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Zhang Wenfeng's foothold is unstable in the invisible evil spirit and bloody atmosphere, and he is often staggered by the turbulent aftermath. He roughly understands that Judge Cui, who can create a small world, is causing trouble, or someone who asked him to take over as judge kind of test.

He really couldn't laugh or cry, when did he agree?

Isn't this catching a duck on the shelves?

Seeing the figures shattered into fragments under the devastating spell or sword light, he was terrified and looked around, trying to find a safe place to hide.

With his insignificant cultivation base, the aftermath alone is enough for him to bear. A head-on blow, the newly repaired magic weapon condensing disk may not be able to protect his life. It is very likely that he has fallen and the magic weapon is intact. The massive impact of the attack.

This kind of fatal test cannot be taken lightly.

That smiling fat man probably wants the stone figurines in his bottle, his life or death doesn't matter?

Another cloud of aftermath of spells hit, so fast that Zhang Wenfeng, who was deeply trapped in the evil spirit and drifting with the waves, couldn't dodge it. He could only infuse wood energy into the condensing disk, and his body was full of light. "Boom", little blue light splashed.

The dark turquoise light pattern resisted the attack of the ice fragments, and Zhang Wenfeng was thrown more than ten feet down.

The skin and robe were covered with extremely cold ice crystals spreading all over the body.

He desperately pumped up the wood fire in his body, dispelled the remaining cold siege left by the attack, and resisted the ice crystal attack.

Cold to the core, cold to the bone, he resisted not to call the name "Mo Ye".

Last night he wanted to chat with Mo Ye about the ghost voices under the canyon, but Mo Ye deliberately diverted his words. Looking back now, Mo Ye was giving him some kind of intelligible hint.

He must persevere and not ask for help when he encounters a fatal difficulty.

Now that Mo Ye is gone, who can he turn to for help?

Everything has to be solved by yourself!

Although he couldn't tell whether it was an illusion or he had entered some kind of reality, let's just take it as real, running the wood fire to melt the ice crystals bit by bit, and silently recited Chapter 1 in his heart, and the invisible golden light washed over his body over and over again .

He felt that the influence of the invisible evil spirit nearby was a little weaker.

The skin on the body is still itchy and painful like needle pricks.

After finally melting the remaining cold ice crystals, a group of water droplets exploded in the distance, tens of thousands of dust-like water droplets, whistling like mist, splashed towards him.

It was true that gods fought and mortals suffered, Zhang Wenfeng had four thorny wire vine seeds in his hands, and he chanted scriptures and cast the Intertwining Mantra, and the four vines as thick as copper coins swished a few times, entwining him almost airtight.

This is the only way to do it, use the wood-moving magic attack to resist this wave of water attacks, and slow down his body-protecting magic weapon.

"Pfft puff", countless subtle penetrating sounds resounded intensively.

The huge group of vines was instantly riddled with holes, and the two-color light patterns blooming from the magic weapon of protection bounced away all the remaining water droplets. How long he can last now is counting.

Thinking of a way to break the situation in his mind, what purpose does that fat man put him on the battlefield besides testing?

The itching and tingling sensation on the skin intensified.

He couldn't drag on for long, his body was too weak to resist the all-pervasive battlefield aura, and a piercing roar came from afar.

Breaking free from the withered vines, Zhang Wenfeng was numb all over, watching a bright sword light in the sky, like a galaxy hanging upside down, splitting towards him.

At this moment, he was so frightened that he didn't even think about moving, his mind was almost blank, and he stood up straight without listening to his mind.

The world seemed to have fallen into dead silence because of this powerful sword strike.

A huge figure of a god was the first to bear the brunt, unable to dodge in time, it was blown to pieces under the light of the sword.

The sword light seemed to split the void, and countless twisted ripples appeared in the darkness.

"Who are you? You are not Judge Cui!"

Zhang Wenfeng shouted with all his might.

He suddenly understood that it was another existence that "doesn't remember who he is" was behind the trick!

Judge Cui is not the only one in the Hall of Souls, there is another person in charge.

The sword light was incomparably brilliant, watching it pass by his body, it seemed like ten thousand years in just a short moment, leaving behind a huge wave that stirred the sea of ​​consciousness, and his whole body was unscathed.

In the split darkness, there is a rolling mountain below, split in two.

chapter 289

Zhang Wenfeng froze on the spot, in the shocking blankness where a sword pierced his body, and it took a long time before he came back to his soul.

I have never had such a terrifying experience so close to death. The brilliant white sword light that was as wide as a brook drowned him completely. The feeling of being suffocated to the point that he does not exist is far more than wandering in the underworld before the soul piercing. The experience is much more exciting.

Unforgettable and deep into the bone marrow are not enough to describe its eleventh.

