In the end of the ice age, I hoarded tens of billions of supplies

The five people stood in front of the gate of the Demon Kingdom, relatively speechless.

It was the tall man in black who spoke first.

"It seems that you are all here for this thing."

He said and glanced at the huge entrance door to the Demon Kingdom.

The stranger with golden wings was angry and snorted: "This is a treasure that belongs to the snowy plateau. Who are you, and dare to get your hands on it?"

The dispenser clasped his hands together and glanced at everyone present.

"Everyone, I don't know where you got the news from. But you shouldn't come to this place if you can't get the blessing of gods and Buddhas."

His tone was gentle, but there was an undeniable power in it.

Hearty laughter came from the tall stranger's mouth.

"Hahaha! It doesn't matter what you said about this matter. According to you, the treasure should belong to that... capable person."

"When did Tantra have the right to take the treasures of ancient people as their own?"

The man in golden clothes raised his sword upside down, smiled softly, and said nothing, but he also made his attitude clear.

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

The current situation made him feel a little bit of pressure.

Five Ypsilon-level powerhouses appeared in the southwest region at the same time. The combined force of such a force is enough to bulldoze any medium-sized country in the world.

But, who are they?

Zhang Yi thought secretly in his heart, comparing these people with the Ypsilon he knew.

Unfortunately, they all use intelligent system voice-changing devices and their accents cannot be distinguished.

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

"Are you really not leaving?"

The tall stranger shrugged and sneered: "Why should we leave? These ancient ruins do not belong to your Tantric Sect!"

The Golden Winged Stranger said angrily: "Nonsense, this is the ruins 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 Stranger and the Distributor, who were originally at war with each other, stood on the same side without hesitation.

He pointed at the huge door. An ancient sense of heaviness and a strong sense of death came over the door.

I don’t know how many people’s blood King Gesar used the secret method of Tantra to pour on this gate when he first built it.

Zhang Yi had witnessed with his own eyes the process of making magic weapons in Tantric Buddhism.

The level of bloodiness makes people gasp.

The man in golden clothes finally spoke at this time.

He pointed to the door, "You can take away the door. But the things behind the door must be left behind."

It seems that the situation is no longer negotiated.

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

Suddenly, a surging power burst out from his body!

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

This power cannot be seen by others, but Zhang Yi and the others can see it clearly.

This made Zhang Yi stunned. He thought of the legendary power of incense, but it was just something in myths and legends, and no one took it seriously.

However, the power that the radiant received at this time clearly came from the blessing of Sangjia Temple.

No, strictly speaking, it is the blessing of faith from Tantric believers on the entire snow-covered plateau!

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

Zhang Yi's world view was shaken.

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

The power within the emanating person continues to grow stronger.

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

If not, how could it be blessed by the entire Tantric sect?

His aura is getting stronger and stronger, so powerful that even Zhang Yi feels a little troublesome.

"At least, he has a power index of 20000 points! But at the beginning, the feeling he gave me was only 15000 points at most. Is this the power of Tantra?"

Zhang Yi said secretly in his heart.

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

Even if you face an alien with a power index that is 2000 points higher than yours, you can still escape unharmed if you can't defeat him.

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

He does have such capital. On the snowy plateau, with the blessing of Tantric Buddhism, he can exert a 20000-point black tank-level strength!

Seeing that the funeral director 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's sword appeared in his hand.

The tall stranger struck the shield with his long sword and laughed loudly: "Come on, come on, let me see how powerful the burial master of the Tantric Sect is!"

As expected, the burial master immediately chose to attack the tall stranger.

His body was wrapped in superpowers that were so rich that they were almost substantial. Like a real god or Buddha, he struck out with a palm packed with terrifying power, hitting the tall stranger!

In an instant, this valley, which was only a few thousand square meters, was filled with golden light, like a tsunami in the golden ocean!

The tall stranger laughed loudly. Faced with the attack of the Burial Master's power, which was as surging as the ocean, he held up the one-handed shield with his left hand.

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

But the fierce impact still made the tall stranger's footsteps retreat slightly.

The burial master flew over, his eyes full of compassion. He had the heart of a Bodhisattva and used thunderous methods!

The most terrifying thing is that his attack is not just on the tall stranger, but on Zhang Yi and the golden armor stranger at the same time!

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

A sneer appeared on the corner of Zhang Yi's mouth.

Even though they have the strength of a black chariot, the Burial Masters are underestimating them with one against three.

Others Zhang Yi didn't know, but Gao Da Yiren's strength was definitely not below 16000 points.

But at this time, Zhang Yi didn't want to reveal his identity.

He took out a long knife made of Adamantium metal, and the power of the black void ignited around him with a "Soar!" sound, and he was like a dark knight walking out of hell.

Zhang Yi slashed down hard against the golden wave in front of him.

The golden-armored stranger on the other side also raised the golden holy sword and faced the enemy together.

Under the joint attack of the three people, the Buddha's palm of the burial master actually cracked with a "click" sound.

The burial master's expression changed slightly. He did not expect that the strength of these three people was so strong.

The golden-winged stranger not far away saw this, and after a little hesitation, he still stood beside the burial master.

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

"Peng!" With a sound, the golden wings in the sky were like sharp swords, shooting towards the tall stranger on the far left.