In the Ice Age, I stockpiled billions of supplies

Chapter 1444

After absorbing the huge sacrificial spirit of the Nash Kingdom, Prince Anlit successfully promoted to the bishop level.

He sat on the top of the high Holy Spirit Temple, watching the huge palace collapse and the humans from the outside world wantonly destroying his kingdom here.

But his eyes were still indifferent, without any expression.

He felt that he was no longer a creature of the past dimension at this time.

He could control the life and death of everyone. He was, God!

With a light tap of his fingertips, one vacuum wave after another was continuously released towards Zhang Yi and others.

Zhang Yi retreated again and again, still waiting for a chance to turn the tables in his heart, to be precise, waiting for the opportunity in the thousand-year prophecy of the Tantric Buddhism to appear.

But once the situation is not right, he will definitely flee this place at the first time.

However, Gao Changkong, Lancelot and others dealt with it more miserably.

Prince Anlit, who had a supernatural power index of more than 10,000 points higher than them, just made a slight move and made them embarrassed like ants.

A vacuum wave came to Lancelot, then instantly enlarged, almost covering the entire sky above his head, and then exploded like the sun!

Lancelot tried his best, he burned the black flame of hell crazily!

He sang the hymn of the Knight of Hell, waving the sword in his hand like a devil of hell!

Gao Changkong on the other side was not much better.

The Tianwu treasure wheel turned behind him, and [The Seal of Destruction] was in a desperate situation, but he actually developed a new dance of destruction!

"I will only dance this dance once in my life, please remember it for me!"

He muttered, and then his body began to fly into the air and began to dance in an extremely gorgeous way.

As he danced, white holy light appeared around his body, counteracting Prince Anlit's vacuum wave.

"Boom!!!"

The powerful force swept across the eight wastelands and six directions.

Zhang Yi flew back more than ten kilometers, and the dimension gates shattered one after another.

Gao Changkong and Lancelot were shot down from the sky and fell into the bottomless abyss of Nash Country, with serious injuries.

The gap in strength was too huge, and there was no way to resist even a casual attack from Prince Anlit!

Zhang Yi's eyes wandered in the layers of abyssal cities in Nash Country.

"Did Luo Zhuo fail? If so, I can only escape."

Prince Anlit was neither happy nor sad. In his eyes, the heavy damage to Gao Changkong and Lancelot was just a trivial matter, just like swatting away two noisy flies at home.

However, when he saw Zhang Yi who was intact, he still frowned slightly.

"You seem to be very good at defense, so how about this move?"

He raised his finger and pointed it at Zhang Yi, and a strong air began to condense, ready to be released at any time.

Zhang Yi instantly felt an extremely terrifying breath locking him.

His back felt a little cold. With his strength, he had no chance of defeating this guy in front of him.

Then, let's run away!

Just when Zhang Yi was about to give up everything and leave this place, a familiar breath suddenly rose from below.

In the slowly collapsing Holy Spirit Temple, thousands of golden lights shot out, and the dazzling light immediately attracted Prince Anlit's attention.

For some reason, he felt an uncomfortable breath.

The broken Holy Spirit Temple was like an eggshell that was pecked open.

A moment later, Zhang Yi and his companions saw a figure shrouded in Buddha's light, slowly rising from the Holy Spirit Temple.

It was a young figure with long hair, wearing a bright red robe, with his hands clasped together, and a solemn appearance.

Zhang Yi murmured, "Is he Jueguo, or Luozhuo?"

And just when he was confused, the man looked over here and smiled at him faintly.

Zhang Yi understood it in an instant.

He is neither Jueguo nor Luozhuo.

He is the master of the funeral, the real master of the Tantric funeral.

Twins are originally of one mind and one body. They are the reincarnations of the Lord of the Cemetery. Only when the two become one, will they truly achieve perfection and become the patron saint of the Tantric Buddhism.

He exudes a sacred aura, which is completely different from the murderous Prince Anlit.

That kind of power is strong and vast, but it makes people feel awe from the bottom of their hearts.

Gao Changkong and Lancelot were seriously injured. The funeral master won a chance for them to live and asked them to stop and take medicine to heal their wounds.

"Is this... the funeral master of the Tantric Buddhism?"

"I knew that he dared to attack the Demon Kingdom, so it would definitely not be that simple!"

"But can he beat that guy? The other party is a bishop-level alien!"

Zhang Yi also had such doubts in his heart, but at present, apart from believing in the funeral master, he had no other choice.A good idea.

Prince Anlit stared at the monk who suddenly appeared in front of him, his eyes slowly became hot from empty and boring.

"Finally I met an interesting opponent! Just let me try to see how strong I am now!"

He clenched his right fist, a strong energy condensed on his fist, and then blasted towards the master of the funeral!

The powerful vacuum wave reached the master of the funeral in an instant, and then it was like ten thousand suns exploding at the same time. The dazzling white light made everyone temporarily blind!

"Anti-glare mode activated."

The Qianlong armor blocked the strong light for Zhang Yi, allowing him to see the surrounding things clearly, but he still felt that the light was too dazzling and difficult to look directly at.

However, after the light dissipated, the master of the funeral still stood steadily in the void, with his hands clasped together, as if he was not affected at all.

Prince Anlit's eyes became serious.

He crossed his arms in front of him, and a red light burst out from his eyes.

A larger and more terrifying force began to burst out from every inch of his muscle.

Zhang Yi watched with his own eyes as his body, which was only more than five meters tall, began to expand rapidly with muscles and bones, and then quickly soared to a height of more than ten meters!

His appearance had changed, with red horns growing all over his head and his skin turning red.

He looked very much like the devil in mythology.

And his aura became even more terrifying and fierce!

"Mystery - Nastda incarnation!"

Nastda is the mother goddess in the mythological beliefs of the Nash Kingdom.

Seeing this, the funeral master slowly reached into his robes and took out an old wooden box with countless yellow talisman papers pasted on it.

He recited Buddhist scriptures, and the yellow talisman papers fell off by themselves.

And every time a layer of talisman paper fell, Zhang Yi and the other three felt an extremely evil and dark aura slowly spreading from the box.

Lancelot's eyes widened. "This breath... why does it feel like a demon crawling out of hell? Isn't the faith of Tantra sacred? Why does it give people such a feeling?"