The boss team had five people, ten eyes, staring at the brush without blinking.

The brush pen stem is as thick as a child's arm, two feet long, and the color is withered and yellow. The tip of the pen is more than half a foot, and the tip of the pen is stained with fresh and moist ink marks. It looks like it has just been filled with ink, and it even emits a refreshing and unique ink fragrance.

Xiaolongnu murmured: "Black gauze official robe, magical artifact brush, is this... the judge's pen of Fengdu Hades?"

Ouyang Jing nodded slowly: "It should be."

"Another magical artifact!" Ding Cai sighed in surprise or annoyance: "This is the fourth magical artifact we have hit! Unfortunately, it is in the hands of a corpse again..."

That's right, the corpse wearing a black official robe was a divine corpse, and it was probably a "judge" with a prominent status in the underworld. The dormant aura on the divine corpse was slightly stronger than the previous demon god corpse.

The judge of the underworld artifact is held in the hands of such a corpse. With the strength of the boss team, there is almost no possibility of taking it off.

“What a pity…”

Xiaolongnu shook her head: "It was a lucky chance to get Mengpo's soup spoon before. It was purely because she fought with the god corpse, snipe and clam, and we fisherman benefited. Now..."

She looked around and spread her hands with regret: "Now, you can't find the body of a demon god who can compete with this judge's corpse. Walking in the world is the first priority, and you can't be too arrogant to look at it. Don't look at it, let's go."

Just as he was about to leave, Ouyang Jing suddenly spoke: "Wait a minute!"

"Hmm?" Xiaolongnu stopped and looked at Ouyang Jing. Seeing his eyes shining strangely, staring at the judge's body without blinking, she couldn't help but laugh: "Why, Ouyang, you are not enough to be a scoop, and you still want to be a 'bingbi'?"

However, this time, Ouyang Jing had no response to Xiaolongnu's poisonous tongue, and only stared at the judge's body with bright eyes and said in a deep voice:

"The judge's pen is not in the hands of the corpse. Or... the hand holding the judge's pen is not in the body of the judge! Pay attention..."

He pointed at the judge's corpse: "The right hand of the judge's corpse holding the pen is half an inch longer than the left arm! If you look closely at the robes of his right hand, the sleeves and elbows, are there some depressions? I dare to conclude that the judge's right arm is broken as far as the elbow! His right hand holding the pen is already separated from his corpse!"

The judge's body was half hidden among the gravel bricks and gravel. There was half a plaque covered above, and only half of his body could see it.

The black official robe on his body is also a treasure, which can isolate the various spiritual eyes of the boss team and spy on the pupil technique.

Under the obstruction of various obstacles, from the surface alone, there is no clue.

But Ouyang Jing was unique and saw a trace of clues from the length of the judge's arms.

After careful observation of his right arm sleeve, he finally found that a small piece of the elbow of his robe was sunken, as if there was a gap on his elbow.

So Ouyang Jing boldly speculated that the judge's right arm had broken as far as his elbow. Although he did not fall out of the sleeve of the robe, a gap of about half an inch appeared below the elbow of his right arm and was no longer connected to the body.

After listening to Ouyang Jing's speculation, Xiaolongnu, Gandalf, Daomei, and Ding Cai's eyes suddenly shone with strange lights. After careful examination, he found that what Ouyang Jing said was true, and the judge's right arm was indeed a bit strange.

Gandalf murmured: "But judging from the changes before the soup spoon, the artifact will obscure its light after leaving the master of the corpse and become as inconspicuous as an ordinary object. But this judge's pen... the artifact's aura is still surging!"

Ouyang Jing said confidently: "The aura of the artifact is still surging because it is still held in a divine hand. It is the power of the divine hand that maintains the aura of the artifact."

Xiaolongnu blinked her eyes twice: "So what?"

Ouyang Jing raised his eyebrows: "So, we can find a way to catch the judge's pen."

Xiaolongnu shook her head, "Even if it is just a divine hand that is cut off with an elbow, don't underestimate it. Don't forget the broken arm of the arhat."

The Arhat's broken arm maintained a magical power of "the Buddha's Kingdom in the Palm" and suppressed the demons outside for tens of thousands of years.

Although the judge did not condense his magical powers on his broken arm, he obviously should not be underestimated when holding a magical weapon.

Ouyang Jing said: "The Arhat's broken arm should have been torn off by the enemy when it was condensing its supernatural powers. At that time, the Arhat's original deity should not have died, so the arm magic power can be successfully activated to suppress the demon god and maintain it for tens of thousands of years. However, the Arhat's original deity with a broken arm has been dead for tens of thousands of years, and has no supernatural powers condensed, which is not as terrifying as the Arhat's broken arm.

"More importantly, I feel that the overall aura of this judge's corpse is not as terrifying as that of the Arhat's broken arm. Obviously, although this judge is a righteous god, he is much weaker than that of the Arhat. Even if he holds a magic weapon, his broken arm may not be much stronger.

"Don't forget, although the magical artifact is powerful, it consumes a lot. How much power can a mere broken arm activate?"

Ouyang Jing activated the artifact once and had a very profound experience. He knew that every time he activated the artifact, he would have to pay a lot of money.

Meng Po could wave the spoon at will, because the spoon was her natal artifact, and the other was that her body was complete, and she could use the remaining divine power in the complete corpse to activate the power of the artifact.

But the judge's pen is different from Meng Po's spoon.

"Judge" is an official position in the underworld, not a formal clergy.

"Judge's Pen" is also a magical tool belonging to the entire Fengdu Hades.

This judge can take charge of the judge's pen, but the ownership of the judge's pen will not belong to him. If he resigns from the judge's position, the judge's pen will no longer be controlled by him.

A judge's pen that does not belong to the judge, and a divine hand that does not have much residual divine power. These two reasons combined are enough to make Ouyang Jing have the idea of ​​trying it out.

Xiaolongnu pondered for a while and asked Gandalf: "Teacher Gan, what do you think?"

Gandalf thought for a while and said slowly:

"The combat power of gods and demons of the same star rank is also very different. Gods and demons who are good at fighting are almost two different existences. Buddhist arhats have the position of protecting the law, and they are all brave and good at fighting. The judges of the Underworld are civil servants. Even if they can easily crush the gods and demons, all the powers of existence can be fought and killed, which is not their job after all.

"So, as Ouyang said, the overall aura of this judge's corpse is not as terrifying as that of the Arhat's broken arm. The combat power between the two is obviously a world of difference.

"And it is indeed not enough to activate the artifact... A judge who has been dead for thousands of years can maintain the judge's pen to continuously emit the aura of the artifact, but it is really not possible to exert much power of the artifact."

Xiaolongnu raised her eyebrows: "Teacher Gan means, do you agree to give it a try?"

Gandalf Zheng pointed out: "Worth a try!"
Chapter completed!