The Plane Lottery System of the Pantheon

The generals present were all drunk, but after the voice came, everyone's face showed a trace of unnaturalness. Some even frowned and broke into cold sweat. It was obvious that they were in great pain.

Zhang Chen's consciousness was instantly released from his body. He glanced around the entire military camp and found that almost all the soldiers were lying on the bed limply. Some of them were even in a state of unconsciousness.

"It looks more serious than I thought." Zhang Chen's face showed a trace of solemnity.

Originally, Zhang Chen thought about going directly to check the source of the sound, but now that he saw the state of the entire military camp, Zhang Chen knew that he had to do something first, otherwise, 50% of these soldiers might not even be able to stay up tonight. Don't go there.

Thinking of Zhang Chen, he stood up and walked out of the military tent.

Zhang Chen walked all the way in the military camp. Every soldier's tent was quiet, but Zhang Chen could feel the pain and numbness of the soldiers inside even without using his spiritual consciousness.

In the sky where Zhang Chen walked, there would be an inconspicuous drop of water falling from the sky and disappearing out of thin air.

Zhang Chen walked back and forth in the military camp and returned to the starting point again. After feeling the howl that echoed throughout the military camp, Zhang Chen's clothes instantly bulged.

"Get up!" Zhang Chen's face was solemn, and he let out a clear whistle. In an instant, the entire military camp where Zhang Chen walked was bursting with brilliance. These brilliance were originally little by little, but soon turned into strips. Lines, and under the control of Zhang Chen Yuanshen, instantly connected into a complex pattern.

The moment the pattern was formed, the sounds that originally echoed in the military camp disappeared instantly. The soldiers and generals who were being tortured instantly showed relaxed expressions on their faces and fell into a deep sleep.

Zhang Chen checked with his consciousness and found that there were no mistakes before quietly walking out of the entire camp.

Just after walking out of the camp, the howl that penetrated into the soul rang out. Zhang Chen frowned and directly attached his sword energy to his ears, and the sound suddenly disappeared without a trace.

At the gate of the military camp, Zhang Chen felt the fluctuations in his soul and then rushed towards the direction where the fluctuations came from.

In the center of the battlefield where the two armies were fighting, two pieces of black mist were continuously gathering in the air, invisible to the naked eye. As the two pieces of black mist approached each other, there were sounds like fingers scratching on the glass. , the strange thing is that this sound can't be heard when heard close by, but when it is far away, it turns into bursts of howling-like sounds.

In the center of the black mist, a man in a black robe was looking at the black mist with a solemn expression. Waves of black light continued to pour out of his hands. After the black light came into contact with the black mist, the black mist seemed to have been faded to black. , turned into a colorless and transparent shape, and was collected into the sleeves of the black robe by the man in black robe.

The man in black robe looked a little sinister, with a hint of solemnity in his cold eyes. He was none other than Voldemort.

He was still useful to Zhang Chen before. After all, he was a helper. But with the addition of Su Bo and others, Voldemort found that his contribution or role was getting smaller and smaller. If this situation continues like this, he will eventually be eliminated. disuse.

Moreover, Voldemort is actually an extremely proud person, and he really cannot tolerate the weakest person in his team.

"Hmph! These people are already ahead of me, but you can't always be ahead of me! Sooner or later, I will become the strongest being in the team and throw you all out!" Voldemort controlled while controlling Black Light snorted secretly.

Although he thought so, Voldemort did not realize at all that he had accepted that he was a member of this team. Even his goal was not to leave the team, but to become the strongest one in the team.

Since separating from Zhang Chen and the others a few months ago, Voldemort has begun his own journey of cultivation.

First of all, Voldemort went into seclusion in a deep mountain and old forest. It was originally very simple. In the previous world, Voldemort's research on the soul had deepened. Voldemort even felt that he was about to break through, so Voldemort needed some time. to break through.

Just a month ago, Voldemort had just come out of seclusion. This retreat was a great harvest for Voldemort. Not only did his cultivation reach the point of building a foundation, but Voldemort seemed to have found his own way - the way of the soul.

Voldemort discovered that as his cultivation level improved, he became more and more sensitive to souls. He even felt that he could control some weak souls and absorb the power in the souls to strengthen himself, so Voldemort did some experiments specifically. Confirmed his guess, but Voldemort also discovered a hidden danger, that is, as the number of souls absorbed increased, Voldemort's own soul memory would sometimes be a little confused. Although this confusion would be suppressed by Voldemort in just a moment, this This situation still attracted Voldemort's attention.

Therefore, after Voldemort's research, he discovered that although he could absorb the power of souls, he had to purify these souls and eliminate all debris and previous memories in them before he could absorb the pure energy without hindrance.

However, after purification, the quality of the soul will be reduced a lot, and some may even be missing. In this way, a large number of souls are needed to improve. Just at this time, a small-scale war broke out around him, and Voldemort suddenly discovered that the souls on the battlefield were his. It can be used, so after half a month of absorption and refining, Voldemort finally found the current battlefield.

However, what Voldemort did not expect was that as his purification began, the souls floating around him swarmed in like sharks smelling blood, causing him to have to use several hours each time to control himself from being occupied by these residual souls.

Now Voldemort has no choice, but in order to prevent himself from being discovered by others, Voldemort can only come at night, and absorb for a whole night at a time. After all, he is the most vulnerable when he absorbs. Some people have found this place before, but he used his death cloak to avoid it.

As Voldemort absorbed, there were more and more residual souls around. Suddenly, among the many residual souls, a soul wearing armor that was obviously twice as tall as the surrounding soldiers ran out of the long river of souls and rushed straight towards Voldemort.

This soul may have been a general who used a spear in his life. Even after death, he still held an illusory spear in his hand and was now sprinting towards Voldemort with the spear.

Voldemort's face changed drastically. Now he was entangled by a large number of souls and had no way to make any moves!

At this critical moment, a voice came from the hillside not far away.

"Souls gather here, it seems to be here."