Chapter 1138 The Judge’s Pen Changes the World 1

"Back then, you and I had different political views, and the commander-in-chief chose you to manage the entire superpower base."

Sillian said coldly, "I'm just an ordinary person, and you are a high-level superpower user. Maybe you really have more say in terms of superpowers than I do."

"But, Cassandra, God is responsible for what you do. I'm not a good person, but compared to you, I'm really kind. In the past, the methods you used may have been invincible, and I don't know how much you gained. Benefit."

Silian calmly met Kassandra's slightly cold gaze, "If you don't want the entire superpower base to be damaged or even destroyed, it's best to be cautious. I haven't explored that boy's background until now. When he comes out, he usually looks smiling and talkative, but he is decisive in killing and will never be soft when it is time to strike."

"As for the King of Hell, I think you know him better than I do."

"Sillian, are you getting less courageous as you get older?" Cassandra laughed, she lit a cigarette, puffed out the smoke, and half-squinted her beautiful eyes, "This battle The fight has just begun, and you actually want to run away from the battle and become a deserter."

"Aren't you afraid of spreading the word and making others laugh?"

"Moreover, you have already been involved in this matter, and you also know so much information about the base." Kassandra flicked away the half-burned cigarette ashes, a cold sneer on her face, "It's not like you just want to quit. Those who can retreat.”

"You can retreat, but leave your life to me!"

Kassandra's eyebrows were cold and fierce, like a poisonous snake spitting out a message, and her whole person exuded a cold aura.

"ha."

Sillian laughed angrily, "Cassandra, what do you think I am? The group of superpowers in the base who were scared away by you?"

"The chief has approved my resignation, and no one has the power to stop me."

"Furthermore," Sillian raised his eyes, "I believe Miss Cassandra would not want me to die, because in this case, you will be in an extremely dangerous situation."

The two people in the room looked at each other, and the silent smell of gunpowder smoke filled the air.

During their confrontation, Master Yan was sitting cross-legged in the room.

Wuchen sat on the sofa, his eyes scanning the talismans placed on the ground.

There are eight figures in the universe, each with its own unique number.

Spirit gathering array.

Qiankun Dragon Soaring Formation...

The concrete formation of heaven and earth...

These seemingly messy talisman papers are connected with each other. There are formations within formations, formations within formations.

Nowadays, all the metaphysical sects that still have inheritance in China are gathered together in one place, but I am afraid that none of them can arrange a formation of this level.

He took off the Buddhist beads wrapped around Wuchen's left wrist, held them in his hands and turned them around. His eyes, as heavy as snow, fell on the young man in the center of the formation.

Under the fluorescent lamp, the young man's handsome and outstanding appearance was much softer. She sat cross-legged on the ground, her lazy and lazy posture was rare, her face was like a crown jewel, and she was calm and solemn.

A pen was quietly held between the long and slender fingers.

The lines on the pen body are mysterious on the south side. It stays in the formation with rich spiritual energy, quietly exuding a cold aura unique to the underworld.

Wuchen saw her take out the judge's pen and finally knew what the young man was going to do.

The judge's pen is thin on life and death, and the mirror of reincarnation.

Life and death are insignificant.

The mirror of reincarnation sees people in three lives.

The judge's pen can turn things around and borrow laws from heaven and earth.

Of course, these are all legends.

Wuchen is a cultivator, so he understands that these are not legends.