Mi Ziwen said helplessly, "There is no need to say more about the relationship between us.
Our ancestral tribe will never take advantage of you, but if you want to use Jinling Sand to control us, you are overthinking it.
Jinling sand is indeed very important to us, but it does not mean that we cannot survive without it."
"What are you talking about, General Mi?"
The Holy Judge smiled and said, "I never meant to be unreasonable.
So, you don’t understand me.
If Pavilion Master Zhou were here, I would definitely not say so much.
Okay, since you're impatient, General Mi, let's go and get the Jinling Sand.
I am completely handing over my old background to you."
After following the Holy Judge to a place, everyone figured out where the Holy Judge's golden sand came from.
"I'm really blind!"
Shi Songtao slapped himself hard.
"I can't even see the Jinling sand right under my nose!
No wonder the prince uses Jinling Sand, it turns out he knows that there is Jinling Sand right in front of us!"
"Who would have thought that this palace was actually built with Jinling sand?"
Mi Ziwen, Meng Bai, Zhang Guoqing and others also said with emotion.
The Jinling Sand in the hands of the Holy Judge is surprisingly the same hall where he exchanged things before.
In other words, the whole hall was made of Jinling sand.
"At first, I was thinking about whether I could use other things to exchange for some Jinling sand in this hall."
The Holy Judge smiled and said, "But I have tried it. I don't know why, but since you came here, the exchange formation here has completely failed.
You can no longer redeem things.
Later, I accidentally discovered that the stone used in the construction of this hall was actually Jinling sand!
Pavilion Master Zhou had been to this place before, so he must have discovered it."
The Holy Judge glanced at Shi Songtao and smiled meaningfully.
Zhou Shu discovered this, but Shi Songtao did not. Otherwise, he, the Holy Judge, would not be able to take advantage of this.
They are both Weapon Masters, why is the gap so big?
Shi Songtao also looked ashamed.
He has actually been to this place before, more than once.
But he has never thought about what material this hall is made of.
Maybe this is the gap between myself and the Pavilion Master.
You can see the subtleties.
"Deputy Pavilion Master Shi."
Mi Ziwen didn't want to argue with the Holy Judge on this issue anymore, and said in a deep voice, "Is the Jinling sand here heavy enough?"
"That should be enough!"
Shi Songtao said seriously, "With these Jinling sand, we can start construction!"
"Okay, please!"
Mi Ziwen said with a serious expression.
……
"Boom"
Ever since Shi Songtao led the Weaponsmith of Huaxia Pavilion and began to forge divine weapons, the sound of thunder has been heard in the mysterious space.
Where they forged their soldiers, even though there was a clear sky mirror to isolate them, lightning and thunder could still be seen.
Although the Holy Judge was very curious about what magic weapon they were forging, he also knew the importance and did not bother Shi Songtao and the others at this time.
He and Sheng Wuchang have become the two most laid-back people in the entire space.
"Brother, what do you think they are busy with?"
Sheng Wuchang looked at the busy people of the ancestral land and said, "The whole world has been destroyed. Now, we must either find the transcendent and fight for the spiritual roots of heaven and earth, or we can wait for death in peace. Why are we still busy?" "What do you know?"
Sheng Sheng Wuchang rolled his eyes and said, "There is never a true desperate situation between heaven and earth.
The Way of Dayan is fifty, the one who escapes is one.
They are now seeking this escaped one."
"The one who escaped?"
Divine Impermanence looked confused.
"Just trying to survive in death."
The Holy Judge said.
"Is there really a way to survive?"
The sacred and impermanent way.
He feels that the entire world has been destroyed, and everything the humans in the ancestral land are doing now is just a desperate struggle.
Instead of doing this, it is better to fight the opponent vigorously.
You can die happily.
"Of course."
The Holy Judge said confidently, "It's not like you haven't come into contact with that person Zhou Shu.
Don’t you know what kind of person he is?
As long as he didn't die, the people of the ancestral land would still have a chance to survive.
Think about it, among the enemies of the Transcendent, which one of them, the Emperor of Heaven and Yang Zhitian, is not a genius and a stunning beauty?
They all died, but Zhou Shu went to fight the transcendental ones but did not die.
Anyway, no matter what he can do, I think it is normal."
"You put it that way, I do have some possibilities."
Shen Wuchang pondered and said, "Then should we do something?"
"No need."
The Holy Judge shook his head and said.
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly frowned slightly.
"Big brother?"
Seeing his expression, Shen Sheng Wuchang asked in confusion.
"It's okay."
The Holy Judge shook his head and said.
"Second brother, just wait here. If they need help, help them within your ability."
The Holy Judge pondered for a moment and then said, "I'm going to do something."
"Brother, what's the matter with you?"
Sheng Sheng Wuchang nodded and asked casually.
"We'll talk about it later."
The Holy Judge didn't say much and turned around to leave.
Sheng Wu Chang didn't think much about it. He, his elder brother, has this kind of personality and is too independent.
……
The Holy Judge appeared in the mysterious space where the main hall was.
The main hall has been completely demolished, and only the remaining traces on the ground can vaguely show that there was a magnificent palace here.