Damn ass, he almost died!

It wasn't that he yelled in time and broke the enchantment of plausibility and non-reality. He felt that he would peel off his skin if he didn't die.

The momentum of that sword made him forget that Mo Ye existed, let alone call Mo Ye's name.

He was still sitting in the empty bronze hall with soft light, and a fat man was sitting on the chair on the left looking him up and down.

Zhang Wenfeng was also carefully sizing up the fat man in the red robe. This man's aura was not that of the previous Judge Cui. Although his skin and appearance were exactly the same, this one in front of him looked indifferent and unkind, showing hostility, malice, curiosity, and probing without concealing it.

"who are you?"

"Taoist monk Zhang Kedao."

"How did you get the 'God Scroll' breath on your body?"

The fat man spoke coldly, his eyes narrowed, with a strong sense of scrutiny.

God Scroll?This is the second time Zhang Wenfeng heard this word. A few days ago, Mo Ye asked him to absorb the wood spar gifted by the Landlord. For books on "God Scroll", you have to look for books from at least 2000 years ago.

He suddenly understood that this fat man who didn't remember who he was was related to Wu Xiu.

"I have had contacts with the two mountain gods and the land."

Zhang Wenfeng took out a soil spar from the Nawu space, and the incense money left by Zhong Wenyong. Even if the incense money is useless, there should be a special aura left by the mountain god, which can be used as a token.

The fat man in the red robe took the two items and inspected them carefully for a while, and then put them on the tip of his nose to sniff them.

He didn't remember who he was, but instinctively recognized the different marks left by the mountain gods and the land, nodded slightly, his expression softened, and returned the things to Zhang Wenfeng, saying: "I have passed this test, you can succeed as the judge of the Soul Suppressing Hall .”

Does that sound like he's willing to be a judge?

Zhang Wenfeng said cautiously: "I have other important tasks in the government in the human world, so I'm afraid I won't be qualified for the post of judge in the Palace of Soul Suppression."

The fat man narrowed his eyes dangerously again, and said coldly, "You want to break your promise?"

Meeting such a powerful and unreasonable fat guy, Zhang Wen was in the limelight.

He didn't promise from the beginning to the end, so how could he break the promise?

It must be impossible to fight, there is more than one fat man like this here, at least one pair, he thought for a while, and tentatively said: "The post of judge of the Soul Suppression Palace must be voluntary, right? Otherwise, if there is trouble in the future, whose responsibility is it?"

Another fat man in red robe came out from the air, he laughed before saying anything, with an amiable aura, he hurriedly smoothed things over and said: "Mr. Zhang is right, the post of judge of Soul Suppressing Hall must be voluntary, and you cannot be forced to come."

Zhang Wenfeng stood up, cupped his fists and said, "I met Judge Cui!"

"Mr. Zhang is polite."

Judge Cui stretched out his hand in return to signal, and a seat appeared in the open space. After taking a seat, he said: "The old fellows of Daoist and Wuxiu reached an agreement that someone would bring a token to succeed the judge in 500 years. Mr. Zhang, you are indeed the one we have been with Waiting for the candidate."

Zhang Wenfeng sat between the two identical fat men, wanting to hear Judge Cui's reasons to persuade him.

As long as he is willing to serve as a judge, he still has room for maneuver.

Don't be so passive that you can't do anything.

"You have the Yin Soldier Talisman and the aura of the divine scroll. That's right. I also have a token that they left you in my hand, saying that after you read it, you will agree to succeed the judge."

Judge Cui stretched out his hand to grab it in the air, and a small bronze fish-patterned talisman appeared in his hand, he said with a smile: "You enter a little Yuan Qi, and then use your spiritual sense to check, this is the 'Green Slip', which records some things from that year. "

Zhang Wenfeng has seen the words "Jade Slip" and "Fa Slip" in the classics. It is a means for those with advanced cultivation to use their spiritual consciousness to leave information records on spiritual jade or magic treasures. He took the bronze fish pattern talisman, Check it first, it is a Taoist treasure, there is no messy smell, try to input a little Yuan Qi, the fish pattern on the talisman seems to come alive, slowly emitting brilliance, and is waiting to be checked with spiritual consciousness.

The fat man on the right suddenly frowned and asked, "Mr. Zhang, do you know who I am?"

Zhang Wenfeng was stunned, the question was so weird, how could he know?

Judge Cui scolded: "What do you mean by the Golden Prison? You're making trouble on purpose again, right? Mr. Zhang is new here, how can he know who you are, an old ghost from more than 500 years ago?"

The fat man named Jin Prison was speechless after being scolded, holding his head and thinking hard about who he was.

"Mr. Zhang, please ignore him. It's important for us to do business."

Judge Cui said with a smile on his face.

