Apocalypse: I watch a survival game in a safe house

Zhang Yi's eyes suddenly fixed.

"It looks like someone arrived before us."

He and Huahua stopped outside the door.

Zhang Yi took a deep breath, keeping his body active so that he could attack at any time.

Then he walked into the door step by step, holding a pistol in his left hand and a knife in his right hand, followed by the giant Huahua.

After entering the door, he indeed saw a familiar figure.

A monk wearing a bright red robe, with long hair loose, walking barefoot on the ground as white and smooth as jade, who else could it be but the master of burial?

Seeing that it was him, Zhang Yi stood still and did not rush forward.

In this place, encountering the Undertaker is undoubtedly the most dangerous.

The Undertaker not only possesses a Black Chariot-level combat power of up to 20000 points, but more importantly, he can receive the power of Tantric faith from the Sangga Temple on the surface.

If you continue to fight with him, unless you can kill him instantly, the power of faith will continuously bless his body, making him almost immortal.

It is really difficult to fight against such an opponent.

In front of the funeral host, Deji and other monks from Sangga Temple were standing around a high platform in a daze, their eyes full of fascination.

On the platform was a transparent crystal box containing a yellow crystal that emitted a soft and intoxicating light.

Zhang Yi was very familiar with this thing; it was the source of God.

"Did the people of Nash Country actually put such an important thing here?"

Zhang Yi was a little confused.

He looked around. In addition to the platform where the Source of God was placed, there were many similar platforms with various objects displayed on them.

There are some unusual biological fossils, some ancient weapons and armor.

This place turned out to be an exhibition room filled with royal collections.

Zhang Yi suddenly understood.

"Is the Source of God just a collectible for them?"

This discovery left Zhang Yi dumbfounded.

Don’t the three-eyed people know that this kind of thing can create a strong man of Ipsilon’s level?

The arrival of Zhang Yi and Huahua also attracted the attention of the funeral master, Deji and others.

Deji was about to collect the Source of God, but when he saw Zhang Yi, he immediately became cautious.

"Lord Chaos, you are a step too late. We found the Source of God first!"

Zhang Yi said calmly, "It's not too late, not at all."

Behind him, a huge shadow stood up like a human, and then turned into a door.

From the door, Jonda led the strangers of the Pudge family into the palace.

They stared at the Source of God on the booth in front of them, and pointed their weapons at Deji and others without hesitation.

Although they have now arrived in Nash Country, they still have to face the threat of the three-eyed tribe.

But no one has forgotten that the Page family and the Achelontai family have a life-and-death hatred.

Qiongda and others naturally could not just watch Deji and others take away such a sacred object.

Deji's face suddenly darkened, and he wanted to be the first to go and grab it.

Zhang Yi raised the White Owl in his hand and said, "I advise you not to act rashly!"

Feeling a terrifying breath of death enveloping his body, Deji froze in place.

Zhang Yi sneered, "When did it become your turn to act on your own here?"

His meaning was very clear. Among all the people here, only he and the Burial Master were qualified to decide the ownership of the Source of God.

The funeral master looked at Zhang Yi calmly.

His eyes were as deep and distant as the mountains and seas, and seemed to contain an endless world.

He slowly raised his hand and bowed like Buddha picking up a flower.

"Lord Chaos, now is not the time for us to fight among ourselves. You have already gained a lot of benefits. Shouldn't you give them to us at Sangjia Temple now?"