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Zhang Yi and Huahua's joint fast attack brought huge pressure to the Underlord.

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

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

This feeling sent a chill down his spine.

"No, no, no, no!"

"This feeling is so weird. Why do they make me feel stronger than before?"

"Forget about chaos, why has this cat with a so-called superpower index of only 13000 points become so powerful?"

In the room of the Holy Spirit Temple, the three figures have become phantoms and are difficult to catch with the naked eye.

Zhang Yi and Huahua surrounded the master of the funeral, like two hurricanes constantly attacking him frantically, which finally made the master of the funeral feel a little bit uncomfortable.

Because the speed and strength displayed by Huahua are definitely more than 13000 points!

And Zhang Yi's attack was even more ferocious than before!

"Did you finally notice it?"

When Zhang Yi saw the undertaker's expression, he knew that he had discovered the problem.

Zhang Yi smiled faintly. He had no interest in telling the burial owner the truth.

Only characters in anime would be bored enough to reveal their abilities to others, but he wouldn't.

Just now, Zhang Yi activated his ability.

After his ability index reached 18000 points, the time power of his left eye was also improved.

The weak improvement may not seem obvious, but Zhang Yi has developed an extremely powerful ability.

[Swamp of Time].

He can affect the flow of time within a radius of 1000 meters around him.

It's not about speeding up yourself, but about slowing down the designated object's perception of time.

This does not affect the physical 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 of the acceleration of space, it only made Zhang Yi's own speed increase.

However, [Swamp of Time] is used to slow 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 unchanged, that is, they will be relatively accelerated.

Because of this, his and Huahua's attack speed is equivalent to a 30% increase compared to the Burial Master!

The greater the number of people, the greater the impact of this ability.

Even though the Undertaker had realized that something was wrong, his mind was already in a state of confusion, and his movements were no longer stable.

Soon, he was beaten backwards by Zhang Yi and Huahua, and he was covered in blood.

Even if it is an indestructible golden body, without the blessing of the power of thought of Sangjia Temple, it cannot be truly immortal.

"Cough cough..."

The burial owner staggered, his feet were covered with blood, and he coughed up blood. Behind him were the horrific claw marks left by Huahua, and on his chest were the bullet holes left by Zhang Yi.

After his Buddha's heart was broken, the undertaker was like a dog that had lost its home. Even though he might become mad because of his rage, he was actually very weak.

He has been defeated. Even if he faces Zhang Yi alone, he has no absolute chance of winning, let alone Zhang Yi and Huahua at this time.

Zhang Yi looked at him calmly without making any further attacking moves.

He just said: "You lost, Jueguo."

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

The burial master raised his head and looked at Zhang Yi with complicated eyes.

People have suffered too severe a blow in a short period of time and will temporarily lose their emotions in order to protect themselves.

He stared at Zhang Yi blankly without saying anything. 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. Don't be too conceited sometimes, let alone think that the burial master of the tantric sect is invincible."

"Learn to respect your opponent, and that's 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.

Afterwards, Zhang Yi took Huahua and left the room.

He did not kill the undertaker.

It's not because he doesn't want to, but because killing the burial master requires paying too much price.

A strong man with a power index of 20000 points. If his heart was not broken, it would be difficult for Zhang Yi to win him so easily.

But if he wanted to take his life, Zhang Yi was not willing to face the power that the Burial Master would unleash out of his survival instinct.

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

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

A man in black robes stepped out from the shadows.

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

Zhang Yi glanced at him: "The rest will be left to you. But, can you beat him?"

Ever 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 owner and Sangjia Temple together.

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

The two of them are identical twins.

When the Burial Master awakened the instinct of the Tiansong Poet, no one knew that Luo Zhuo also had this ability.

However, the mother of the herdsmen did not want to lose both of her children at the same time, so she only let her eldest son Jueguo be taken away.

Luo Zhuo originally planned to bury this matter in his stomach for the rest of his life.

He did not want to replace Jue Guo's position and become a puppet-like burial master.

Until the end of time.

Let him know that he can't hide anymore.

It was even more impossible for him to watch the simple Jue Guo join the four chieftain families to enslave the people of the snow-covered plateau.

Luo Zhuo looked at Zhang Yi and nodded.

"His heart was in turmoil, but mine remained firm in its faith."

“So I will definitely win in the end!”

Zhang Yi shrugged: "I have done everything I should do as promised, and I will leave everything to you to handle."

"I hope that the next time we meet, you will take away his godhead."

Zhang Yi patted Luo Zhuo on the shoulder and walked away.

What follows is the brothers’ own problem, and Zhang Yi will not interfere.

……

After Zhang Yi left, the burial owner stayed where he was. The entire room was empty, leaving only large tracts of white, as pure as heaven and as empty as Jueguo's heart.

In this battle, he lost everything he cherished.

His Buddha's heart, the strength he was proud of, and his beloved woman.

Also, his dignity.

The burial 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 at the location of his heart.

A black liquid flowed out from it, flowing all the way to the soles of his feet, gradually forming a huge abyss that swallowed him whole.