the soul-splitting soul with just one thought.

It feels exactly the same as when I usually use the avatar.

"If split souls can be cultivated..."

Thinking of this, Zhao Ke's eyes flashed, and he thought of the six personalities that he had swallowed. If he let them cultivate, wouldn't his strength be even stronger.

Of course, Zhao Kesong just thought about this idea, and he was not so arrogant that he would implement it immediately.

After all, my six personalities are all created by my own negative emotions.

It is incompatible with the Buddhist skills, and they may not have the opportunity to meet a second fool like He Tongxuan who has no experience in the world.

But this ray of split soul made Zhao Ke think of many possibilities.

But right now there is no time to practice one by one, Zhao Ke still needs to hurry up and practice Wuxiang Sword Sutra.

But what Zhao Ke didn't notice was that.

While Zhao Ke was concentrating on practicing the Wuxiang Sword Sutra, he saw the depths of Zhao Ke's consciousness.

Suddenly, a blue transparent sphere emerged from the darkness, and carefully poked out his round upper body from the darkness.

With a pair of sesame-sized eyes, staring at the furry soul.

He shouted angrily, "Rem!"

It seemed that he saw the golden sphere, but there was no movement, and then he saw the blue ball rolling his body and ran forward.

After feeling the warm breath on the soul, the blue ball carefully put its head on the soul.

Using the little tail on the back of his buttocks, he hugged the soul carefully, closed his eyes slightly, and slowly fell asleep.

Listen carefully, and you can still hear the blue ball calling out a faint voice, repeating the name: "Rem..."

"Rumble..."

The deafening thunder became stronger and stronger, and at the other end, Yang Laohei, whose body turned into an eagle, stared at the valley with his eyes.

Accompanied by the heavy rain, pouring on his feathers, the wet feeling made Yang Laohei's mood worse and worse.

Can't find it!

He rummaged through the mountains and forests, but still couldn't find anything.

That guy, it was as if he had disappeared.

Whether it is the smell or the sound, it is like a drop of water falling into the river, and it disappears in a blink of an eye.

"Could it have left already!"

Yang Laohei thought of the rare silver stamp "Nature's Wrath" in Zhao Ke's stamp album.

Yang Laohei had never seen it, or even heard of it.

But he will never remember wrongly, the ability of this stamp.

The effect of the breath of nature had passed a few hours ago, but there is still no trace of him.