In the Ice Age, I stockpiled billions of supplies

Chapter 1412

Zhang Yi and Huahua's joint quick attack brought great pressure to the burial master.

His heart was broken at this time, and he couldn't fight peacefully. In addition, Zhang Yi kept disturbing his mind with words, making it even more difficult for him to concentrate.

Soon, he fell into a disadvantage in the battle with Zhang Yi and Huahua.

This feeling made his back cold.

"No, no, no, no!"

"This feeling is too strange. Why do they give me the feeling that they are stronger than before?"

"Chaos is fine, why even this cat with a power index of only 13,000 points has become so strong?"

In the room of the Holy Spirit Hall, the three figures have become phantoms, which are difficult to capture with the naked eye.

Zhang Yi and Huahua surrounded the burial master, like two hurricanes constantly attacking crazily, which finally made the burial master feel a little bit of disobedience.

Because the speed and strength displayed by Huahua are definitely more than 13,000 points!

And Zhang Yi's attack is more fierce than before!

"Finally noticed it?"

Zhang Yi saw the expression of the funeral master and knew that he had found the problem.

Zhang Yi smiled faintly. He had no interest in telling the funeral master the truth.

Only characters in animation works would be bored enough to reveal their abilities to the other party, but he would not.

Just now, Zhang Yi activated his ability.

After his ability index reached 18,000 points, the time power of his left eye was also improved.

The slight improvement seemed not obvious, but Zhang Yi developed an extremely powerful ability.

【Swamp of Time】.

He can affect the flow of time within a radius of 1,000 meters around him.

It is not to make his own speed faster, but to make the designated object's perception of time slower.

This does not affect the material world, but only works on specific objects.

This ability can reduce the opponent's reaction speed by 30%.

It seems that this ability is similar to Zhang Yi's own space acceleration, but in fact, it is far stronger than space acceleration!

Because space acceleration only makes Zhang Yi's own speed faster.

But [Swamp of Time] slows down the designated target.

In other words, as long as they are within the range, except for the Burial Master, whose reaction speed will slow down, the speed of others will remain the same, which means they will be relatively accelerated.

Because of this, his and Huahua's attack speeds are both equivalent to a 30% increase relative to the Burial Master!

The more people there are, the greater the impact of this ability.

Even though the Burial Master has realized that something is wrong, he has already been in a state of confusion and his movements are no longer stable.

Soon, he was beaten back by Zhang Yi and Huahua, with blood all over his body.

Even if it is an immortal golden body, it cannot be truly immortal without the blessing of the Sanga Temple's mind power.

"Cough cough..."

The Burial Master staggered, his feet were covered with blood, he coughed up blood, behind him were the terrifying claw marks left by Huahua, and on his chest were the bullet holes left by Zhang Yi.

After his heart was broken, the Burial Master was like a stray dog. Although he would go crazy because of his rage, he was actually very weak.

He had already lost. Even if he faced Zhang Yi alone, he had no absolute chance of winning, let alone Zhang Yi and Huahua fighting two against one.

Zhang Yi looked at him calmly, without continuing to attack.

He just said, "You lost, Jueguo."

This time, Zhang Yi did not call him the Burial Master, but directly said his name.

The Burial Master raised his head and looked at Zhang Yi with complicated eyes.

When a person suffers too much of a blow in a short period of time, he will temporarily lose his emotions for self-protection.

He stared at Zhang Yi in a daze, saying nothing, perhaps he didn't know what he was doing here.

Why fight?

And why did he lose?

"I hope this failure can teach you a lesson. Sometimes don't be too conceited, and don't think that the Burial Master of the Tantric Sect is invincible."

"Learn to respect your opponent, and this is also respecting yourself."

Zhang Yi retreated cautiously step by step. He raised his hand and collected all the Nash royal family collections scattered in the room, including the source of God.

Then, Zhang Yi took Huahua out of the room.

He didn't kill the Burial Master.

It wasn't because he didn't want to, but killing the Burial Master would cost too much.

If Zhang Yi hadn't been heartbroken, it would have been hard for him to defeat a powerful person with a supernatural power index of 20,000 points.

But if he wanted to take his life, Zhang Yi was unwilling to face the power that the Burial Master would burst out of his survival instinct.

What's more, he had other plans, and he had to face the strong men from Nash Country next.

After arriving in the next room, Zhang YiHe stretched out his right hand and pulled hard at the shadow on the wall.

A man in a black robe walked out of the shadow.

The leader of the rebels, Luo Zhuo, the Snow Mountain Eagle.

Zhang Yi glanced at him and said, "The next thing is up to you. But can you beat him?"

Since Zhang Yi entered the Great Snow Mountain, Luo Zhuo has been hiding in Mu Yan's shadow space.

He and Zhang Yi made an agreement to deal with the Burial Master and Sangjia Temple together.

At that time, he told Zhang Yi a secret about him and the Burial Master.

They are identical twins.

At that time, the Burial Master awakened the instinct of the Heavenly Chanting Poet, but no one knew that Luo Zhuo also had this ability.

It was just that the mother of the herdsmen did not want to lose her two children at the same time, so she only let people take away the eldest son Jueguo.

Luo Zhuo originally planned to keep this matter to himself for the rest of his life.

He did not want to replace Jueguo's position and become a puppet-like Burial Master.

Until the end of the world.

Let him know that he can't hide any longer.

He couldn't watch the simple Jueguo and the four chieftain families enslave the people of the snowy plateau.

Luo Zhuo looked at Zhang Yi and nodded.

"His heart is already in chaos, but my heart is still firm in faith."

"So I will definitely win the final victory!"

Zhang Yi shrugged: "I have done everything I should do as promised, and everything will be left to you to deal with."

"I hope that when we meet again next time, you will seize his godhood."

Zhang Yi patted Luo Zhuo's shoulder and then walked away.

The next step is the brothers' own problems, and Zhang Yi will not intervene.

...

After Zhang Yi left, the funeral master stayed where he was. The whole room was empty, leaving only large patches of white, as pure as heaven, as empty as Jueguo's heart.

In this battle, he lost everything he cherished.

His Buddha heart, his proud power, his beloved woman.

And his dignity.

The funeral master suddenly felt some pain in his chest, so painful that he could hardly breathe.

He looked down and saw a black hole in his chest, right where his heart was.

Black liquid flowed out from it, flowing all the way to the bottom of his feet, gradually forming a large abyss that swallowed him whole.