Apocalypse: I watch a survival game in a safe house

"Since when did the Tantric Buddhism have the right to claim the treasures of the ancients as its own?"

The man in gold held the sword upside down, smiled lightly, and said nothing, but also made his attitude clear.

Zhang Yi remained silent, but showed no intention of retreating.

The current situation made him feel a little pressure.

Five Ipsilon-level warriors appeared simultaneously in the Southwest Region. The combined power of these forces was enough to flatten any medium-sized country in the world.

But who are they?

Zhang Yi pondered secretly in his mind, comparing these people with the Ipsilon he knew.

Unfortunately, they all used intelligent voice changing devices, so their accents could not be distinguished.

The man with the hair frowned, and a hint of anger finally appeared in his eyes.

"You really aren't leaving?"

The tall stranger shrugged and sneered, "Why should we leave? These ancient relics do not belong to you, the Tantric sect!"

The Golden Winged Alien shouted angrily, "Nonsense! This is the remains of the Demonic Kingdom suppressed by our ancestor King Gesar! This gate is proof that it belongs to our Snowy Plateau!"

When facing outsiders, the Golden-winged Alien and the Hairy Man, who were originally on the verge of a fight, stood on the same front without hesitation.

He pointed at the huge door, and a sense of antiquity, heaviness, and a strong sense of deathly oppression came from the door.

I wonder how much blood King Gesar poured into this gate using the secret methods of Tantric Buddhism when he built it.

Zhang Yi witnessed with his own eyes the process of making ritual instruments in Tantric Buddhism.

It was so bloody that it made people gasp.

The man in gold finally spoke at this time.

He pointed to the door and said, "You can take the door. But you have to leave what's behind it."

It was obvious that the situation was no longer negotiable.

The person who distributes the Dharma puts his hands together and chants the Buddha's name.

Suddenly, a surge of great power burst out from his body!

At the same time, from the distant Sangga Temple, three thousand prayer pagodas began to rotate rapidly, and wisps of mysterious power invisible to the naked eye rose into the sky and entered the snow-capped mountains.

Others could not see this power, but Zhang Yi and his companions could see it clearly.

This made Zhang Yi dumbfounded. He thought of the legendary power of incense and vows, but that was only a myth and no one took it seriously.

However, the power that the person who was emitting the energy obtained at this time clearly came from the blessing of Sangga Temple.

No, strictly speaking, it is the blessing of faith of Tantric Buddhists in the entire snowy plateau!

"Could it be that... there really are so-called gods in this world?"

Zhang Yi's worldview was shaken.

But no matter how mysterious things are, they seem extremely normal in this mysterious place called the snowy plateau.

The power emanating from a person continues to grow stronger.

At this time, Zhang Yi could be completely sure that he was the master of burial of the Tantric sect.

If not, how can one receive the blessings of the entire Tantra?

His aura became stronger and stronger, so strong that even Zhang Yi found it a little tricky.

"At least, he has an ability index of 20000 points! But at first, he gave me the impression of only 15000 points at most. Is this the power of Tantra?"

Zhang Yi said secretly in his heart.

Fortunately, now that he has absorbed the spirit of sacrifice and obtained the Hidden Dragon Armor, his strength has also been greatly improved, reaching an astonishing 18000 points!

Even if he faces an alien whose ability index is 2000 points higher than his own, and he cannot defeat him, he can still escape safely.

Seeing that it was impossible to persuade everyone to leave, the funeral master chose to take action!

He does have such capital. On the snowy plateau, with the blessing of Tantra, he can exert the strength of 20000 points of Black Chariot level!

Seeing that Master Zang was about to take action, the expressions of the other people also became serious.

Even the tall and proud stranger raised his hands.

A huge one-handed shield and a black knight sword appeared in his hands.

The tall stranger struck his shield with his sword and laughed, "Come on, let me see how powerful the Master of the Secret Sect is!"

As expected, the master of the funeral chose to attack the tall strange man first.

His body was enveloped in a supernatural power so strong that it was almost materialized, like a real god or Buddha. He attacked with a palm packed with terrifying power, striking the tall alien!

In an instant, this valley of only a few thousand square meters was shining with golden light, as if a tsunami had occurred in the golden ocean!

The tall stranger laughed loudly, and facing the Undertaker's powerful attack like the ocean, he held up the one-handed shield with his left hand.

The golden torrent rushed over, but was diverted the moment it faced the shield.

However, the fierce impact still caused the tall stranger to retreat slightly.

The Master of Burial leaped over with his eyes full of compassion. He had the heart of a bodhisattva and acted with swift and swift methods!

The most terrifying thing is that his attack was not just directed at the tall alien, but at Zhang Yi and the golden-armored alien at the same time!

A palm as soft as jade stretched out, and a huge Buddha's hand descended from the sky to cover the three of them.

A sneer appeared on Zhang Yi's lips.

Even though they have the strength of the Black Chariot, the Burial Lord is underestimating them by fighting three alone.

Zhang Yi didn't know about others, but the tall and strange man's strength was definitely not less than 16000 points.

However, at this time, Zhang Yi did not want to reveal his identity.

He took out a long sword made of adamantium, and the black void power ignited around him with a "boom!", and he looked like a dark knight walking out of hell.

Zhang Yi slashed fiercely at the golden wave in front of him with his sword.

The golden-armored stranger on the other side also raised the golden holy sword and joined in fighting the enemy.

Under the joint attack of the three, the Burial Master's Buddha Palm actually cracked with a "click".

The funeral master's expression changed slightly. He didn't expect that these three people were so powerful.

Seeing this, the golden-winged alien not far away hesitated for a moment, but still stood beside the master of the funeral.

The golden wings pointed to the sky, the huge wings were fully spread out, and the wingspan reached more than ten meters!

With a "bang", golden wings in the sky shot towards the tall alien on the far left like sharp swords.