The Plane Lottery System of the Pantheon

Voldemort nodded after hearing Zhang Chen's words. He lightly tapped the wand on the two of them, and two black lights rushed out instantly.

The two of them were hit directly by the black light without even having time to react. Their bodies were hit hard against the wall and they fell to the ground unconscious.

Voldemort withdrew his wand and said calmly, "Mission accomplished."

Zhang Chen nodded with satisfaction, "Well done."

To be honest, Zhang Chen was also a little surprised. Voldemort's attack before had little effect on Zhang Chen. After all, the two were not of the same magnitude, but now Voldemort's attack has undergone earth-shaking changes.

I don’t know how Voldemort did it. If Zhang Chen read it correctly, Voldemort should have integrated the aura with his own magic to a certain extent, allowing the aura to greatly strengthen his own magic, thus retaining the magic. The original advantage, but also the power has become greater due to the increase in spiritual energy.

After getting rid of these two people, Zhang Chen instantly activated his consciousness and found that the entire basement was covered with formations, and apart from the two people who had already been eliminated, there was no third person.

At this time, Voldemort also took out the blood bottle he had made before. After looking at it for a while, he said to Zhang Chen, "There is no fat man here."

Zhang Chen nodded, "Go up, we'll find out later when we arrest someone and ask."

After the two came out of the basement, at least twenty people were already standing in the hall outside.

One of them, an old man who looked a bit old, walked out from the group, looked at Zhang Chen and said solemnly, "Your Excellency, you are so brave, you dared to break into the Shenbing Pavilion without permission, and even injured our people in the Shenbing Pavilion. !”

Zhang Chen saw that this old man should be a talkative person here, so he did not argue with the old man, "Seeing as you are a manager, you should know where the fat man in the basement is? Tell me, and I will spare your life." ”

The old man didn't expect that Zhang Chen would be so arrogant in front of so many people in the Shenbing Pavilion. He couldn't help but be a little angry. At the same time, he also knew the purpose of Zhang Chen coming to the Shenbing Pavilion. "How dare you say that in the Shenbing Pavilion." Kuangyan! The fat man you are looking for has been tortured to death by us! Go down and accompany him!" After the old man finished speaking, he waved his hand and all the people behind him took out various magical weapons. Started to attack Zhang Chen and Voldemort.

In an instant, the spiritual energy in the entire hall rioted, and more than a dozen attacks condensed by Taoism, mixed with these sword lights and magic weapons, hit Zhang Chen.

Zhang Chen's face darkened when he saw this scene, "Seeking death!" The Xuanyuan Sword in his hand was just about to be taken, when Voldemort on the side said, "Boss, let me try these people."

Zhang Chen was stunned for a moment and then nodded, "Okay."

Voldemort took a step forward, pointing his wand to the sky and turning a deaf ear to the coming attack.

In less than a second, Voldemort shouted softly, "Drink!"

Following Voldemort's soft drink, Voldemort's wand instantly sent out waves of ripples, and the ripples rushed towards Voldemort.

The ripples looked unhappy, but strangely they arrived in front of everyone very quickly.

The old man standing in front felt a pain in his head as soon as he came into contact with the ripples. His soul was shocked. His face changed and he yelled behind him, "Attention, the soul is attacking!"

But the old man's words were a bit late. At this time, Voldemort's attack had already reached the person behind him, and it was too late to think of anything to do.

In just an instant, the various attacks that were originally coming in the air were defeated instantly. Several magic weapons were scattered on the ground, and various Taoist techniques and sword lights staggered here and there, but none of them hit Voldemort and Zhang Chen.

Zhang Chen felt happy when he saw this scene from behind.

This time Zhang Chen saw clearly that Voldemort's attack was not actually a spiritual attack, but should be called a soul attack, because there was no aura in this attack, so although the power of this attack was weakened, But it is even more difficult to defend against. You can't even imagine what kind of attack it is when the attack is not close.

Moreover, Zhang Chen also noticed that compared with the previous attack, Voldemort's attack was obviously more powerful.

Zhang Chen estimated that this should be an effect that only appeared after Voldemort improved.

Zhang Chen was thinking about it, and the only person in front of Voldemort was the old man.

Even standing, the old man was a little shaky. He covered his forehead and pointed at Voldemort, "You... you can actually attack with the soul..." The old man's voice was trembling as he spoke. It was obvious that the old man's soul was I was shocked and couldn't fight for a while.

Zhang Chen didn't talk nonsense and walked up to the old man, "Tell me, where is the fat man? I only give you one chance. If you don't tell me this time, you will never have to tell me again."

When the old man spoke, Zhang Chen knew that the old man was not sincere. If the fat man was really dead, someone would definitely know something. At least someone should have seen the body being carried out or buried. But Zhang Chen asked before After walking around but no one knew, Zhang Chen knew that this group of people might have other plans.

Even if it was really necessary to kill the fat man, in such a short period of time, Zhang Chen estimated that the fat man would only be locked up here for one day. Since he was locked up, he had a certain value. It was impossible to kill the fat man in one day.

Sure enough, the old man couldn't hold it anymore after seeing Zhang Chen's cold eyes, "I said, I said, the fat man was taken to a room upstairs. It was originally said that he would be executed today, but suddenly an emergency meeting was held, so the fat man was just sent there."

Zhang Chen thought to himself, it was true.

After asking the old man about the specific location of the fat man, Zhang Chen knocked the old man to the ground with a palm, turned his head and said to Voldemort, "Let's go upstairs!"

On the other side, in a room similar to a hall upstairs, on a high platform, the fat man was tied to a stone pillar with an unknown rope. Suddenly, he frowned and slowly opened his eyes.

In a daze, the fat man found that he was tied here, and there was a sharp pain in many parts of his body. The most painful place was the shoulder blades on both sides of the body. At the same time, the fat man wanted to use the spiritual energy, but when he used it, he found that his meridians were painful. In an instant, the fat man knew that all his meridians were interrupted.

In a trance, the fat man felt desperate.

I am now at the mercy of others, even my meridians are broken, even if I go out, I will be almost a cripple. I didn't expect that I was just in a momentary impulse, and finally died in such a remote place.

"Grandpa, this time I really know I was wrong, but it's a pity that I will not have the opportunity to serve you in the future..."

Just when the fat man was mumbling in a daze, suddenly a noisy sound came from outside the door.