Apocalypse: I watch a survival game in a safe house

"By the way, do you know how many men she had before you?"

The undertaker's heart was becoming more and more broken, his body was shaking and he was somewhat unstable.

This is not a physical problem, but a manifestation of a severe mental blow.

Although he was trapped in Tantra throughout his life, he had a smooth journey.

As the spiritual leader of Tantric Buddhism, no one had ever humiliated him like this.

Therefore, today was the greatest humiliation he had ever suffered in his life, and he simply could not accept it for a while.

The undertaker closed his eyes in pain. When he opened his eyes, Zhang Yi saw such pure murderous intent in his eyes for the first time!

He understood that the undertaker was going to kill him.

Only by killing him can the matter of Liu Ruyan be kept secret from anyone else.

It is even possible that everyone present today will be killed by the Undertaker!

"Want to kill me?"

Zhang Yi raised the corner of his mouth with a sneer: "Can you kill him?"

Not to mention the Undertaker who has lost his mind now, even if he was in his prime, he would not be able to break Zhang Yi's defense.

The undertaker raised his hands and looked towards the sky as if on a pilgrimage.

The next moment, a ray of golden light fell from the distant sky and landed on him.

That was the power of faith in Sangga Temple. He was bathed in golden light, and the injuries on his body were healing rapidly.

But this time, the power of faith seemed to have weakened a little, and gradually became imperceptible.

The funeral master's pupils shrank suddenly, "How... could this be?"

Zhang Yi was overjoyed.

"Sure enough, my plan was successful!"

A funeral master whose heart is completely occupied by lust, murderous intent, hatred and other emotions is no longer worthy of being the leader of Tantric Buddhism.

Because he subverted the beliefs of Tantric Buddhism, he naturally could not receive the blessing of Sangga Monastery.

Zhang Yi's attacks continued to shoot towards the Burial Master. The Burial Master came to his senses, gritted his teeth, and his eyes were full of murderous intent.

"It doesn't matter. I'll kill you first, then destroy the tribes beneath the Demonic Abyss. I'll regain the blessing of Tantra!"

The Burial Master was surrounded by golden light at this time, but his eyebrows were raised and he was filled with murderous intent.

How can this be considered Buddha? Rather, it feels like madness!

"Six Consciousness Method!"

He raised his right hand in front of his chest and spoke slowly.

The next moment, a surging force like a raging storm burst out from his body!

No matter what, he is also a Black Chariot-level mutant.

Although he lost his Buddha nature and turned into a demon, his fighting ability is still strong!

Zhang Yi narrowed his eyes, knowing that real trouble was coming.

The only good news is that after losing the blessing of Tantric power, he is no longer immortal.

"Shh!"

The golden light was dazzling and it appeared in front of Zhang Yi in an instant.

Facing the dimensional gate that was like a polyhedron blocking Zhang Yi's Liuhe direction, he punched out fiercely, and this punch was filled with his pure murderous intent!

Zhang Yi had no choice but to put Liu Ruyan into the shadow space.

Although Liu Ruyan can influence the Burial Master, it will also prevent him from fighting wholeheartedly.

"boom!!!!"

The powerful force penetrated into the other-dimensional space.

The small world constructed by the alien's ability has very weak spatial barriers.

When the Burial Master threw this punch, powerful force instantly filled the entire space.

"Crack!"

Zhang Yi's dimensional door actually showed signs of breaking.

Although this is just one of the three thousand dimensional doors, its shattering shows the terrifying attack power of the Burial Lord!

Zhang Yi frowned and quickly flew into the air.

He was suspended in mid-air, holding the white owl in both hands and pointing it at the Undertaker.

"Stars Fall!"

Both guns fired at the same time, and countless void bullets covered the earth like falling stars, completely blocking all directions of the Burial Master.

The Undertaker looked up at the sky, raised his fist, and punched into the air again and again in a simple and unpretentious manner.

The power of the void was annihilated by the golden power.

In a pure battle of strength, the Burial Master still holds a considerable advantage. After all, the 2000-point lead in the supernatural power index is not just talk.