The Plane Lottery System of the Pantheon

The battlefield was originally littered with corpses. Due to Voldemort's training, the corpses of many soldiers were not recovered and were all left exposed in the wilderness. After half a month, the entire battlefield was filled with a putrid smell.

Zhang Chen quickly passed through the battlefield and frowned when he smelled the smell. "It is very likely that infectious diseases will occur if this continues. We cannot let these corpses rot here. When we go back, we will tell Xu Chu in case the soldiers are infected." If there is a plague, many people will die without fighting.”

However, Zhang Chen didn't have any objection to the smell, but felt a little nostalgic, "But when I smell this smell again, I really miss it."

Zhang Chen walked to the battlefield and slowed down.

The plague and the like had no impact on Zhang Chen. Instead, it reminded Zhang Chen of his previous hardships when he was struggling to survive in the zombie world.

"I didn't expect to smell this kind of smell..." Zhang Chen showed a hint of nostalgia on his face, but it quickly disappeared. He took a look and sighed, "Now that we have met, I can't let you sleep here like this. In the past, just be happy to help others.”

After saying that, Zhang Chen directly activated his sword energy.

Sword energy surged out of Zhang Chen's body and shot out in all directions without blind spots.

Every sword energy clung to the ground, and each sword energy seemed to plow the ground. The dense sword energy directly plowed the ground and all the corpses on the ground.

The radiating sword energy instantly turned over the ground within five miles, and all the exposed corpses were turned into the soil.

After the sword energy disappeared, Zhang Chen breathed a sigh of relief.

Although this large-scale use of sword energy does not consume sword energy, the amount of spiritual energy consumed in an instant is so huge that even Zhang Chen is unable to bear it.

Zhang Chen took out the purple gourd from the storage space and drank a few sips of spiritual wine and walked forward silently.

With Zhang Chen's efforts, the originally tragic battlefield became as ugly as plowed ground, but the rotten smell before had faded a lot.

At the foot of a cliff twenty miles away, a fence surrounded most of the flat land. Tents took root in the fence. Soldiers wearing wooden armor were patrolling the camp.

Zhang Chen stood on the top of the mountain and looked at the busy military camp below, "This should be it." After saying that, Zhang Chen jumped directly from the air with a slight jump. During the fall, Zhang Chen easily tapped a few rocks and landed. In a place where people in the military camp can't notice.

After landing, Zhang Chen's consciousness instantly penetrated his body and quickly enveloped the entire military camp.

But soon Zhang Chen frowned, because in his consciousness, there was an obvious blank area. In Zhang Zhangchen's consciousness, this area was like an ink mark falling on a piece of white paper. Generally, unusually conspicuous.

"What's going on? Is there anyone in this world who can block my consciousness? It's interesting." Zhang Chen was a little curious.

Since coming to this world, this is the first time that this kind of spiritual consciousness has been blocked.

Zhang Chen glanced at the place that blocked his consciousness, and headed towards that place in a flash.

This place was at the very edge of the military camp, and Zhang Chen, who happened to be in the province, was hiding from patrolling soldiers in the military camp. Before Zhang Chen reached that place, he heard the faint sound of a piano coming from a distance.

Zhang Chen didn't pay attention at first, but as he walked further in, he found that the sound of the piano was getting louder and louder. Finally, Zhang Chen walked around the military camp until he reached the place where his consciousness was shielded, and then he discovered that the sound of the piano came from Zhang Chen's consciousness. It came from the blank area.

As Zhang Chen approached, the sound of the piano seemed to have reached the most exciting part. The sound of the piano made people refreshed and excited, and there was a rush of blood in their hearts. Even a person like Zhang Chen felt a little excited.

Zhang Chen closed his eyes and stood there enjoying the sound of the piano.

Although the sound of the piano was not enough to affect Zhang Chen's mind, Zhang Chen himself did not want to leave the sound of the piano.

There is an impassioned sound in this piano sound, and there is also a sense of tranquility and leisure in it.

Following the melodious sound of the piano, Zhang Chen unknowingly entered this blank area of ​​spiritual consciousness.

The sound of the piano gradually stopped, and Zhang Chen also opened his eyes.

In front of you is a bamboo building. This is located in the Central Plains. Bamboo is not common here, it can even be said to be rare. In addition, this is a battlefield, so this bamboo building seems a bit abrupt.

"Since you're already here, why don't you come up and sit down?" A calm voice came from the bamboo building. Zhang Chen raised his head and looked at the window on the second floor of the bamboo building. A man in a loose robe looked at Zhang Chen and said.

The man has sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes. He is very handsome and has a grand and steady demeanor. He is obviously in a high position.

Zhang Chen smiled slightly after hearing the man's words, "Being respectful is worse than obeying orders."

The man in the bamboo house was slightly startled when he heard Zhang Chen's words, and an imperceptible smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "Being respectful is not as good as obeying orders? Interesting."

Zhang Chen walked to the door of the Bamboo House. No one opened the door of the Bamboo House, but Zhang Chen was an expert in art and was brave, so Shi Shiran walked in.

It’s not Zhang Chen’s fault, but Zhang Chen knew when he saw this man that he posed no threat to him, and when he saw the bamboo building, Zhang Chen also knew why his consciousness was useless here. Because the entire bamboo building forms a formation, this formation has no lethality, but it can eliminate prying eyes and has certain defensive capabilities. It can be said to be a defensive formation.

After walking into the bamboo building, Zhang Chen looked at the structure on the wall of the bamboo building and admired softly, "I have an idea to use spiritual bamboo to form a semi-natural formation that can isolate people from detection and have a certain degree of defense. talent!"

"This gentleman is great. These are just some tricks that Gongjin came up with." With the sound of footsteps, the man who had walked downstairs.

"On the contrary, this gentleman has a restrained charm, but he is also a world of his own, and he is also a great man from the world."

Zhang Chen looked at the handsome man who came down and was a little surprised, "You are Zhou Yu? Long time no see."

Zhou Yu was slightly stunned after hearing Zhang Chen's words, "Sir, do you know Gongjin?"

"The song is wrong. Zhou Lang Gu Jiangdong's elders have such a high evaluation of Gongjin, how can I not know?" Zhang Chen looked at Zhou Yu with some emotion.

Anyone in the real world knows Zhou Yu, but most people only know that Zhou Yu was pissed off to death by Zhuge Liang, and said the words "Since there is Yu, why is there Liang?" But in fact, Zhou Yu was not pissed off to death by Zhuge Liang, but his old illness relapsed, and he was mocked by Zhuge Liang before he died, and by the way, he told his plan. The last sentence "Since there is Yu, why is there Liang" is not a complaint, but a sigh of the fickleness of fate.

Zhang Chen is naturally very familiar with Zhou Yu.