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“Faith can appear bright and just on the surface, but the 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 would not appear out of thin air and there must be a reason for it.

After coming to Tantra, what he saw and heard slowly 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 any other purpose, but to restrain beings with supernatural powers.

It is like the eternal gate to the entrance to 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 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. Even his supernatural powers 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 having an easy time.

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 Undertaker!

"Amitabha!"

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

From the distant land, from the Sangga Monastery 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 burst out!

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

The sky was lit up with cyan-gold Buddha light, spanning the entire land of Tantric Buddhism!

In the ancient temples, the prayer towers start to spin madly by themselves without anyone pushing them.

The power of vows accumulated over thousands of years crossed over tens of thousands of meters of land and all gathered on the master of the funeral in this instant!

He was shrouded in holy light and looked as sacred as a Buddha.

Facing Prince Anlit's attack, he raised his hand and pushed out a palm, and the surging power immediately wiped it out completely!

The master of the funeral raised the demon-subduing pestle in his hand, looked at Prince Anlit with a furious look like a Vajra, and rushed towards him to kill him!

Two powerful forces collided in mid-air, and the storm they caused directly destroyed most of the Holy Spirit Temple.

The powerful pressure from the two of them could be felt within a radius of dozens of kilometers.

Even Zhang Yi and the other two were completely unwilling to get close at this time.

Because this is no longer a battle they can participate in.

The power of Prince Anlit and the thousand-year-old Tantric vows condensed by the Lord of the Underworld can easily destroy them.

Zhang Yi took a deep breath and then retreated another twenty kilometers.

He stayed because when the two of them were exhausted, he could help out and finish them off.

Lancelot and Gao Changkong were in a much worse condition than him, and each of them was seriously injured.

Fortunately, they let their men leave in advance, so those people did not die.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhang Yi originally had the chance to try to kill Lancelot.

But after thinking it over carefully, he gave up the plan.

Firstly, the outcome of the battle between the Undertaker and Prince Anlit is still undecided, and perhaps the strength of these two people will be needed.

Secondly, and most importantly, these two people are wary of him.

If Zhang Yi took action against anyone at this time, the other person would have to bear the consequence of being killed by Zhang Yi afterwards.

So they will temporarily form a united front.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yi said to Lancelot: "The guy named Bosi in your group has a connection with me, so I will accept him in the future."

Upon hearing this, Lancelot gnashed his teeth in anger, and the blood from the corner of his mouth slowly dripped down.

"Chaos! Don't you have any gentlemanly spirit? You promised me that you would return Boss to me after this matter was over!"

Zhang Yi said calmly: "Who told you I'm a gentleman? Most of the time, I'm a gangster."

Lancelot was so angry that his body was shaking violently, and he wished he could go and fight Zhang Yi to the death immediately.

But considering that he was badly injured, he would only be bringing shame upon himself if he went there.

His eyes gradually became gloomy.

"Do you know who Bowes is? If you touch him, the entire Britannia Empire will not let you go!"

Hearing Lancelot's threat, Zhang Yi laughed disdainfully and said, "Then do you know who I am?"

He raised his thumb and pointed at himself, "I am the patron saint of the Jiangnan region of Huaxu Country! Your Britannia name won't work with me!"

Lancelot stared at Zhang Yi, but at this moment he could only swallow his anger.

"Okay, let's not waste the next bit of time."

Zhang Yi looked at the huge Nash Kingdom below and said calmly: "It's a fight to the death. Then the Nash Kingdom should be destroyed today!"

The talents of this race are too strong. Any spark left behind may threaten the existence of mankind in the future.

After all, the hatred of losing one's country and exterminating one's race is deep-rooted.

Today, this place must be completely destroyed, leaving no one behind!

With the Undertaker holding back Prince Anlit, there is now no one in the entire Nash Kingdom who can restrain Zhang Yi and the other three.

Zhang Yi took the lead. "Each of you divide up a part of the area and start to slaughter the three-eyed people! How much you can gain depends on your own ability!"

Although he said this, he did not take any action himself.

He just needs to be in the sky.

Therefore, he asked Huahua to take Liang Yue, Uncle You, Fatty Xu and others, as well as Qiongda and other private soldiers of the Pudge family, to start a sweep in the Nash country.

Lancelot and Gao Changkong looked at each other. There was nothing else they could do at the moment except this matter.

Although they had gained a lot from their trip to the Demon Kingdom, they were still a little disappointed that they had not obtained the Spirit of Sacrifice.

However, if we can obtain some historical information about the Three-Eyed Tribe, it would be of research value.

Both sides brought their men and began to sweep the Nash country.

The biggest principle is - leave no one alive from the Three-Eyed Tribe!