"Shi Songtao and those guys really dig deep into the ground."
Looking at the traces on the ground, the Holy Judge muttered.
"Come out!"
After a moment of silence, the Holy Judge shouted in a low voice, "Don't be so sneaky. There are only so many people in this mysterious space. Do you think I can't find you?"
The reason why the Holy Judge appears here is because he just heard a voice in his ear.
It was that voice that told him to come here.
Although I don’t know who the owner of that voice is, the Holy Judge still came.
He was very curious as to who would call him here so sneakily.
Is it possible that there are traitors among the people of the ancestral land?
There was no one around and there was no sound.
The Holy Judge frowned. Could someone be making such a silly joke to him?
It shouldn’t be.
To be able to convey the voice to him without him noticing, the other party at least has divine cultivation.
There are only a few sacred things in the entire ancestral land human race.
He checked one by one and found out who was playing this kind of joke on him.
Besides, everyone in the Ancestral Human Race is so busy now, who would have the time to make such a joke with him?
Is it because the Holy Judge is too idle?
"Humph!"
The Holy Judge snorted coldly, "If you don't come out, don't blame me for making a big fuss.
There are only a few saints in the ancestral land human race, and not many people dare to make such a joke with me!
This is not fun at all!"
"Swish"
As soon as the Holy Judge finished speaking, suddenly, a soft swishing sound came from the ground.
The Holy Judge looked down and saw that where the barter formation was originally located, there seemed to be an invisible pen writing.
On the ground, words appeared one by one.
The divine judge’s penis suddenly shrank.
He found no trace of anyone, and there was no power fluctuation around him.
How did the other party do it?
How can someone hide their own perception?
Then if he suddenly launched a sneak attack on me, wouldn't it be difficult for him to avoid it?
In an instant, he was already on alert.
The power within the body circulates slowly, and the magic weapon is ready to go.
He lowered his head and looked at the words on the ground.
"Zhou Shu, Lord Zhou Pavilion!"
The holy judge's heart instantly stirred up a storm, and his facial expression changed drastically.
All I could see was the ground, and a few words appeared.
"Judge, I am Zhou Shu!"
The Holy Judge has just thought about many possibilities, but he has never thought of this one.
According to their speculation, Zhou Shu should be trapped somewhere and unable to escape.
Otherwise, he must have come back long ago.
Moreover, if Zhou Shu wants to contact the people of his ancestral land, he must go through the magic weapon Haotian Mirror.
What is going on now?
"How do you prove that you are Zhou Shu?"
The Holy Judge observed the surroundings vigilantly, but still found no trace of anyone.
He shouted in a low voice.
"I need you to do something for me."
On the ground, words are still emerging.
"Humph, this kind of behavior is really like Zhou Shu. Regardless of whether I believe it or not, he just gives orders directly!"
The holy judge kept mumbling.
"I have a magic trick that I need you to use when you cast the magic weapon in Huaxia Pavilion."
Texts continue to emerge on the ground one by one.
The holy judge seemed to hear Zhou Shu's voice talking to himself.
He felt a little helpless.
This guy Zhou Shu clearly doesn't even know where he is, yet he still orders him to do things like this.
But for some reason, he still had the urge to do what he said.
Although he also had doubts and doubts in his heart.
The text on the ground keeps appearing and then disappearing.
The Holy Judge stared at the ground without blinking, remembering the magic formula firmly in his heart.
That magic formula is extremely responsible, but it is not a problem for the Holy Judge.
For a holy and powerful man, mastering such a technique is just a blink of an eye.
By the time the Holy Judge memorized the formula, he had already mastered it naturally.
Moreover, he still deduced the power of this magic formula in his mind.
"This method has no power at all."
The holy judge frowned.
The text on the ground no longer appears.
It seems as if Zhou Shu has left.
"Hey!"
The Holy Judge said loudly, "Pavilion Master Zhou, are you still there?
Write another word and say it."
After a while, there was still no movement on the ground.
The Holy Judge knows that there should be no more words.
"What the hell is Zhou Shu doing?"
The Holy Judge looked thoughtful, "He asked Shi Songtao and the others to cast the Haotian Mirror for communication.
If there is something, why doesn't he convey it through Haotian Mirror?
Moreover, why is he looking for me?
What is this magic formula used for?"
The holy judge's heart is full of doubts.
He even had some doubts that the person who wrote these words might not be Zhou Shu.
But if it’s not Zhou Shu, then who is it?
Could it be possible that he could still be a transcendent person, pretending to be Zhou Shu?
With the arrogance of a transcendent person, it is even more impossible to do such a thing.
The Holy Judge thought about it over and over, but couldn't think of a reason why he came.
"When Shi Songtao and the others build the magic weapon, use this magic trick."
The Holy Judge said to himself, "Could it be that this method is to destroy their weapons?
No, since the divine weapon has been forged, it must not have been destroyed.
Could it be said that this magic formula is to capture the divine weapon?
If it was to seize the divine weapon, then the person who wrote it must not be Zhou Shu.
Otherwise, he doesn't need to be like this, the magic weapon is his.
