ALL NOVEL Chapter 1442 True Burial Master
After absorbing the huge sacrificial spirit of the Nash Kingdom, Prince Anlit was 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.
But his eyes remained indifferent, without any expression.
He felt that he was no longer a creature from the previous dimension.
He can control the life and death of everyone, he is, God!
With a light tap of his fingertips, vacuum waves were continuously released towards Zhang Yi and others.
Zhang Yi retreated again and again, still waiting for a chance to turn the tables. To be more precise, he was waiting for the opportunity predicted by Tantric Buddhism for thousands of years to appear.
But if the situation goes wrong, he will definitely flee from this place as soon as possible.
However, Gao Changkong, Lancelot and others had a more miserable time dealing with it.
Prince Anlit, whose ability index was more than 10,000 points higher than theirs, made them as miserable as ants with just a slight move.
A vacuum wave came to Lancelot, then instantly expanded, almost covering the entire sky above his head, and then exploded like the sun!
Lancelot tried his best, and he burned madly with the black flames of hell!
He sang the hymn of the Hell Knight and wielded the sword in his hand like a devil from hell!
Gao Changkong on the other side was not much better.
The Heavenly Dance Wheel was spinning behind him, and in the desperate situation, he actually developed a new World-Destroying Dance using the [Seal of World-Destroying]!
"I will only do this dance once in my life. Please remember it for me!"
He muttered to himself, and then his body began to fly into the air and began to dance in an extremely gorgeous manner.
As he danced, white holy light emerged around his body, counteracting Prince Anlit's vacuum wave.
"boom!!!"
The powerful force swept across the world.
Zhang Yi flew backwards for more than ten kilometers, and the dimensional gates were shattered one after another.
Gao Changkong and Lancelot were shot down from the sky and fell into the bottomless abyss of Nash Country, suffering serious injuries.
The gap in strength is too huge, and there is no way to resist even a casual attack from Prince Anlit!
Zhang Yi's gaze wandered through the layers of abyss cities in Nash Country.
"Did Luo Zhuo fail? If so, I can only run away."
Prince Anlit felt neither happy nor sad. The severe injuries to Gao Changkong and Lancelot seemed to be just a trivial matter in his eyes, just like swatting away two noisy flies in the house.
However, when he saw Zhang Yi who was intact, he still frowned slightly.
"You seem to be good at defense, so how about this move?"
He raised his finger and pointed it at Zhang Yi. A powerful energy began to condense, ready to be released at any time.
Zhang Yi instantly felt an extremely terrifying aura locking onto him.
He felt a chill on his back. With his strength, he had no chance of defeating the guy in front of him.
So, run away!
Just when Zhang Yi was about to give up everything and leave this place, a familiar breath suddenly rose from below.
Thousands of golden rays of light shot out from the slowly collapsing Holy Spirit Temple, and the dazzling light immediately attracted Prince Anlit's attention.
For some reason, he felt an uncomfortable aura.
The broken Holy Spirit Temple looked like an eggshell that had been pecked open.
A moment later, Zhang Yi and his companions saw a figure shrouded in Buddha's light slowly rising from the Holy Spirit Hall.
It was a young figure with long hair and wearing a bright red robe. He had his hands clasped together and looked solemn.
Zhang Yi murmured, "Is he Jueguo, or Luo Zhuo?"
Just when he was wondering, the man looked over here and smiled at him faintly.
Zhang Yi understood immediately.
He is neither Jueguo nor Luozhuo.
He is the master of funerals, a true Tantric master of funerals.
The twins are originally of one mind and one body. They are both the reincarnations of the Lord of the Charnel Ground. Only when the two become one, can they truly achieve perfection and become the patron saints of Tantric Buddhism.
He exudes a sacred aura, in stark contrast to the murderous Prince Anlit.
That kind of power is strong and vast, yet it makes people feel awe from the bottom of their hearts.
Gao Changkong and Lancelot were seriously injured. The Undertaker bought a chance for them to survive and asked them to stop and take medicine to heal their wounds.
"Is this... the master of the Tantric sect?"
"I knew that if he dared to attack the Demon Country, it would definitely not be that simple!"
"But can he beat that guy? He's a bishop-level alien!"
Zhang Yi also had such doubts in his mind, but at the moment, he had no better way than to trust the master of the funeral.
Prince Anlit stared at the monk who suddenly appeared in front of him, his eyes gradually changed from empty and boring to hot.
"Finally I met an interesting opponent! Just let me try and see how strong I am now!"
He clenched his right fist, a powerful energy gathered on his fist, and then he slammed it towards the undertaker!
The powerful vacuum wave reached the Undertaker in an instant, and then, like ten thousand suns exploding at the same time, the dazzling white light caused everyone to suffer temporary blindness!
"Anti-glare mode activated."
The Qianlong Armor blocked the strong light for Zhang Yi, allowing him to see the surrounding objects clearly, but he still felt that the light was too dazzling and difficult to look directly at.
However, after the light dissipated, the Undertaker was still standing steadily in the void, with his hands clasped together, seemingly unaffected by anything.
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 muscles and bones, which were originally only five meters tall, began to expand rapidly, and soon soared to a height of more than ten meters!
His appearance changed. His head was covered with red horns and his skin turned red.
It looks very much like the demon in mythology.
And his aura became even more terrifying and ferocious!
"Secret - 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 was chanting 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 belief in Tantra sacred? Why does it give people such a feeling?"