The ancient mirror platform suspended above the void shimmered with dark light, and in that ancient mirror, there was no image of the world, but a chaos as black as ink.

If that ancient mirror does have a miraculous appearance, only the earthy yellow brilliance that passes through the black chaos is like the legendary Netherworld Yellow Spring.

More than a dozen netherworld magic weapons were suspended above Zhou Tian, exuding a strange black light, blending with each other to create a momentum that reached the sky, as if it could outline a netherworld forbidden land, the underworld altar.

The judge's pen in the old judge's hand has completely turned black, and the judge's pen distinguishes between good and evil, knows right from wrong, and determines life and death.

The old man's pen has the power of the heavens, if he steps into the realm of the royal road, with the judge's pen in his hand, he is qualified to evolve a corner of the underworld.

Although he did not step into the realm of the royal road, did not communicate with the power of heaven and earth, and condensed the martial arts divine bridge, with his martial arts master's cultivation, it was enough to outline a trace of the charm of these underworld magic weapons.

The dark aura exuded from the dark air flow on the dark vessels, and although he could not completely materialize them with his cultivation, it was enough to create such an atmosphere as it was now.

The huge and strange figure of the skull was almost torn to pieces under the current of ten thousand swords just now, and the body of the skull was pierced, but it did not shed blood like ordinary humans.

Dozens of huge holes had been pierced into his body, and even silver-white lines could be seen circulating in them.

But that's all there was to it, his body seemed to be really made of silk threads, and the snow-white light suddenly skyrocketed, reconnecting his torn body back together.

In the blink of an eye, he turned into the strange figure with a huge head, without the slightest scar on his body, as if the swords, guns, swords, and halberds that had just passed through were fake.

The old judge's face changed slightly, he knew that this strange thing must have unimaginable divine power, but he never thought that the magic weapon form condensed by his pen had no effect on it.

"Proficient in the art of curses, swords, guns, swords and halberds cannot be injured, what the hell is this?"

The old judge was also troubled, for over the years, he had fought against all kinds of powerful people, and even the fierce and brutal monster could not make any waves in front of him.

But he had never seen such a strange existence, and when the thousands of weapons he had evolved tore his body apart, the old man did have the feeling that he had touched the real thing, and this figure was not virtual.

But this real figure is like a phantom, touchable, cut, but not hurt. No, it may not be indestructible, but it heals when it is wounded, and it is difficult to leave any traces.

In the memory of the old judge, neither the refining corpse of the ghost path nor the puppet of the soul path has such power, what is the origin of this strange thing?

However, although the old judge was a little surprised by the origin of this thing, he did not have much fear in his heart, he had practiced for many years, and he had seen many winds and waves, although he was a little jealous of the curse power of this thing, but he was far from the word "afraid".

Swords, guns, swords, halberds, and three thousand blades could not hit him hard, but for the old judge, his ability was more than that.

As the old man recited an obscure spell, behind him, one after another black magic shadows lined up in the void, surrounding him, faintly condensing into a huge black divine disk.

On top of this black divine disk, one after another Dharma Shadows exuding a sinister aura were scattered in the void, and a terrifying aura enveloped this heaven and earth, and even the scattered formations under their feet were suppressed for a while.

He didn't believe that this thing could eat his eighteen nether plates.

However, the old judge noticed something strange before he made a move, and after this strange thing recovered its body that had been cut by the blade, although the silver-white eyes were still staring in his direction, it had no intention of making any further moves.

Even in the old man's perception, this strange guy focused most of his attention on another direction.

The old man looked at the young man who was still kneeling on the ground, supporting his body with the long black knife in his hand and not falling, and his face showed a strange look.

What does that mean? Could it be that this weird thing is guarding the child?

It was only that he quickly dispelled this thought, because in front of his eyes, the strange figure that seemed to be made of silk threads finally moved slowly.

With a shock to his body, his head, which was obviously several times larger than normal, suddenly cracked to the sides, and a huge palm made of silk threads protruded from his skull, and pressed towards the young man with an astonishing air current.

When the giant palm fell, there was a sound of breaking wind, which was obviously amazing. Now Han Ning's eyes looked very dull, although he was not unconscious, but he was obviously unconscious. Under such defenselessness, if you are pressed on your body by this palm, I am afraid that you will inevitably break your muscles and bones.

The old judge's eyes widened, and behind him, the huge black divine disk slowly rotated, and a black magic weapon standing in the northeast direction suddenly brightened, and instantly broke away from the edge of the divine disk, expanded several times to the center of the divine disk, and coincided with the old man's body.

After the black magic shadow expanded several times, the magic weapon on it almost turned into substance, and when the old man held the judge's pen in one hand and pointed it forward, the magic shadow suddenly shattered, and was replaced by a thick black divine whip that manifested out of thin air, and pulled down with an astonishing aura.

It was also a black long whip, but compared with the Underworld Magic Weapon that the old man was using at this time and the Immortal Weapon Long Whip that Huang Zhaohui had used before, it was obviously a world of difference.

Although the old judge's ghost whip was a phantom incarnation of his pen, it was now comparable to a physical entity under the reflection of the Nether Disk, and every barb on this long whip was clearly visible.

The long whip fell, cutting a clear trail between heaven and earth, and everywhere it passed, the air burst through, and even that space produced obvious creases.

Just like a black meteor suddenly falling, a scalp-tinging yin aura instantly filled the world, with a thick black mist slamming heavily on the head of that strange figure.

The whip fell, and there was no sound of gold and iron as the old man imagined, it felt like it was being pumped on a rag doll, soft, without any force.

But this underworld ghost whip is obviously not so easy to bear, although most of the power in this whip has been removed, but the black mist filled with it has not been lost in the void.

Sneer......

With the violent corrosive sound, the human body that seemed to be made of silk threads instantly left a series of pitch-black traces, as if a black snake crawled over, and against the background of the obviously deformed single eye, it looked extremely terrifying.