Infinite Postman/Dreadful Postman

Zhao Ke pointed behind him with his hand: "Look, I have prepared a reward for you over there."

"award!"

A cold light suddenly appeared in Dajue's evil eyes, he didn't like this word very much.

It's just that before he looked at the forest in the distance, he was suddenly taken aback.

I saw a monk sitting in front of the woods. The monk looked thin and looked a little malnourished. He was sitting on the ground, meditating with his hands folded.

"he……"

Looking at this monk, Dajue evil thought frowned tightly into the word Chuan.

"Who is he?? Why do I see him so familiar??"

Dajue shook his head with evil thoughts, trying hard to remember the identity of this person, but as he thought about it, the picture of Zhongzhong's memory emerged in his head.

"Junior brother... what do you think this is?"

"Ah, such a big pear! Thank you, brother!"

In the vague memory, two monks, one big and one small, were sitting in front of the mountain gate, and the young monk held a pear in his hand and ate it with relish.

Unfamiliar memories flooded in, and Da Jue could not help but be surprised: "No, this is not my memory!"

He said that he wanted to get rid of this memory, but these strange memories couldn't get rid of at all.

Instead, more memories continue to be derived.

Fragments are the growth experience of the little monk.

These fuzzy memories became clearer and clearer, and even gave birth to a kind of evil thought. This is my illusion.

"No!"

"No, it's not me!"

Surprised by the evil thoughts, he screamed and waved the bloody light, trying to smash the monk in the distance into meat paste.

However, just as he started, a heart-piercing pain surged through his body like a collapsing dam.

"what!"

With a scream, the king of the world, who was still complacent just now, suddenly fell to his knees on the ground.

He opened his eyes, and saw that his flesh and blood, which had been restored to its original state, was rotting at a speed visible to the naked eye.

how come?how so? ?

It wasn't just his flesh that rotted, even his internal organs began to collapse.

"Ouch!" A mouthful of blood spat out from his mouth, and when he saw the minced meat mixed in, he suddenly turned around and looked at Zhao Ke who was sitting on the stone.

"It's you? What did you do?? What's going on here??"

Before Zhao Ke could open his mouth, his body twitched uncontrollably, his internal organs seemed to be stirred together, making his life worse than death.

Zhao Ke didn't rush to answer, and watched the scene in front of him quietly from the beginning to the end, as if such a scene had already been expected by him.

"vomit!!"

The blood couldn't stop spitting out from Dajue's mouth. He hurriedly called out the Wanhua Furnace, cast the blood into a treasure furnace and put it on himself, hoping to use the Wanhua Furnace to help him tide over the difficulties.

It's just that the effect is minimal.

The physical pain made him almost unable to think, and all kinds of strange memories kept flashing in his mind.

Finally, Zhao Ke, who was sitting on the side, spoke slowly at this moment.

"Don't you think the blood of these warriors and fierce horses has a unique taste??"

Hearing this, Dajue was taken aback by evil thoughts: "Is it poison?"

But after he finished speaking, he shook his head: "No, if it's poison, my Wanhua Furnace will definitely refine the poison!"

Zhao Ke said with a half-smile, "Who told you that anything that kills must be poison?? Can't ginseng work?"

"Ginseng?"

Seeing his confused eyes, Zhao Ke took out a ginseng thick as a white radish, put it in his mouth, and slowly gnawed it. After one bite, the full juice splashed into the air.

In addition to the unique smell of life, it also has a hint of sweetness.

Dajue evil thought took a deep breath, and immediately recognized the sweet smell, which was exactly the same as the blood he had sucked.

It's just the smell of blood, far stronger than this.

Zhao Ke explained while eating ginseng: "Before these cavalrymen set off, I gave them heavy medicines, even their mounts. These tonics will make their blood churn and sweet. Delicious, just..."

When he said this, he didn't go any further. After all, he didn't know how to explain to Da Jue evil thoughts, how overbearing the ability of the stamp [Great Tonic Angelica], the tonic after special blessing, is.

It is already remarkable enough that the evil thoughts of Dajue, who had already been severely injured, can survive until now after absorbing so much blood containing tonics.

pause today

Pause for a moment today, I will think about the next plot design, and try to finish the book as perfect as possible within the limited time.

Chapter 1229: Punishing God

Dajue's evil thoughts physically collapsed much faster than Zhao Ke thought.

He fell to the ground and struggled, screaming, it was like death.

Who would have thought that the last second he looked like a god and demon in the world who was still high above, but at this moment he was crawling on the ground like an ant.

He struggled on the ground and crawled forward. He was not reconciled, not reconciled to perish like this. He had already stood at the peak and was destined to despise all living beings. Who would be willing to be thrown back into the mud in an instant.

The sound of rustling footsteps was getting closer.

A pair of monk shoes appeared in his sight,

Dajue, who was already in extreme pain, raised his head, his eyes were about to burst out, and he grabbed the monk's ankle with one hand, as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw.

Zhao Ke, who was sitting on the rock, frowned slightly, the dark red blood hammer was already tightly held in his palm.

Seeing the pained Dajue evil thoughts on his face, the monk just let out a long sigh: "My Buddha is merciful."

After speaking, he sat cross-legged in front of him, put his palms together, and recited the Diamond Sutra in his mouth.