But this method doesn’t feel like it’s used to capture divine weapons.
If it is not used to capture the divine weapons, then what is its use?
Zhou Shu chose to let me perform it, isn’t it because there are any dangers in using this technique?”
After this idea came to his mind, the more the Holy Judge thought about it, the more likely it became.
Although the Holy Judge, the divine weapon that Shi Songtao and the others are forging, doesn't know what it looks like, the Holy Judge knows exactly what it is used for.
It is used to deal with the spiritual roots of heaven and earth!
If you think about it, you know that when the magic weapon comes into play, it will inevitably cause a backlash from the spiritual roots of heaven and earth.
Shi Songtao, the Weapon Master of Huaxia Pavilion, and even Mi Ziwen, Meng Bai and others are all direct descendants of Zhou Shu.
Only myself and them can only be regarded as collaborators at best.
If there is any dangerous job, isn't it obvious who Zhou Shu will choose?
"I said Master Zhou, as human beings, we can't be like this."
The holy judges all muttered, "If you have a dangerous job, let me do it?
Do you believe it or not, I taught this technique to Shi Songtao and the others so that they can do it?"
As soon as these words came out, the Holy Judge felt a chill in his back.
A feeling of extreme danger suddenly surged into my heart.
"Just kidding, just kidding."
The Holy Judge immediately laughed and said.
He was also extremely shocked.
He knew very well that the dangerous feeling just now was not an illusion.
Is Zhou Shu already so strong?
He doesn't know how far away he is from him, but he can actually give himself such a dangerous feeling?
Doesn't that mean that if it were face to face, he could easily kill himself?
"Pavilion Master Zhou, this is unfair."
The Holy Judge sighed.
How to play this?
Do you have to do this matter whether you do it or not?
This is clearly a duck racket.
Is it great to be strong?
Can you force others to take risks?
Well, if you are strong, you are amazing.
The Holy Judge sighed helplessly.
If you are not as strong as others, what else can you do?
If he really dares to trick the people of the Ancestral Land Human Race, Zhou Shu will definitely not be able to forgive him when he comes back one day.
He doesn't even need to come back, it could cost him his life.
The Holy Judge did not understand at all how Zhou Shu was able to use words to convey the message.
From an infinite distance away, he was able to write directly on the ground.
And the dangerous feeling just now also has a fatal feeling.
"It seems that I still have to use this technique."
The holy judge wants to cry but has no tears.
If he had known earlier, he would not be so curious.
Why did you come here?
If he didn't come, could he still give him orders?
But think about it, even if he doesn't come, he should have other options.
What kind of strength he has now, I can't guess at all.
"Pavilion Master Zhou!"
The Holy Judge didn't know if Zhou Shu could hear it, but he just said viciously, "I can do it.
Whatever the risk, I’ll take it!
But I’m the first to say ugly things. I’m a person who never suffers.
No matter how much risk I take, I will get as much benefit as possible!
Otherwise, don’t blame me for doing something irrational!”
After saying this, the Holy Judge looked nervous.
After a while, he didn't feel any danger.
He breathed a long sigh of relief.
He knew that Zhou Shu had given him a promise.
The greater the danger, the greater the benefit.
Although the Holy Judge was slandering, he still trusted Zhou Shu's character.
Since Zhou Shu made such a promise, he believed it.
"The risk in this matter is definitely not small."
The Holy Judge said to himself, "I don't know how great the benefits will be if it is really done."
Thinking about it this way, he felt a little excited.
But no matter how many benefits there are, you have to live to get them.
"Pavilion Master Zhou just asked me to do this, but he didn't say that I couldn't protect myself."
The Holy Judge all muttered, "For such a dangerous matter, it's okay for me to prepare some means of self-protection, right?"
Although the world is devastated, the Holy Judge still doesn’t want to die.
After gathering himself, the Holy Judge waited for a while.
After confirming that no more words appeared, the Holy Judge left there.
……
"Brother, are you back?"
Sheng Wuchang noticed the return of the Holy Judge and said casually, "I discovered that the magic weapon Shi Songtao and the others are going to forge is amazing."
"How did you find out?"
The holy judge said absentmindedly.
Through the isolation of the Haotian Mirror, they could not clearly see the specific situation inside.
"I counted and found that the amount of weapon-making materials transported in just one day is an astronomical number."
Shen Wuchang said with a wise face, "I have seen the weapon forging master cast weapons before, but I have never consumed so many weapons-making materials.
The weapon-making materials consumed in this day are enough to cast an original divine weapon.
And I also inquired about it and said that the materials they prepared for making weapons are hundreds of times more than these!"
"It's all nonsense."
The Holy Judge rolled his eyes and said, is there any need to say this?
"Second brother, don't worry about whatever magic weapons they forge."
The Holy Judge said seriously, "There is something I want to explain to you.
Listen carefully, if one day I die, you must collect me as a corpse, and then find a way to find Pavilion Master Zhou Shu and Zhou to resurrect me!"
"Brother, how did you die?"
The holy judge looked puzzled, and then said sternly, "If I die, I will die first. Before I die, no one can harm you!"