"Can the Book of Life and Death be fake?"

This is indeed unheard of.

Du Bai looked very shocked and couldn't understand: "Then why did you have to hold the book of life and death when you tried those evil ghosts before?"

However, Lu Jue Lu hurriedly explained: "In fact, the book of life and death held by the little god is not completely fake. It is just the illusion of the judge's supernatural powers. What really works is actually just the judge's pen in my hand."

After saying that, he stretched out his palm and saw a light flashing in the empty palm. Then a thick book appeared in front of him, and the words "Life and Death Book" were indeed written on it.

"Lord Living Buddha, you might as well take it and take a look." He handed over the book of life and death.

Du Bai took it and opened it with a serious expression. Sure enough, there was only a blank space inside, without any information about the time of life and death of mortals.

"Sir, this is what the little god wants to say." Lu Jian sighed, "I am just a little judge. The treasures such as the Life and Death Book should not be controlled by me. It is just for the convenience of management that he used his supernatural powers to transform such a Life and Death Book for discipline."

"When judging those evil ghosts, the little god can only use a judge to outline a few strokes on this life and death book to show some of his past in order to judge whether it is good or evil."

"But the little god's magical power is limited to this. Not only can it not change the lifespan above and give it back to the sun, but it can't even check the situation of the stranger, and it can only have an effect on those ghosts."

"Please..."

Hearing this unexpected thing, Du Bai couldn't help but ponder for a moment, and asked, "Can you lend me a look at that judge's pen?"

Since the book of life and death is not the key to becoming a judge, then that judge's pen should be.

And if you think about it carefully, the identity of the judge is very consistent. On the contrary, if a powerful treasure like the Life and Death Book falls into the hands of others casually, the world will be in chaos.

Lu Jue was straightforward and trusted him, the "living Buddha" who had helped him get rid of a disaster, and immediately handed the judge's pen, which was much thicker than an ordinary brush, into Du Bai's hands without saying a word.

Du Bai held the judge's pen in his hand and immediately felt a heavy feeling acting on the soul body, as if he was holding not only a brush, but a heavy iron block.

Fortunately, with his strength, he didn't have to worry about this pressure at all. He used some strength to eliminate it, and then carefully looked at this rumored judge who could dominate life and death.

In fact, this stroke not only has a strange weight, but also has a different appearance than usual, with a thin top and thick bottom, even to the point where the fingers cannot hold it, and the entire hand must be held to stabilize.

This is indeed a bit strange for people like Du Bai who are used to ordinary brushes. However, I heard that Lu Pian did rough work during his lifetime, and this large and grand pen might just fit his taste.

After all, magic weapons like this are all subject to the master.

But what really attracted his attention was the slightest special aura that came from the judge's pen.

Unlike the fairy energy and Buddha energy he had before, it is closer to the yin energy, but it is like a mixture of yin energy and fairy energy. It should be the unique power of these yin officials.

He closed his eyes slightly, used some of the magical powers of the Nightmare Dragon King's dream, and wanted to sense something from it.

After all, although this judge Lu inherited the power of this judge, he still had no idea what happened to the immortal gods. No matter how much he asked, it was unnecessary, so he wanted to see if there was some information hidden in the judge's pen.

It's like the two immortals and Buddhas left behind before.

But then, unlike those who were forced into memories, some pictures appeared in his mind as he sensed.

Some of them were blazing flames spreading on the ground, and countless "people" who were either unclothed or lacked a piece of limb were fleeing and crying in the sea of ​​fire.

But no matter how hard they struggle, they will be swallowed by the sea of ​​fire that gushed with layers of heat waves, and they will be unable to turn into a pool of ashes in the miserable screams.

However, in just a moment, those "people" were resurrected on this land, experiencing such painful torture again and again.

"These are the ghosts of sinners! Is this a certain level of the eighteen levels of hell?"

Du Bai suddenly realized something, but at this moment, the picture began to change. Under the gloomy and dark sky, a magnificent palace appeared in front of him. The top of the palace was towering into the clouds, like a towering hill.

Due to the perspective, he accidentally raised his head and saw a figure sitting inside the hall with only exposed toes that were taller than him. The body above was covered by the shadow of the hall, and he could not see the whole picture!

But just this is enough to make people deeply shocked, and they can't help but feel powerless and humble like an ant!

No wonder it was necessary to build such a tall palace.

"Which King is it?" Du Bai vaguely guessed in his heart, or it might be a higher-ranking existence, an emperor in charge of one party...

Unfortunately, he was limited here and could not see his appearance.

And if you look back, you can see countless ghost messengers escorting those ghosts who have just died and are still crying and nostalgic about the world into a side hall in the palace.

Among them, perhaps they were poor people who beg for a living without any money during their lifetime, or perhaps they were wealthy businessmen with a mountain of gold, silver and treasures, and even kings, princes, generals and ministers might be hidden in it.

Only here after death, they are equal, and only use good and evil to distinguish whether they should be reincarnated as human beings or fall into reincarnation.

Then, there was the Yellow Spring Road, and countless confused ghosts slowly walked forward under the guidance...

Then there is the gates of hell...

The scene of the underworld in ancient legends actually happened to be a short time. Although there were some omissions, it was a rare experience.

And at this moment, the last fragmented scene instantly made him nervous.

In that picture, the entire palace or mountain in the underworld began to become distorted and broken like a reflection in the water...

However, this picture only lasted for a moment. The next second, Du Bai, who was a little confused, had already returned to reality from the fragmented and scarce pictures.
Chapter completed!