The Plane Lottery System of the Pantheon

The fat man slightly raised his spirits, opened his eyes and looked towards the door.

The noisy sound only lasted for a while, and then there was no sound. Just when the fat man was about to look away, the closed door was instantly blown open.

A gust of dust was swirling at the door.

A strange voice of the fat man came from the dust, "Boss, it should be here, the blood bottle reacts more strongly."

The fat man just flashed through his mind who this guy was, and a voice he had been waiting for for a long time came from the dust.

"Got it, save people quickly!"

As soon as Zhang Chen finished speaking, he waved his hand lightly, and the dust around him was instantly cleared.

The fat man tied to the pillar suddenly felt his nose sour when he saw Zhang Chen coming, "Brother Zhang."

Zhang Chen saw the fat man's miserable appearance and didn't say much, "Can you still move?"

The fat man endured the severe pain in his body and nodded vigorously.

Zhang Chen smiled slightly, "Sorry, I'm late."

The fat man shook his head.

After Zhang Chen used Xuanyuan Sword to cut the rope that tied the fat man, he found that the rope also had a formation, which was obviously a magic weapon, but now that it was cut by Zhang Chen's sword, it was no longer useful.

After putting the fat man down, Zhang Chen found that the fat man was seriously injured.

Without any hesitation, Zhang Chen immediately took out the spiritual wine, "Drink it quickly, and your injuries will heal faster after drinking it."

The fat man felt the surging spiritual energy in the spiritual wine, and shook his head with a wry smile, "It's useless." As he said that, the fat man turned his body with difficulty, allowing Zhang Chen to see the two hideous wounds on the shoulder blade behind him.

Zhang Chen's face changed after seeing the two wounds. Without careful observation, he could tell that the two wounds had damaged the meridians. Thinking of this, Zhang Chen lifted the fat man's right hand, and after a trace of sword energy was probed into it, he found that the meridians of the fat man's body had been broken.

Seeing this situation, Zhang Chen's face was gloomy, "These five people from the Divine Weapon Pavilion are looking for death!"

The fat man wanted to say something but was quickly stopped by Zhang Chen, "Don't talk for now, take a rest!" Then Zhang Chen turned his head and said to Voldemort, "You send Fatty to a safe place outside safely. I'll find you after I finish dealing with things here."

Voldemort nodded, "I know, boss." After that, he took out his wand and pointed it at Fatty, and Fatty instantly floated in the air.

After Voldemort took Fatty out, Zhang Chen walked out of the room and looked at the room on the top floor in the corridor.

"The Five Heroes of the Divine Weapon Pavilion? It seems that I need to talk to you about life." A trace of murderous intent flashed in Zhang Chen's eyes.

Since entering the world of Harry Potter, Zhang Chen has never had the intention to kill anyone. Of course, on the one hand, it is because there is no need. After all, there is nothing in the world of Harry Potter that can threaten Zhang Chen. On the other hand, it is because those who offend Zhang Chen are all some forces, and even if they kill, they can't raise Zhang Chen's murderous intent, but this time is different.

Zhang Chen couldn't stand the repeated provocations and the fact that the fat man was injured like this.

At the top of the Shenbing Pavilion, the backbones of the Shenbing Pavilion and the five heroes of the Shenbing Pavilion were having a meeting.

Wang Bing glanced at everyone present, "Everyone, I just received a message from our ancestor, asking us to find someone in the Land of the Falling God."

The subordinates looked at each other, not knowing what Wang Bing was up to.

Wang Bing saw his subordinates with puzzled faces and continued, "This person should be from a large force. You have all been in Tianque City for such a long time, and you must know something about the people here. I don't know much about the situation, and the information passed by the old Pavilion Master is also very limited. The only information I know is that this person may be using a special stick weapon."

Wang Bing was talking, and his heart trembled when he heard about stick weapons.

I don't know why Liu Bo always felt that he seemed to have seen this kind of weapon somewhere.

You should know that among the cultivators, there are not many people who use weapons like sticks, or it is relatively rare, because for cultivators, weapons are not only for fighting, but more likely to be used to perform Taoist magic or use moves. For many cultivators, the role of weapons is an amplifier, or a transmitter, to amplify the power of their own spells.

And stick-like magic tools or weapons are not as easy to use as magic swords or knives and guns, because there is no edge, and the power is reduced by one point when using magic power.

Where have I seen it? Liu Bo frowned and thought.

At this time, Wang Bing saw that everyone shook their heads, and he also felt a headache. This was something that the old pavilion master specifically instructed. If he couldn't find it, his status in the pavilion might suffer a big blow in the future.

"Since you can't think of it, send more people to search! Anyone who uses a stick must not be spared. Once found, immediately and politely invite them over. Do not neglect them. Do you understand?"

The people present said, "I understand!"

Wang Bing nodded with satisfaction, "Okay, disperse..." Before Wang Bing finished speaking, there was a loud bang, and the bronze door at the door instantly flew towards Wang Bing's door.

Because it was a meeting room, everyone was sitting on both sides, so they all escaped safely. The main reason was that the speed of the door was too fast. Even if they could react, they could only resist it, because it was too late to dodge.

The same was true for Wang Bing. Although he reacted to the change, it was too late to dodge.

Wang Bing opened his eyes wide and looked at the ever-expanding bronze door. He instantly condensed a spiritual energy in his right hand and hit the bronze door with a palm, hoping to slow down the momentum of the bronze door.

However, Wang Bing obviously underestimated the strength of the bronze door. The force of the blow on the bronze door directly caused Wang Bing to spit out a mouthful of blood. Then the bronze door led Wang Bing to rush back, and finally It hit the wall straight.

The four people from the Shenbing Pavilion sitting nearby stood up immediately, "Senior brother!"

"Brother, are you okay?"

Only Liu Bo turned to look at the door at this time, "Who is it? How brave!"

A voice came from the door.

"Why bother? I didn't want to be like this. We can all compete, so why bother killing them all? Are you so aggressive? I just want to see how powerful the Immortal Wall is. Why do some miscellaneous fish dare to come to me? Trouble!"

As the word "trouble" came, everyone present felt their hearts beating wildly, and there was a chilling atmosphere in the surrounding air. At this time, Zhang Chen slowly walked in with Xuanyuan Sword in hand.

As Zhang Chen gradually approached, everyone in the room couldn't help but feel chills in their hearts.