Apocalypse: I watch a survival game in a safe house

However, after the light dissipated, the Burial Master still stood steadily in the void, with his hands clasped together, as if unaffected.

Prince Anlit's eyes turned serious.

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

An even greater and more terrifying force began to burst out from every inch of muscle in his body.

Zhang Yi watched helplessly as his body, which was originally only five meters tall, began to rapidly expand in muscles and bones, and soon soared to a height of more than ten meters!

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

It looks very much like the demon in mythology.

And his aura became even more terrifying and ferocious!

"Secret Technique - Nastya Incarnation!"

Nastā is the mother goddess in the mythology of Nash.

Upon seeing this, the undertaker slowly reached into his robes and took out an old wooden box with countless yellow talismans pasted on it.

He chanted 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 aura... why does it feel like a demon crawling out of hell? Isn't Tantric faith sacred? Why does it give people this feeling?"

“Faith may appear bright and just on the surface, but its means may not be.”

Zhang Yi said lightly.

He stared at the old wooden box in the undertaker's hand, and had a vague idea of ​​what it was.

Tantric Buddhism has had the custom of making ritual instruments since ancient times. This custom did not appear out of thin air and must have a reason.

After coming to Tantra, what he saw and heard gradually gave rise to an idea in his mind.

Using human flesh and blood, or something like the so-called soul, a powerful seal can be created.

This seal is not used for anything else, but to restrain beings with supernatural powers.

It is like the eternal gate to the entrance of the devil's kingdom.

By sacrificing the lives of 100,000 creatures, it is possible to resist the prying eyes of Ipsilon-level aliens.

For example, the sea of ​​blood formed by blood.

So at this moment, one can imagine how the magic weapon taken out by the supreme master of the Tantric Buddhism was made.

The more powerful the magic weapon is, the greater the amount of life it consumes.

The undertaker peeled off the last layer of talisman paper and then opened the dark red old wooden box.

The moment the box was opened, Zhang Yi and the others could vaguely hear noisy, shrill wails.

It was as if countless people who had died tragically were howling wildly in their ears.

Zhang Yi's face suddenly turned pale. Even though he was far away, he felt physical discomfort, and even the supernatural powers in his body began to become unstable.

He hurriedly retreated another dozen kilometers before the feeling slowly dissipated.

The same was true for Gao Changkong and Lancelot, no one was better off.

With the help of equipment, they observed the battle there from a distance.

The undertaker reached out and took out a somewhat worn vajra from the wooden box.

Just by looking at it, one can feel a strong aura of death emanating from the vajra.

It’s hard to imagine what would happen if you were hit by it.

As soon as the vajra was taken out, Prince Anlit's expression instantly became solemn.

He attacked without hesitation, condensing a huge vacuum wave with his hands and throwing it fiercely towards the Burial Master!

"Amitabha!"

The funeral host chanted Buddhist mantras and looked up at the sky.

From the distant land, from the Sangga Temple that has stood for thousands of years, and from every ancient Buddhist temple in the land of Tantric Buddhism, bursts of golden wishes of all living beings!

On this day, the flames of war raged on the snowy plateau, and the rebels raised the banner of overthrowing the chieftain's rule.