The Plane Lottery System of the Pantheon

Lin Yueru was suddenly covered by Zhang Chen's mouth and was about to resist, when messy footsteps suddenly came from outside the cellar.

Zhang Chen's spiritual consciousness was released instantly, and the scene of the entire Baihe Village appeared in Zhang Chen's mind.

Zhang Chen summoned the Xuanyuan Sword and turned his head to look at Han Xianyi, "You said these people can still be saved, right?"

Han Xianyi was startled by the sudden appearance of the Xuanyuan Sword and nodded subconsciously.

After getting the answer, Zhang Chen let go of Lin Yueru, "Stay here with Han Xianyi and the others."

After saying that, he opened the cellar and rushed out.

As soon as Zhang Chen came out of the cellar, he flew directly into the sky. The light emitted by the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand was extremely bright at night.

The living dead who returned to Baihe Village also discovered Zhang Chen in the sky at this time, and rushed towards Zhang Chen in a swarm.

Zhang Chen looked at the living dead who were getting more and more under his feet, and suddenly swung the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand fiercely downwards, and a sword light that was much brighter than usual shot into the pile of living dead.

The sword light spread out directly in the air, turning into a white spot of light, falling from the sky, pressing all the living dead to the ground.

The living dead who touched the white light were like patients with Parkinson's disease. After a twitch, they unconsciously lay on the ground. When they fell to the ground, their bodies were also twitching unconsciously. It seemed that they would not be able to get up for a while.

At this time, Zhang Chen's consciousness found that there was a red line on the head of each living dead. The red line was very special. If it were not for Zhang Chen's consciousness, he would not be able to see the red line at all. Zhang Chen looked and found that the end of all the red lines led directly to the mountains in the distance.

At this time, Lin Yueru and Han Xianyi also came out. Seeing the living dead twitching all over the ground, their eyes were full of shock.

"You two keep an eye on these people. They will not wake up for a while. I'm going to the mountains." Zhang Chen said to the two in the air, and immediately flew to the end of the red line.

Following the red line, Zhang Chen quickly traveled through the air and soon arrived in front of a cave.

"What a strong evil aura... but it's not a demonic aura, nor is it a karmic obstacle. What is this aura?"

In Zhang Chen's consciousness, the entire cave entrance was constantly leaking out a trace of black aura. The black aura gave Zhang Chen a feeling of blood and killing.

Affected by this aura, Zhang Chen found that the surrounding grass had withered, and there was no plant within a ten-meter radius of the cave.

Zhang Chen took out a few talismans from the space and directly pasted them around the entire cave entrance. After pasting the talismans, the black air finally stopped leaking out.

"Let's go in and see first." Zhang Chen is also a skilled and bold person.

After all, Zhang Chen is now one of the few masters in this world. After breaking through the foundation, Zhang Chen's strength has also increased several times.

The aura in the cave is even stronger. Zhang Chen has been in it for a long time and feels that illusions are constantly flashing in his mind.

After discovering this situation, Zhang Chen pasted several evil-repelling talismans on his body. When he found that the black aura could not affect him, Zhang Chen went deeper again.

However, this time Zhang Chen was much more careful. He did not even hold the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand, but suspended it in the air. Zhang Chen was pinching the sword formula in his hand at any time.

The cave was tilted downward. The deeper he went, the heavier the bloody smell became. Zhang Chen's face became more solemn. In the end, Zhang Chen had to narrow the range of his spiritual sense, because in Zhang Chen's spiritual sense, the surroundings were completely submerged in blood red.

Fortunately, it seemed that the front should be coming to an end.

Sure enough, suddenly the surrounding space was suddenly clear. This place was like an underground palace. There were complicated patterns on the ground. There was red liquid in the patterns. The liquid was still flowing. Zhang Chen picked up a strand with the Xuanyuan Sword and sniffed it. His face changed.

"Blood."

Zhang Chen looked into the depths of the cave. In the depths of the cave, a high platform was constantly oozing red blood.

The blood gushed out from the high platform and covered the surroundings along the pattern.

Zhang Chen saw that the surrounding scene was a bit strange, and was about to retreat to observe, but suddenly a light red curtain of light rose from the ground around him, covering the entire cave.

"Since you are here, why don't you play a little more?"

A strange sound came from the platform. As the sound appeared, more blood flowed down, and soon the grooves on the ground were full, and blood began to surge to the ground.

Zhang Chen flew in the air with his sword and finally saw the whole picture of the platform.

This is not a platform, it is clearly a pool of blood.

In the center of the blood pool, a group of dark red unidentified objects kept twisting and bulging, and soon a humanoid monster made of blood appeared in front of Zhang Chen.

"Are you a demon?" Zhang Chen felt the breath of the monster and felt that he could still deal with it, so he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Demon? Humph, you actually said that I, the Red Ghost King, am that kind of low-level creature. It seems that I have not been active for too long, and people have forgotten the fear of being dominated by me!" As the monster spoke, the deep red blood kept changing, and soon a blood-red armor appeared. The armor was a full-body armor, and even the fingers were tightly wrapped except for the face. Zhang Chen looked at the face, and a face that looked like a mummy was looking at Zhang Chen.

"Then you are a demon?" Zhang Chen raised his eyebrows after hearing what the Red Ghost King said.

The Red Ghost King saw that Zhang Chen was trapped here and had the leisure to ask himself questions, and snorted twice in dissatisfaction, "Aren't you afraid of me?"

Zhang Chen rolled his eyes.

I'm afraid of you, your cultivation is not as high as mine!

Perhaps because he saw Zhang Chen rolling his eyes, or perhaps because he felt Zhang Chen's contempt, the Red Ghost King suddenly raised a blood pool, and a blood column rushed straight to Zhang Chen's front.

"I hate your expression!"

Zhang Chen felt the incoming attack, shook his head helplessly, and did not even use the Xuanyuan Sword. He just blocked the attack of the blood column with a spiritual shield in front of him.

I really don't know where this Red Ghost King got the courage to be so arrogant.

Zhang Chen then shot out a sword energy, directly cutting the Red Ghost King in half.

The Red Ghost King cried and howled, turned into a pool of blood again, and fell into the blood pool.

Zhang Chen opened his spiritual sense and found that the breath of the Red Ghost King was still there, and he couldn't help but wonder.

"Why are you not dead yet?"

"Want to kill me? Come and try!" As he spoke, a pool of deep red blood condensed and bulged in the blood pool again.

Zhang Chen did not wait for the Red Ghost King to take shape, and once again dispersed it with a sword energy.

"It's useless..."

Soon another pool of blood rose.

Zhang Chen learned his lesson this time, and used the same trick he used to deal with the living dead. He dispersed the blood with his sword energy, and completely obliterated the pool of blood.

But Zhang Chen frowned.

The aura of the Red Ghost King was still there...

Soon, another pool of blood rose from the pool of blood, "You can't kill me, give up! I've let you hit me so many times, it's time to let you taste the power of the blood formation!"