Infinite true path

The huge judge's pen suddenly appeared, followed by an extremely strange aura.

This aura cannot be created by any immortal method, and can only be contaminated by things related to reincarnation. It is the aura of destiny that belongs exclusively to the avenue of reincarnation!

Although compared to reincarnation itself, this judge pen is still far behind, so the breath of fate judgment on it is very light. However, this extremely weak aura of destiny can still instantly bring an invisible pressure to all the monks present, and even Huan Yin cannot stay away.

The reason is simple. After all, everyone present, whether it is the troops brought by Huan Yin or the monks of the Eleventh Hall, are originally subordinate to the hell realm and should be punished in the eighteen levels of hell according to the will of reincarnation. Now that they have escaped, they have violated the will of reincarnation, and the aura of fate's judgment will naturally make them feel as if they are under heavy pressure.

The power of this breath is the transcendent power of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, which even the Lord of the Realm cannot control. If it weren't for the judge's pen being a magic weapon used to record the reincarnations of sentient beings, I'm afraid it would never have had the slightest aura like this.

So, after the Judge's Pen appeared, all the monks in the sky and on the ground, without exception, felt their hearts tightening. Even if they were in the middle of a fierce fight to the death, they were all subconsciously distracted and cast their gaze at the judge pen in the air.

And these gazes, whether they stayed for a long time or were withdrawn in the blink of an eye, changed from the initial surprise to the final fear.

This kind of fear originates from the depths of the soul. It is instinctive and cannot be eradicated. Even if someone is as powerful as Huan Yin, his face may remain calm, but in fact there is a hint of fear in his heart.

"Something big is going to happen..." At this moment, all the monks had this thought in their hearts. For them, the appearance of the Judge's Pen in this demon-cultivating sea is no different from the change in color of the world and the ups and downs of the storm.

The next moment, Huan Yin's sword with lightning finally cut through the sky and hit the judge's pen that transformed out of thin air. There was only a loud "bang" sound, and the sword light suddenly encountered strong resistance, the light swayed crazily, and sparks burst out from the lightning, scattering in all directions.

However, even with Huan Yin's current cultivation level, he could use such a sword. After the sword power completely dissipated, everyone found that the judge's pen did not move at all. Even on the cyan pen barrel that was cut, not even a trace was left.

"Have you finally come?" At this moment, Huan Yin's face had become extremely ugly. He stared at the judge's pen, but for a moment he did not dare to act rashly.

After three breaths, the judge pen completely solidified. So, in full view of everyone, it flew to the sea outside Luanmo Island and drew a circle around the entire Luanmo Island.

The sea water is constantly floating and the currents are constantly changing. To use a pen to draw a stable ink mark on the sea is like a dream.

However, this time, as the huge judge pen continued to move, thick cyan ink stains were actually left on the sea surface. No matter how the sea water floated and rolled, or even hit by waves, the ink stains would not dissipate at all.

But in less than twenty breaths, the Judge's Pen started from the starting point, drew a circle and then circled back. When Huan Yin took a look, he discovered that the circle drawn by the judge's pen was so large that it actually encompassed the entire sea area near Luanmo Island!

"Buzz!" The judge made a perfect circle, and a voice suddenly sounded around Luanmo Island, pouring into the ears of all the monks present. At this moment, the breath of the judgment of reincarnation and fate was even stronger, and all the demon cultivators were even more nervous.

Cyan light emitted from the ink mark, and soon formed a ring-shaped light curtain around Luanmo Island, completely surrounding Luanmo Island.

Then, the originally low light curtain climbed crazily towards the sky, and soon rushed into the clouds. Even Huan Yin could not see the end of it.

At this moment, the entire Luanmo Island and the surrounding sky and sea were suddenly surrounded by a towering cyan light curtain. In Huan Yin's perception, he discovered that this light curtain was not only extremely strong, but it could also block the detection of spiritual consciousness!

