He paused for a moment, as if waiting for a response from the brush.
After a few breaths, the brush suddenly shook slightly. Feng Qingyang was delighted and thought to himself that there was a hope, but he did not rush.
Instead, he said softly: "Follow me, I will take you across the three realms and conquer the world. If you stay here, you will be submerged in dust and sealed here forever."
After he finished speaking, he stopped talking and after a pause, he clenched his hands and a powerful suction force came out again, like a whale swallowing the ocean, and a huge whirlpool suddenly appeared in the void.
"Well, what are you still hesitating about? If not now, when?" Feng Qingyang said hurriedly. At this moment, his magic power had been consumed. In order to recover this unknown mysterious magic weapon, he was also trying his best.
Boom!
The brush shook, losing its previous sharpness and revealing a hint of vicissitudes, as if representing its nostalgia. After struggling for a long time, it finally returned to calm and flew into Feng Qingyang's hands with a whoosh.
Finally, I recovered this mysterious brush!
When I picked it up and took a look, I found that it was about the length of a chopstick and as thick as a finger. The pen tip was large and the waist was small. There were two demons engraved on the pen shaft. Their appearance could not be seen, but it exuded a sense of strength and antiquity.
"Judge's Pen, is this the Judge's Pen?"
Feng Qingyang muttered to himself. The moment he held the brush, a line of small words suddenly appeared in his mind. After a brief introduction to the brush, there was no more hint.
"Legend has it that the Judge's Pen belongs to the hand of the Judge of Yama Palace. The Judge holds the Book of Life and Death in his left hand and the Judge's Pen in his right hand. He is in charge of killing in the world. However, is this so-called Judge's Pen the same one?"
Feng Qingyang remained silent, and the rumors about the Ghost King Sect came to his mind again. In that mysterious world, there were the Ten Palaces of Fengdu, and in the Palace of Yama, there seemed to be the Judge's Pen.
He shook his head and didn't think too much about it. After all, there would naturally be a moment to face it in the future. His intuition told him that he and the Ghost King Sect would definitely have an unclear relationship in the future.
Picking up the pen, holding it in his hand, looking at the mountains below, Feng Qingyang's heart moved, and an idea flashed in his mind. There was a question he had been thinking about for a long time, but he had never paid attention to it.
And now, the moment he picked up the pen, his mind suddenly became clear, and he finally understood the reason for the appearance of this judge's pen, as well as the blue stone tablet that appeared.
"I didn't expect you to be the key, and that stone tablet is where I found the key."
He muttered to himself, and then injected his magic power into the Judge's Pen. Suddenly, a black light emerged. The light was extremely pure, as if it was the end of the night. The eternal moment represented the harvest of life.
"Stop! Get out!"
Feng Qingyang waved his hand towards the mountain below, and the Judge's Pen suddenly burst out with tremendous power. Its pressure was almost comparable to that of the great golden elixir master of all ages.
I saw a dark-colored light coming out, like a sharp weapon cutting through the air, and it silently reached the green halo. I heard crisp sounds, just like cutting tofu.
The halo that originally enveloped the mountain was suddenly torn into a big hole. Seeing this, Feng Qingyang's face was filled with joy again. He thought, since I have obtained the treasure and improved my cultivation, it would be a gratifying thing to save you, a liar, at the same time.
Thinking of this, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. However, when the smile just spread to the corner of his mouth, his eyes suddenly went dark, and then an extremely strong feeling of weakness suddenly came from his body.
He was seen swaying twice in the air, then falling headfirst and feet upward, like a head-down onion, straight towards the ground below. Not long after, there was a loud thud, followed by a cursing sound, and a black shadow crawled out of the mud pit, but swayed twice and fell to the ground again.
"I never expected this. I, Feng Qingyang, was so famous and powerful, but I suffered a loss here." Feng Qingyang was lying on the ground with his arms and legs spread out. There was obviously a trace of dust on his face, and he looked extremely embarrassed.
Feng Qingyang turned his head and looked at the Judge's Pen not far from him. He felt a sense of emotion. He had just made a simple wave before, but the brush had sucked away all his magic power.
There was nothing left, and his body began to fail. He felt extremely weak, and even though he was a veteran, he was helpless. In the end, he could only watch himself fall to the ground with tears in his eyes.
Fortunately, there were no outsiders here, otherwise he would have been extremely embarrassed. A trace of helplessness appeared on his face, but he was cautious in his heart. Such a powerful magic weapon, if used well, could kill all powerful enemies, but if not used well, he might not even be able to withstand its backlash.
The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became. Fortunately, he had used it once before and knew the consequences of using it. Otherwise, if he were to fight the enemy in the future, he would use the Judge's Pen to kill one but not completely destroy him.
Then a force of weakness came over him, and at that time he was probably just like a powerless chicken or a clay dog, and could only watch himself being slaughtered by others.
"Shuaishuai, come here, I'm going to kill you with my finger!" Suddenly, Feng Qingyang turned his head to look at Shuangshuai, only to see her round body spinning on the ground.
Its round body is like a ball, its short and thick paws are covering its little mouth, and its big round eyes are curved into crescents at this moment.
The human-like appearance made Feng Qingyang angry and surprised. What made him angry was that this little beast obviously had extraordinary cultivation, but it watched him fall without offering a helping hand, as if it deliberately wanted to see him suffer.
"Laughing, are you trying to laugh?"
Feng Qingyang frowned, and immediately looked at Shuai Shuai with disapproval. His eyes were like lightning, emitting a ray of light. He stared at it straight, and it stunned it for a while, and then rolled on the ground even more wantonly.
Feng Qingyang pursed his lips and was speechless. At this moment, he was so weak that he felt he couldn't even move a finger. Before, he had refined all the spirit stones, Yin Lingzhu and other things. Now, he was left with nothing.
Just lying like this, his body was slowly recovering, but his own magic power did not seem to have recovered at all, as if there was no yin or spiritual energy in this place.
As time went by, his head felt dizzy and he felt drowsy. He had never really gotten a good night's sleep, but at this moment he actually fell asleep. The sound of his heavy breathing could be heard in the quiet surroundings.
His brows were furrowed and from time to time he let out a low roar, as if he was experiencing something horrible in his dream.
When he fell asleep, he didn't know that at this moment, Shuaishuai quietly ran over, pressed a pair of small paws on his chest, and rays of light slowly poured into his body. It was not until his brows relaxed that Shuaishuai put away his paws.
"Boy, stand up and open the seal for me!"
Inside the mountain, the old man saw it all clearly. He saw Feng Qingyang split the green halo outside the mountain. He was only one step away from releasing him. However, he fell into a coma at the critical moment.