The Plane Lottery System of the Pantheon

As the voice fell, Zhang Chen suddenly came from a distance.

Zhang Chen did not walk fast, but Zhang Chen only took three steps to cover a distance of more than a thousand meters. This miraculous skill made Voldemort open his eyes wide.

Voldemort did not even care about the remnant soul of the general who was about to rush over, but stared at Zhang Chen who came in front of him in amazement, "Boss, what are you doing..."

Voldemort never dreamed that his first meeting with Zhang Chen after they separated would unfold like this.

Zhang Chen glanced around and found that the battlefield was full of remnant souls, and Voldemort should be in a special state now, unable to defend or attack.

"Do you need help?" Zhang Chen looked at the remnant soul general who was rushing over and asked Voldemort.

Seeing the current situation, Voldemort gritted his teeth, "Except for that general, I will handle the others myself."

Zhang Chen understood, and said nothing. A sword energy came out of his body and rushed straight towards the remnant soul general.

After seeing the sword energy, the general with the remaining soul did not stop, but stabbed the sword energy with the spear in his hand.

However, this was obviously futile. In just a moment, the weapons in the hands of the remaining generals were directly destroyed by the sword energy.

The general with only a remaining soul was swept by the sword energy, and he was torn like a piece of paper without even having time to react. He instantly turned into a group of light spots and dissipated in the air.

After doing all this, Zhang Chen didn't even look at the general, and smiled at Voldemort, "What's the matter, it's like this now."

Voldemort's expression was a little embarrassed, "I felt that I was going to break through before, and then I found that seclusion didn't seem to work for me, but these souls were useful for my breakthrough, so..." After saying this, Voldemort felt that what he did was a bit impulsive, and embarrassedly didn't continue.

However, Zhang Chen had understood what Voldemort meant. He had encountered this situation before. Although the situations were different, the choices of the two people were the same. They both chose to embrace all rivers and seas. It was because of this that the previous state of the demon body and immortal god appeared. If he had not found Voldemort in the end and transferred part of the evil thoughts in his body to Voldemort, Zhang Chen might still be standing still.

After hearing Voldemort's words, Zhang Chen did not say anything else. He sat down next to Voldemort and protected Voldemort.

Voldemort began to concentrate on refining these residual souls.

Voldemort now had Zhang Chen by his side, and immediately put all his energy on absorbing the residual souls. Slowly, the soul storm above the center of the entire battlefield became larger and larger, and finally became a forbidden area. Even Zhang Chen, who sensed this storm, did not dare to say that he could live in it for too long.

Soul, this kind of thing is the most mysterious existence, but there is no doubt that it is also powerful.

The cultivator slowly evolved a magical thing like the Yuanshen with the soul, which actually represents the mystery and huge potential of the soul.

Voldemort continuously absorbed the residual souls in the air. This terrifying soul storm seemed to be unable to hurt Voldemort at all, and was calmly absorbed into his body by Voldemort.

As Voldemort absorbed more and more residual souls, Voldemort's breath became stronger and stronger in Zhang Chen's perception of consciousness.

"This change is really amazing." Zhang Chen looked at the earth-shaking changes in Voldemort and smacked his lips and muttered.

I don't know if it was because he absorbed too many residual souls or because of Voldemort's cultivation direction. Gradually, Zhang Chen found a special breath on Voldemort. This breath made Zhang Chen feel very familiar. Zhang Chen was sure that he had seen a similar breath somewhere.

"Where is it..." Zhang Chen frowned and thought.

Have you seen it in the previous world? This is certain, but it must be something that Zhang Chen has touched if it makes Zhang Chen feel familiar. What is it?

Zhang Chen thought and looked at Voldemort. Suddenly, Zhang Chen's eyes focused on Voldemort's chest, or to be more precise, on the black cloak that Voldemort was wearing.

"That's the feeling!" Zhang Chen found out after seeing the cloak that the aura of the cloak was similar to that of Voldemort.

Zhang Chen remembered very clearly that the name of the cloak was the invisibility cloak of the god of death. Could it be that... Voldemort's future promotion path is to develop towards the god of death?

Zhang Chen is not an ordinary cultivator. As a person from the real world, Zhang Chen naturally knows that all kinds of titles and professions related to gods, immortals and Buddhas are very powerful, not to mention the well-known powerful figure like the god of death.

Zhang Chen was thinking about these things, while Voldemort was concentrating on absorbing the souls around him.

Time passed quickly, and the soldiers and generals of Cao Ying woke up early the next morning.

Xu Chu was woken up by the noise of the soldiers later. He drank the most with Zhang Chen last night, so he woke up later.

"A bunch of brats! Can't we sleep? There's so much noise in the barracks, do you all want to be the leader?" Xu Chu was naturally in a bad mood after being woken up. After walking out of the barracks, he shouted at the soldiers outside.

But it was obvious that few people cared about Xu Chu's shouting.

A soldier came over happily, "General! The sound last night disappeared! Disappeared!"

Xu Chu was stunned, then looked around and found that it was true. The whole military camp was now noisy. If it was before, these noisy people would definitely be beaten with sticks, but now, this noise made everyone in the military camp smile knowingly, even Xu Chu wanted to shout twice.

The reason for this is very simple, because with the shouting deep in the soul every night, the whole military camp has not been so active for a week. The whole military camp is suffering at night, and everyone is devastated during the day. Every day, the military camp is listless, and gradually the military camp becomes dead.

After seeing the changes in the military camp, Xu Chu thought of Zhang Chen. There had been no progress before, but after Zhang Chen came, everyone could sleep well. Xu Chu naturally understood that this should be Zhang Chen's handwriting, "Quick! Order the whole army! See where the supervisor has gone! This must be the supervisor's method!"

But Xu Chu was destined to be disappointed. He searched the entire military camp but couldn't find Zhang Chen.

Xu Chu said coldly, "Hurry up and find him. The Inspector General can disappear in the military camp. What are you doing? Where are the sentries and secret guards stationed last night? Mobilize all of them and find him for me! If there is any problem with the Inspector General, none of you need to come back!"