On the island, everyone is fishing, and I am the only one who has obtained the epic talent

Buzz buzz buzz ~ squeak squeak ~

Colorful array patterns burst out in an instant, and killing arrays filled with various terrifying powers intertwined and overlapped, and attacked violently under the leadership of the Pseudo-God Heavenly Palace.

The entire Pseudo-God Palace seemed to be shaking constantly. The ground, the eaves, and the jade pillars supporting the interior of the hall, the bloody and murderous aura seemed so abrupt, but no one dared to ignore it.

If you are not born great, how insignificant will your death be?

"Gudong~"

A large number of epic ninth-level and lower warriors, led by the commander, swallowed hard. They inevitably took a glance and were almost overwhelmed by the magnificent hall.

The restrictions were so dense that they completely enveloped them while they were looking at each other unconsciously.

They are so regretful now!

According to the difficulty of the previous Pseudo-God Heavenly Palace, the limit for people with their strength is to try their luck on the first level, hone their skills on the second level until the end of the day.

But they never expected that when the teleportation array leading to the third floor lit up, it was as if possessed by a devil. Driven by the greed in their hearts, they stepped onto the teleportation array without hesitation and embarked on this completely path of no return.

Now it's all right, BBQ. As soon as they stepped into the hall, the restrictions that locked them down precisely swept over like a tidal wave. All kinds of restrictions targeting consciousness, body, and toxins were triggered at some point.

"what!"

Desperate and miserable roars were heard, and everyone felt the screams coming from all directions. In an instant, they realized that some people were hit repeatedly and understood the seriousness of the situation.

"A tenth-order formation? Wow, what a grand undertaking!"

Mu Yu was extremely sensitive. With just a little perception, he immediately realized the power of the formation that was almost the same as the True Iron Dragon Confinement Formation. He stretched out his hand to stop Bu Linglong and the other two behind him, indicating that he should handle everything.

Then, under the watchful eyes of Bu Linglong, Yang Yongxin and others, the epic twelfth-level witch's veil actively released skills, and Mu Yu stepped forward to completely block those restrictions against the mental type.

As for the numerous people around him who had lost their minds and would be turned into cannon fodder in an instant, Mu Yu had no choice but to help them within his ability...

After all, when he and Li Qingci and others were at loggerheads before, no one ever stood up and said a word.

"What a trick!"

Yang Yongxin secretly admired in his heart, looking at the many formations and restrictions that were blocked by Mu Yu like a tide in the void.

The complicated and interwoven patterns were enough to make a survivor like him, who focused on body training, feel his scalp tingle at a glance.

In addition, he was good at breaking all laws with one force, and the Pseudo-God Heavenly Palace had never had such an operation before. Yang Yongxin believed without exaggeration:

If I try to break through the level by myself, I will probably die of exhaustion in no time and get lost in this infinite horror.

"Were the previous formations so difficult?"

Mu Yu's mind moved slightly, and he walked slowly forward, asking Bu Linglong and others for specific details and situations.

Bu Linglong had great confidence in Mu Yu's abilities and had been in a carefree state from the beginning. It was obvious that she had learned a lot of secrets from the fortune-teller:

"Grandpa said this might be the last time the Pseudo-God Heavenly Palace appears. After all, it's been exactly half a reincarnation, or sixty years, since the last time the Pseudo-God Heavenly Palace spirit appeared.

According to the 120-year complete reincarnation cycle, if we uncover the secrets and take away the remains of the Heavenly Palace's owner, the value of this false Heavenly Palace will naturally plummet."

"It has lost its appeal to powerful beings like them, those at the Demigod level and above. At best, it can only be used as a training ground for inspiring epic-level geniuses."

"Calculation?"

Mu Yu nodded, knowing that the fortune teller was probably using his own skills to expand the information, but could the theory of reincarnation every 120 years also work on the survivors?

The answer is obviously yes. It is normal for the information received by the local residents to conflict with Mu Yu's inherent cognition.

Since Mu Yu has no way of knowing the abnormality of the fortune teller, it is not too much to believe it rather than not, right?

Anyway, I have indeed seen the so-called weapon spirit... Indeed, there are many strange and suspicious things...

"It's mainly a matter of retaining strength."

Yang Yongxin followed up Bu Linglong's words and explained in the same way:

"Do you remember the power that was extracted when you ascended the Starry Sky Stage?"

"I had some doubts at the time. I didn't expect that the extracted power would be used to specifically hunt down strong people at this time. Look!"

Following Yang Yongxin's finger, the latter continued to add methodically:

"The bodies of all the epic-level warriors who died turned into blood and then disappeared into thin air. If it wasn't absorbed by the hall, who else could it be?"

Yang Yongxin's eyes were blazing, and when everyone was mentally prepared, he made his perverted guess:

"There's no doubt that the main hall of the False God Heavenly Palace is treating us as sacrifices, unscrupulously absorbing and devouring our corpses to replenish its strength and maintain the operation of this behemoth."

The concise explanation resolved many of Mu Yu's doubts and gave him a deeper understanding of what the spirit of the weapon had said before.

As the problem was analyzed point by point and presented more concisely before everyone, after losing a full one-third of the strong men, everyone escaped from the restriction of the nesting dolls and came into the hall.

"What a great handwriting!"

Everyone looked up and looked around at this most exaggerated and imposing building they had ever seen.

The magnificent decoration, the breathtaking craftsmanship, and the countless holy elements and rare fruits used for decoration...

The materials used to support lighting and maintain breath alone are enough to cultivate countless epic-level powerhouses.

"What kind of existence is the master of this false god palace?"

Yang Yongxin was amazed, but the Blood Beast Ancestor next to him said nothing and looked extremely confused.

He subconsciously pondered, after all, as a demigod-level expert who had seen the world, he didn't feel that this Pseudo-God Heavenly Palace was any different from those buildings on the Holy Demon Continent...

It was just that vague and indescribable strange feeling that made him more cautious. He approached Mu Yu and whispered in his ear:

"Boy, something's not right. I feel like this guy's style of doing things is somewhat similar to that of the old man "Soulless", who is the enemy of the Holy Emperor.

You didn't use the item that the so-called spirit gave you just now, did you? "

Mu Yu frowned, knowing that given the Blood Beast Ancestor's extremely cautious style, it was certainly impossible for his words to be aimless or groundless.

He did not take out the two props immediately to provoke others, but pulled Bu Linglong and others back a few steps as if nothing had happened, and asked in a low voice:

"Is there anything unusual?"

The Blood Beast Ancestor stared at the three Buddha statues in the center, each with a different expression but all wearing a strange smile, and cursed:

"More than that!"