Goddess, she's gone

Chapter 592 Bai Er: It's time for me to show my skills!

Lu Qiongdas looked up and down at the two guys who were thrown on the ground, and there was a faint brilliance in his emerald green eyes.

He squatted down slowly, grabbed his apprentice's collar slowly, and said with a half-smile: "Pretending to be a ghost is indeed what the human race is best at."

"Do you know that there is a true god in this world?"

"If you call yourself a god without authorization, aren't you afraid of being punished by the real god?"

The two on the ground didn't dare to say a word, they just squatted on the ground peacefully, holding their heads in their hands.

From time to time, he raised his head to observe Ying Muzhi's face, for fear that the other party would cause any harm to them.

With one hand behind his back, Ying Muzhi's eyes seemed to be light-colored like glass, and his emotions faded to almost nothingness.

Bai Er's face was cold, and he also squatted down.

His methods are simple and crude.

He directly grabbed one of them by the neck and pulled the other person up.

"Tell me, what the hell are you doing?"

"What happened on this island, and the Kaleccini, are you messing with that ship?"

The arrested apprentice pursed his lips tightly. He was about to shut up if he was beaten to death, but after subconsciously looking at Ying Mu who was standing next to him, he trembled all over.

Even the muscles trembled with spasms.

"I...we..."

The disciple secretly looked at the master's face.

"I, I always obey my master's orders..."

The disciple's voice was humble and cowardly.

Feeling of fear is almost completely overflowing.

"Then you come here and say it."

Bai Er stood up straight and waved his hands casually.

After coming here, he has been doing such crap things as interrogating prisoners all day long.

No sense of achievement at all.

"Then tell me what you know."

Bai Er spoke lightly.

His tone was icy cold, his voice seemed to have passed through the sharp frost of winter, extremely cold and indifferent.

The apprentice was afraid that he would face Ying Muzhi's terrifying and brutal methods like last night.

Seeing his master keeping his head down and not speaking, the apprentice said slowly, "I am only responsible for implementing a very small part of the master's grand plan."

"The big plan is the so-called immortality?"

Yin Mang interrupted casually.

"Yes."

There was bitterness and sorrow in the apprentice's voice: "My name is Wu Ya, and I have cultivated for 300 years before I barely reached the gold realm."

Back then, the world of comprehension was still thriving.

A casual cultivator in the golden core realm, no matter where he is, is just a small shrimp that no one pays attention to.

"The spiritual energy was exhausted, and the cultivation base of the powerful people plummeted, and some even turned into ashes. On the contrary, the unknown people like us, who can't get up and down, survived."

Apprentice: "It was a coincidence that I entered this island that year."

The spiritual energy dissipated, and the monks fled in all directions.

There are monks looking for a gathering place of spiritual energy everywhere.

When Wu Ya entered this island, it was no different from the process of a headless fly flying around, or a blind cat encountering a dead mouse.

After going to the island, he realized how strange this island was belatedly.

At that time, he could barely maintain his Golden Core state. Even so, with his ability, he was almost trapped to death on this island.

"It was Master who saved me."

The apprentice said in a low voice: "Master told me that the fog on the island is weird and has the ability to create illusions."

"Moreover, the illusion they created is not purely false, but something between reality and illusion."

(End of this chapter)