The Plane Lottery System of the Pantheon

Xu Chu drank to his heart's content, and Voldemort was depressed.

Xu Chu couldn't afford to offend Zhang Chen, so he could only drag Voldemort to drink, so Voldemort could not do anything else these days except stabilizing his previous cultivation.

Life in the military camp was boring. Although Zhang Chen's words kept the entire military camp busy for many days, the battlefield had to be cleaned up after all.

After cleaning, the soldiers returned to the previous rhythm of drills, patrols, and training.

It was still a long way to go before the war started, and Voldemort's cultivation had not been completely stabilized, but Zhang Chen had gained a lot in the past few days.

Since listening to Xu Chu and Zhou Yu, Zhang Chen felt that his previous understanding of his own Tao was somewhat biased, or somewhat missing.

Zhang Chen stood in the military tent, closed his eyes, and his consciousness went deep into the sea of ​​consciousness, and saw the small sword condensed by his sword intent.

This sword is a little different from the first one. Although the previous sword looked transparent, it had a feeling of yellow water gold. Although it was transparent, it had color. However, the sword at this time was not like this. It was still transparent, but the color had changed dramatically.

The color of the originally light yellow sword had become so light that it almost turned gray. If you don't look carefully, other people can't see it, but Zhang Chen can see it because no one is more familiar with his sword intent than him.

Since listening to Zhou Yu's piano, Zhang Chen's sword intent began to stir, giving Zhang Chen a feeling of restlessness every day. Over time, Zhang Chen also felt a little irritable because of the influence of the sword intent.

"This trip has gained a lot. Although it's only a few days, I still benefited a lot!" Zhang Chen's little man-shaped Yuanshen was shaking his head and sighing.

After that, Zhang Chen took the sword intent condensed sword and began to dance the sword in the sea of ​​​​consciousness.

At first, Zhang Chen just slowly raised his sword and stabbed, doing some basic movements, but as time went on, Zhang Chen's movements began to get faster and faster, and his sword moves became more and more gorgeous. In the end, Zhang Chen's soul directly used the small sword to create a big circle in the sea of ​​consciousness. The center of this circle was Zhang Chen's soul, and the outside was a layer of white and light yellow sword light, and the further out, the darker the color.

When Zhang Chen danced, the strong artistic conception emanating from the small sword began to stir in Zhang Chen's sea of ​​consciousness. Every time the artistic conception rippled in Zhang Chen's sea of ​​consciousness, there would be a circle of things like halos fixed around Zhang Chen, and as Zhang Chen's dance speed became faster, these halos began to stay in one place, or were squeezed or squeezed to a farther place.

The huge pieces of halos around Zhang Chen began to crowd together, and in the end the gaps around the halos became smaller and smaller, and a regular small world composed of halos was formed. This world was self-contained in Zhang Chen's sea of ​​consciousness, and it was a ball of light from the outside.

Inside the light ball was Zhang Chen's soul and a small sword condensed by Zhang Chen's sword intent.

The strange thing was that as Zhang Chen continued to swing his sword, the small sword held in the hands of Zhang Chen's soul was shrinking. Every time Zhang Chen swung his sword, a white mark would be left on the trajectory. These white marks carried Zhang Chen's sword intent. In the end, the sword intent in Zhang Chen's hand was as big as an embroidery needle.

It was not until this time that Zhang Chen stopped his actions.

"It's just one step away..." Zhang Chen looked at the sword intent that was almost invisible and sighed with some regret.

Then Zhang Chen's soul walked out of the area where the white light ball was located and began to observe the light ball carefully.

"Sword intent becomes silk, from invisible to material... Is the road to take next something like materialization?"

Zhang Chen thought about it but still had no clue. After all, his sword intent had not been completely transformed yet. At this time, the light ball had no deterrent power at all. Because it was incomplete, Zhang Chen didn't even know what power this realized light ball had.

Shaking his head, Zhang Chen was ready to stop thinking about such complicated things. Apart from the sword intention, Zhang Chen was very busy.

After withdrawing from his sea of ​​consciousness, Zhang Chen took out the crystal given to him by Voldemort in the storage space and prepared to study it carefully.

Soul is a good thing no matter where it is. Even if Zhang Chen is not mainly studying this thing, he also knows the importance of this thing.

Zhang Chen took the crystal and found a chair in the military tent to sit down, and began to use his spiritual consciousness to analyze what was in the crystal.

According to Voldemort, the crystal contains pure soul power that Voldemort has not absorbed before. In addition to these soul powers, there is also a small part of Voldemort's understanding of the soul.

Zhang Chen does not need these soul powers, or Zhang Chen is not shameless enough to rob the younger generation of things, but Voldemort's understanding and research of the soul are really interested in Zhang Chen.

Before, Zhang Chen also studied things about the soul in the Land of God's Fall, but at that time Zhang Chen only tasted it briefly.

The reason was simple. Although Zhang Chen knew that the soul was very powerful, he couldn't even study his own soul. At that time, there was a trial ahead, so Zhang Chen naturally had no time to study these things.

However, what Zhang Chen didn't expect was that although he didn't study it himself, Voldemort had studied it out.

There is no great danger in this world for the time being, and Zhang Chen wants to take this opportunity to see if he can study more things.

As Zhang Chen's consciousness went deeper, he found that the isolation of the crystal was very good. Even if Zhang Chen's consciousness was fully concentrated, he could only explore it at a snail's pace. Of course, this was without damaging the entire crystal. Otherwise, Zhang Chen could study it quickly by just smashing the crystal.

Zhang Chen hadn't encountered such a thing that required Zhang Chen's full concentration for a long time. After a while, Zhang Chen felt a little tired. Although Zhang Chen's consciousness was very strong now, this crystal was condensed after tens of thousands of souls gathered together. Even Zhang Chen felt a little tired without destroying the crystal.

As time passed, Zhang Chen's face became a little pale and his brows wrinkled, but after Zhang Chen's efforts, he was finally about to enter the crystal.

At the moment of entering the crystal, a strong soul breath rushed into Zhang Chen's perception. Zhang Chen felt that the previously damaged consciousness was recovering rapidly. This extremely refreshing feeling shocked Zhang Chen's heart, but Zhang Chen quickly reacted and directly closed his consciousness.

Are you kidding? If Zhang Chen absorbs all the soul power here by himself, what should he explain when he passes it to his apprentice?