With one stroke of the judge's pen, it turned into a terrifying cage, completely isolating the battle in this world from the outside world!

"Hmph, you really are here, but you still know that you shouldn't show up in the sea of ​​demon cultivators like this?" By now, Huan Yin was completely sure of his guess. He also knew that the prison drawn by the judge's pen was to prevent what was about to happen next from being known to outsiders.

After the light curtain was completely formed, the judge's pen moved again. It floated into the air and suddenly pulled out a green ink stain in the air that was a hundred feet long. The ink mark is thick and stretches across the void, like a shocking scar or a bottomless crack.

"Stab!" A harsh sound suddenly came from the hundred-foot-long ink stain, as if something was being torn apart.

Then, Huan Yin saw with his own eyes that the ink stain actually turned into a crack, and was pulled open by some strange force!

As a result, the crack was no longer there, and there was already something like a monster's maw in the sky. The huge mouth was ferocious, and the densely packed monks standing in it almost stopped the entire battle in an instant!

Those monks seemed to only number four to five hundred, which was nothing compared to the number of monks on Luanmo Island. But their auras were powerful, soaring straight into the sky, as if they were not on the same level as the demon cultivators who were fighting around them.

Especially the cold murderous intention emanating from their bodies showed that they seemed to have been doing punishment and killing all their lives. It is as if being an executioner is their eternal duty.

The most terrifying thing was the monk in judge uniform standing in front of everyone. This person's aura is actually stronger than Huan Yin and the demon body. Moreover, there seemed to be an inexplicable rule around him. This rule allowed him to stand in this world and act like a master, with a single thought of life and death!

Finally, the entire battle between heaven and earth stopped completely, and even the fighting between heaven and earth cultivators were forced by the momentum of the sudden appearance of a group of monks to retreat separately.

But what can be seen is that the bald boy's face already showed surprise, and there was even more awe hidden in it. Obviously, he recognized this group of monks who suddenly appeared, and I'm afraid the relationship was not simple!

"Here comes the pen!" In his mouth, the monk in the judge's uniform stretched out his right hand and waved towards the judge's pen from a distance.

With his move, the judge immediately shrank rapidly and flew straight towards his hand. By the time the Judge's Pen became the size of a normal brush, it had already been grabbed by the man and held tightly in his hand.

The Judge's Pen is an ancient artifact that only Yama and Ksitigarbha of the Tenth Palace are qualified to control and use. And at this moment, when the monk in the judge's costume held the judge's pen, not only did everyone not feel anything wrong, but they suddenly felt that it was natural.

A temperament that could crush everything and despise everything appeared after that person took hold of the pen. It was as if he was the king of hell, the master who could decide the fate of all the demon cultivators present!

Fear from the depths of the soul breeds in the hearts of every demon cultivator. If they still can't figure out the origin of the large group of people appearing at this moment, then they may have spent so many years in hell. .

It's just that they can't figure out why today's battle can trigger such a terrifying existence. It seems to be a mistake to participate in today's battle.

"It's... it's King Yama of the Tenth Palace and his troops. He... why are they here!" Finally, someone couldn't help but shouted with great fear and trembling in their voice. .

After such a shout, fear suddenly broke out in the hearts of all the demon cultivators present, and some even collapsed on the ground. Even the powerful earth cultivators in the sky looked at Chakravartin King with obvious fear in their eyes.

The Wheel King's face was calm, showing no trace of joy or anger. He just glanced at everything here. But when someone called out his name, an angry look suddenly appeared on his face. Obviously, he didn't want anyone to reveal his identity in a place like this.

"Kill these demonic cultivators and leave no one alive!" The Wheel King finally spoke, and the words he spoke made even the bald boy who had previously expressed joy suddenly change his face!

I fell seriously ill during the National Day and was bedridden, so I haven't updated. I'm feeling better today, I'll try my best to write, I'm sorry to everyone.