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

Damn ~ruthless~

As soon as Mu Yu finished speaking, Yang Yongxin beside him swallowed in disbelief, obviously unable to judge the truth of his words.

Even though he had just officially formed an alliance with Mu Yu, he could feel from the way he released the body of the Five Heavens Thunder Lord and launched a series of powerful attacks that this guy really did not consider any "worries" at all when he took action.

No matter whether you have a background or not, no matter whether you are a crappy genius in the Sky Wrath Sea, I have already killed a genius of the same level, so what are you afraid of?

Mu Yu's sinister gaze lingered on Ji Ruxue and her group, and continued to exert pressure:

"Don't use that damn Yaochi Alliance behind you to pressure me. The countdown to the Pseudo-God Heavenly Palace is still a few hours away. Do you think I will let you survive until then?"

"Old Ancestor agrees with your idea. Killing one person is killing, killing a group is killing. It's better to just go all the way in the dark and leave no one alive."

The Blood Beast Ancestor is indeed a veteran in this area. The moment Mu Yu opened his mouth, he knew that this guy was determined to blackmail him, so he immediately cooperated with the acting.

"Then the decision before you is very simple and clear."

Mu Yu spoke concisely. Seeing Ji Ruxue and the others' hesitation, he seemed to have figured out their psychology and directly suggested:

"Either you spend your money to avoid disaster and leave behind all your valuable items, holy fruits, and holy essences, or I will kill you and take your things away.

Anyway, there is more than one outcome. It's up to you to decide how to choose.

After Mu Yu finished saying this, he looked at Ji Ruxue, the leader of the survivors, with a half-smile. He knew that if he didn't kill all these disloyal guys now, there would be endless troubles.

However, he had already offended a behemoth like the Qinglian League, and there were more than just a few demigod-level enemies. If they killed a force like the Yaochi League to the point where it had no room for maneuver, he didn't know whether the fortune-teller could withstand it.

Unless it is absolutely necessary, Mu Yu does not want to use those trump cards that consume his life or become less and less with each use.

Otherwise, if you want to rely on the power of the upper level when you encounter a crisis, how can you truly become a strong person in the epic level and break through the strength limit of the demigod level?

"Okay, okay, I'll be cruel to you!"

After weighing the pros and cons, and seeing Mu Yu's side surrounding but not killing them, Ji Ruxue knew that if the other side went all out, the remaining survivors would probably lose all desire to fight and would not be their match at all.

Instead of surrendering after suffering humiliation, it is better to save each other's face. At least you don't have to end up like that dead guy Li Qingci, with his head and body separated and unable to even speak.

Without holding back, Ji Ruxue gave away almost all of her props, except for those that she couldn't get rid of.

With Ji Ruxue taking the lead, the other strong men looked at each other and nodded in agreement to follow. After all, even the strongest Ji Ruxue had surrendered, so could their heads really be even more stubborn?

"He who knows the current situation is a hero, Ji Ruxue-sang!"

Satisfiedly putting the items into his backpack, Mu Yu temporarily put aside the idea of ​​carefully examining them and looked seriously at the Blood Beast Ancestor:

"Don't accuse me of bullying the elderly. These are just my belongings, how could I let you take them?

Sin, sin! "

Automatically ignoring the resentful look of the Blood Beast Ancestor, Mu Yu's heart was slightly shaken. Amidst countless fears in secret, he suddenly looked towards the place where the three Buddha statues were buried as if he had sensed something.

The broken limbs and arms of the Eight-armed Avalokitesvara, the tattered flesh of the withered Buddha, the bloody scent of the mutilated Arhat, along with the slow fusion of the three broken lotus seats in the center, an extremely familiar throne phantom emerged unnoticed.

"Hey~"

With a long and helpless sigh, the spirit of the weapon appeared on the throne and looked at the less than one in ten survivors in the field.

"It's pretty much the same as Master's guess. There really is something fishy this time."

“Master Qiling, I wonder what the purpose of these three Buddhas and the indiscriminate slaughter is?

Or is it that this series of operations are inseparable from you?"

Ji Ruxue looked at the familiar figure, bowed slightly, and then finally asked the questions that everyone wanted to know.

The spirit of the weapon sighed and stood up from the throne. Its figure was still so ethereal, but as it swayed, it took two steps at a time and walked in front of everyone without anyone noticing.

Mu Yu was very sure that if this spirit had murderous intentions towards everyone, it would probably kill everyone present without leaving a single one alive in a short while; but if that was the case, why would it go to such great lengths to hunt down so many survivors?

"It's not me, everything is the choice of the Pseudo-God Heavenly Palace."

The spirit of the weapon didn't shy away from the question and gave a concise and extremely ambiguous answer:

"In order to select the true master of the Pseudo-God Heavenly Palace, all of this was calculated by the previous master."

"Risks and opportunities coexist. This is a premise that everyone is well aware of. Those over 300 epic-level experts who died were simply the product of the survival of the fittest."

"As for you, perhaps you are now qualified to compete for the position of Lord of the Pseudo-God Heavenly Palace."

After the weapon spirit said this, the aura of a second-level demigod was undoubtedly revealed.

It stayed there quietly for a moment. When everyone was still surprised and confused, it waved its right hand, and the three Buddha statues merged into one, forming the phantom that the Blood Beast Ancestor was very familiar with.

The old man was dressed in a blood-red robe, and although his hair and beard were all white, he didn't look like an immortal at all. On the contrary, as he stared at everyone, he brought an extremely gloomy and oppressive feeling.

"Is it you? Or him?"

The six words seemed to be squeezed out from the middle of the throat. The creaking sound made everyone's eardrums vibrate, as if their heads were about to explode.

It is no exaggeration to say that Mu Yu and the others even felt that the temperature around them had dropped a lot. The Blood Beast Ancestor was so frightened that he dared not show his head. He just shrank behind Mu Yu and said fearfully:

"Damn it! This old man is completely stunned. This old Dong...ah, this guy is actually a well-known strong man who was once affiliated with the enemy forces of the Holy Emperor - the old monster Ku Rong."

"With the strength of a sixth-level demigod, he dominates several seas and is so famous. No wonder he possesses a second-level demigod spirit. Compared to his own strength, it is indeed reasonable."

As the Blood Beast Ancestor explained, he observed the changes in the shadow and the weapon spirit. After finding nothing unusual, he continued to mutter:

"He excelled at various negative skills and powers, including Blood River, Devouring, and Decay. It's said that he later offended someone while striving for the sixth level of Demigod and perished. Unexpectedly, he left behind this Pseudo-God Palace in the Skywrath Sea."

"Hey, kid, you're going to suffer..."

Mu Yu: “Huh???”