Zhang Wenfeng didn't speak, and when he touched the fish pattern flowing on the talisman with his spiritual sense, he couldn't move at once, his body was full of brilliance, and he immediately realized that he had been fooled by Judge Cui's smiling face.

One of the two fat men pretended to be a fool, and the other pretended to be a good person. Together they made him an inexplicable judge.

The bronze fish-pattern talisman in his hand is the token for controlling the entire Soul-Suppressing Hall. He is currently refining this talisman, and the vitality in his body is continuously pouring into the talisman passively.

"Haha, it's done. Congratulations to Mr. Zhang for succeeding as the judge of the Hall of Souls!"

Judge Cui was so happy that he danced and danced, his face beaming with joy, and he bowed his hands to the newly released Judge Zhang who couldn't even speak.

The other Golden Prison glanced at his successor, and said, "Finally, I can leave this ghostly place and go to the 'Dengtianxian Road'...Who am I?"

"Let's go, fat man, don't be silly, let's hurry up, there are only three days on the road, and the road is not close."

Judge Cui's red robe representing official authority quickly faded to dark black. After resigning from office, he was light-hearted and full of energy. He pulled the red robe on his body and turned into a blue golden prison, and walked together to the dark gate. High-spirited, very unhappy.

Zhang Wenfeng could only look sideways at the two fat men swaggering away, he silently called "Mo Ye" in his heart, he was still too immature to play with an old ghost who had been around for hundreds of years.

However, what disappointed him was that Mo Ye did not appear in the Hall of Souls as he expected, and did not respond.

It is a foregone conclusion that he succeeds as the judge of the Hall of Souls.

The two fat men who had just crossed the threshold were suddenly attacked at the same time, "Dongdongdong", the two screamed and staggered back a few steps, and fell to the bronze floor with a plop, black air overflowed from the seven orifices, and a large empty hole appeared in the chest .

Their bodies shrunk rapidly as the black air flowed out from the wounds on their chests.

"Why... why did you lie to us... for 500 years?"

Judge Cui's cultivation was suppressed to such an extent that it was impossible to even erupt, and his vitality was quickly passing away. His eyes were full of hatred, but it was a pity that he realized it too late. Walking out of the bronze gate after resigning from office was his death date.

The cruelty of hope being extinguished made Judge Cui hate him so much that he was heartbroken.

Jin Prison lay on the ground and said, "Who the hell am I? Who is it..."

The question seemed very important to him.

Not getting what you ask for is worse than death.

In less than half a word, Zhang Wenfeng watched the two fat men on the ground turn into black gas and disappear, not even his robes were left. He felt the same sadness in his heart, because he was tricked into being the successor judge by the two fat men, how could he escape? It's a big trouble, he can't be a judge underground for 500 years without seeing the sun.

What a vicious calculation, the 500-year-old guy is too scary.

Or maybe the two fat guys are acting together. What they said and did, such as the "Yin Soldier Talisman" and "God Scroll" breath tokens, are all tricks to deceive him and let him feel the real experience of being on the battlefield more than 500 years ago. It's all part of it.

The truth of everything will only be known when he truly becomes the judge of this temple.

But then he'd need the truth of the shit.

He was miserably killed by two fat men!

In the bronze hall, only Zhang Wenfeng was left sitting on the chair. When the two fat men disappeared, all other items disappeared. The hall was dead silent, and no kid dared to show his head.

"Mo Ye, Mo Ye, stop making trouble, come out quickly... If you don't come out again, I will scold you!"

Zhang Wenfeng couldn't move, so he could only repeat silently in his heart.

Chapter 290 Sitting still can take care of you

After a long time, Niao Niao Tingting was cautious again when the female ghost in the red dress walked in from the door.

She held a white lantern in her hand, and her shattered face returned to a clean and jade-like appearance. Her eyeballs stayed in their sockets, and she was more beautiful than before. She put down the bone lamp at the door.

The female ghost prostrated herself on the ground, and paid her respects with a big salute: "My concubine pays respects to Mr. Judge. I wish Mr. Judge great blessings and good fortune in the sky, and the road to immortality will last forever!"

The delicate buttocks are tilted up in various ways, and the waist twists and turns like a water snake without a trace.

She exudes a strange charm all over her body.

It's a pity that Judge Zhang, who was sitting still, didn't express any of her painstaking efforts for the blind to see.

Zhang Wenfeng was anxious, he couldn't speak, but his brain was not bad, he knew that this female ghost was a pawn sent by the old ghost outside to test the river, and other ghosts knew about the news that she was a new judge.

I don't know when the bronze fish pattern talisman will be refined?

If Mo Ye didn't show up, he guessed that he was some kind of judge, and it wouldn't do him any harm.

He could only comfort himself in such a bitter way.