Chapter 1866 - 1908: The Execution Pen Returns

Jiang Fan’s eyelids twitched violently, startled greatly.

This was the palm of a Boundary Master’s hand, and it was very likely Hua Xin’s!

Any subtle movement contained world-ending might!

Fortunately, the little finger only shifted slightly, then remained still.

Jiang Fan realized, "It seems this palm requires holy power to be fully opened."

Looking at the gap revealed by the little finger’s movement, Jiang Fan curiously peered inside.

A hint of blood-red viscous liquid appeared.

"Blood-red? What is this? Boundary Master’s blood? But it doesn’t carry the expected immense pressure."

Jiang Fan mumbled, and suddenly, he recalled something, his body shuddering violently!

He grasped the Execution Pen in his palm!

His eyes sparkled with excitement.

Because he had already guessed what this was!

Execution Pen... ink!!!

However, he needed to verify this first.

He took out the Space Mirror, and with a thought, Hua Xin was teleported out.

She maintained the posture of lying down reading a book, still clenching a Yin Qi radish in her mouth.

Unprepared, she fell to the ground.

"What’s going on? Hell Realm has come to ransom me?" Hua Xin said discontentedly.

Jiang Fan said, "There’s a murder case, you need to identify the corpse, it’s your duty, please cooperate."

Hua Xin climbed up, patted her backside, and raised her eyebrows high: "What corpse? I’ve killed many."

Jiang Fan took out a woman’s hand, fair as jade, and said, "Can you identify whose it is?"

Before Hua Xin even looked, her body shuddered violently.

Feeling something vaguely, she shot her gaze over, surprised, "Isn’t this my hand?"

"Hey, where did you get this from?"

"I remember it fell in the Heavenly Realm!"

Hua Xin hadn’t expected to identify a corpse only to find her own body.

Jiang Fan inwardly affirmed.

This was indeed Hua Xin’s hand.

He further asked, "What’s being held in the palm?"

Hua Xin’s eyes rolled slyly, saying, "How should I remember?"

"It’s been ten thousand years since then, perhaps it’s just a handful of dirt."

Jiang Fan nodded lightly, holding the brush, and gently probing the soft brush tip into the finger gap, the blood-red viscous liquid being rapidly absorbed by the tip.

In no time, half of the brush head was dyed red.

And the viscous liquid revealed in the finger gap had all been absorbed.

It looked as if it had activated halfway.

"Since you don’t remember, let me help you recall." Jiang Fan started writing the word "death" on Hua Xin, holding the Execution Pen.

Just the first move was extremely difficult, as if writing with a mountain in his grip.

It felt exactly the same as when he first mastered the Execution Pen!

That’s the feeling!

The Execution Pen, had returned!

Hua Xin breathed in cold air, quickly curled up to hug Jiang Fan’s leg: "No, husband, I remember now, remember everything!"

"The Execution Pen is divided into two parts, one is the pen in husband’s hand, the other is the ink."

"Inside this hand is the ink, able to grind out ink."

"Don’t kill me, I’m also your Boundary Master’s wife, can’t be partial."

Jiang Fan’s face was full of excitement.

No wonder he always felt the Execution Pen’s power didn’t match the world artifact’s reputation, because its full power was determined by the ink.

He put away the pen, looking at the hand he was gripping tightly, asking, "Can you open this palm?"

Hua Xin shook her head miserably: "I’m merely a remnant soul, how could I open it?"

"A discarded body is already a stranger to a remnant soul, no longer able to be controlled."

"Otherwise, I would directly take back my body from the Bronze Hall and return to the Boundary Master!"

That’s also true.

It’s the same principle as human clan possession, only being able to possess others’ bodies, but not re-enter one’s own corpse.

Wait!

Jiang Fan’s eyes narrowed: "What did you just say?"

"Your body is in the Bronze Hall?"

Hua Xin replied, "Yes, it’s in the abyss of Hell’s root, didn’t you see it?"

Her eyes hid a playful look.

Bastard, only realized now? Regretting it? Oversaw it? Didn’t know that the Bronze Hall was a treasure?

Hmph!

Even if you know, it’s useless, the Bronze Hall is suppressed by my body, no one can move it!

However, Hua Xin was left dumbfounded.

Jiang Fan picked up the Tai Chu Prison Sky Gourd, with a faintly visible thin chain at the mouth, connecting to a Space Storage Device in Jiang Fan’s hand.

He took out the Space Storage Device, saying, "Take a look, is it the one inside."

Hua Xin sent her consciousness inside for a look, her two eyeballs almost popped out.

But looking inside the Space Storage Device, there’s a massive Bronze Hall, being suppressed by a Hell Soul Bell on top.

Thud—

Hua Xin kneeled down, feeling a strong urge to puke blood: "You... you moved my dwelling over!"

She had actually forgotten, Jiang Fan had two world artifacts, and with world artifacts, one could suppress the Bronze Hall and take it away!

Jiang Fan retrieved the Space Storage Device, nodding: "

"I think you shouldn’t return to Hell Realm."

"Anyway, I’ve already moved your home here for you."

You...

Hua Xin’s vision darkened, stumbling back into the Space Mirror, lying on the ground without wanting to say a word.

She never believed in destiny.

But now she believed.

Turns out, there really could be someone destined to overcome her, and overcome her utterly at that!

Jiang Fan carefully put away the Execution Pen.

Gaining a lethal weapon!

Once the Execution Pen imbued with the new ink is unleashed, what kind of power will it exhibit?

Back in Core Formation Realm, he had used the Execution Pen to kill Bai Yu, a Five Apertures Nascent Soul.

Now, at Divinity Transformation Three Declines, what kind of might could he draw out with the reclaimed Execution Pen?

Another trump card against the Young Emperor!

But that’s not all!

Jiang Fan looked at the Tai Chu Prison Sky Gourd in his hand, since it had absorbed the laws from the Immortal King’s Undying Bell.

The Dark Nine Prisons Asura Emperor stuck at the gourd’s mouth was finally completely absorbed!

The function of the Tai Chu Prison Sky Gourd wasn’t merely to capture the enemy.

The most important feature was, by shaking it three times, it could transform into the so-called "Taichu Seed"!

Previously, he had captured the Netherworld King, Heavenly Sword, and Streaming Edge Wilderness, but they possessed greater value, so he hadn’t shaken them into seeds.

Unlike the Dark Nine Prisons Asura Emperor before him.

Both extremely dangerous and with no one to ransom him, naturally suited to be made into seed!

Without further hesitation, Jiang Fan silently recited "Ghost Seven Asura Emperor," shaking the Tai Chu Prison Sky Gourd.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh~

It sounded like water washing, accompanied by Ghost Seven Asura Emperor’s miserable screams.

Soon.

It seemed as if the Tai Chu Prison Sky Gourd burped, spitting out a thumb-sized black seed from its mouth.

Inside, a miniature figure of Ghost Seven Asura Emperor was faintly visible.

Jiang Fan picked it up, a stream of information flooded into his mind.

"One Dark Nine Prisons Asura Emperor Taichu Seed, once activated, can grow dark spores, burrow into an enemy’s body, controlling them as a puppet."

"Effective against Nine Prisons, Nine Suns, Nine Wings, Three Declines Sages."

Jiang Fan inhaled sharply.

This... this was truly the full-force strike of the Dark Nine Prisons Asura Emperor!

If used wisely, he could even have a Three Declines Sage as a puppet!!!