Pantheon plane lottery system

Chapter 398 Soul Battlefield
The generals present were already drunk, but when the voice came, everyone's face showed a trace of unnaturalness, and some even frowned tightly, leaving cold sweat, obviously very painful.

Zhang Chen's consciousness was instantly released from his body, and he scanned the entire barracks and found that almost all the soldiers were lying on the beds weakly, and some of them were even in a state of unconsciousness.

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

Originally, Zhang Chen wanted to check the source of the sound directly, but now that he saw the state of the entire barracks, Zhang Chen knew that he had to do something first, otherwise, [-]% of these soldiers might not even survive tonight. don't go.

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

Zhang Chen walked all the way in the barracks, every soldier's tent was quiet, but Zhang Chen could feel the pain and numbness of the soldiers inside even if he didn't use his consciousness.

In the air that Zhang Chen walks through, maybe there will be an inconspicuous drop of water falling from the air, disappearing out of thin air in the air.

Zhang Chen walked back and forth in the barracks, and returned to the original point again. After feeling the howl echoing in the entire barracks, Zhang Chen's clothes swelled up instantly.

"Get up!" Zhang Chen's face was solemn, and he let out a clear whistle. In an instant, the entire barracks where Zhang Chen walked was bursting with brilliance. Lines, and under the control of Zhang Chen Yuanshen, they instantly connected into a complex pattern.

As soon as the pattern was formed, the voice that had originally reverberated in the barracks disappeared in an instant, and 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 spiritual sense, and found that there was no mistake, and then quietly walked out of the entire camp.

As soon as he walked out of the camp, the howling that penetrated into the soul rang out. Zhang Chen frowned, and directly attached his sword energy to his ears, and the sound disappeared without a trace.

At the gate of the barracks, Zhang Chen felt the fluctuation of the soul, and galloped towards the direction of the fluctuation.

In the center of the battlefield where the two armies fought before, in the sky invisible to ordinary people, two black mist are continuously gathering in the middle. As the two black mist approach each other, there are waves of sounds like fingers scratching on the glass. , The strange thing is that this sound can't be heard at close range, but it turns into a howling sound in the distance.

In the center where the black mist gathers, a man in a black robe is looking at the black mist solemnly, bursts of black light are constantly gushing out from his hands, and when the black light touches the black mist, the black mist seems to be faded from black , turned into a colorless transparent shape, and was put into the cuffs of the robe by the man in black.

The man in black looked a little sinister, with a gloomy look in his eyes, it was 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. disuse.

And Voldemort is actually an extremely proud person, he really can't tolerate his weakest in his team.

"Hmph! This group of people has already walked ahead of me, but you can't always walk ahead of me! Sooner or later, I will become the strongest existence in the team, and then throw you all out!" Voldemort controlled Heiguang snorted secretly.

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

Since parting from Zhang Chen and the others a few months ago, Voldemort has started his own journey of practice.

First of all, Voldemort went to retreat in a deep mountain and old forest. It was originally very simple. In the previous world, Voldemort deepened his research on the soul, and even Voldemort felt that he wanted to break through, so Voldemort needed some time. Come break through.

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

Voldemort found that with the improvement of his cultivation base, he became more and more sensitive to the soul. He even felt that he could control some weak souls, and he could absorb the power of the soul to strengthen himself, so Voldemort did some special experiments. His guess was confirmed, but Voldemort also discovered a hidden danger, that is, as the number of absorbed souls increases, Voldemort's own soul memory sometimes has a little confusion, although this confusion will be suppressed by Voldemort in an instant, but this This situation still caught Voldemort's attention.

So Voldemort discovered after research that although he can absorb the power in the soul, he must purify these souls, and after all the impurities and previous memories are eliminated, he can absorb the pure energy without hindrance.

However, after purification, the quality of souls will decrease a lot, and some may even be out of ten. In this way, a large number of souls are needed to improve. Just at this time, a small-scale war happened around, and Voldemort suddenly found the souls on the battlefield. It can be used, so after half a month of absorption and refining, until now, Voldemort finally found the current battlefield.

But what Voldemort didn't expect was that as his purification began, the souls wandering around swarmed like sharks smelling blood, causing him to spend several hours at a time to control himself. These remnants captured.

Up to now, Voldemort can't help himself, but in order to prevent himself from being discovered by others, Voldemort can only come at night, and absorb it for one night at a time. After all, he is the most vulnerable when he absorbs it. He avoided it with the death cloak on his body.

With Voldemort's absorption, there were more and more remnant souls around. Suddenly, a soul wearing armor and obviously twice as tall as the surrounding soldiers ran out of the river of souls and rushed straight to Voldemort.

This soul may have been a general who used a spear during his lifetime. Even after death, he was still holding an illusory spear in his hand, and at this time he was holding the spear and rushing towards Voldemort.

Voldemort's face changed drastically, and now he was entangled by a large number of souls, and he couldn't make any moves at all!

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

"The souls gather here, it seems that this is the right place."

(End of this chapter)