I picked up skill fragments in the demon world.

Chapter 441 The energy is not exhausted yet
Hearing the question from the White Lotus Sect elder, the disciple had a bitter look on his face and could only recount how he and others wanted to kill people and steal treasures.

The elder's face grew darker when he heard that. After the disciple finished speaking, he angrily shouted, "Useless!"

After cursing, he turned his head to look at Zhang Chen, as if he wanted to firmly imprint Zhang Chen's appearance and looks in his mind.

Although Zhang Chen was dressed in coarse linen clothes and his hair was tied up lazily, he had his own style and looked into the old Taoist's eyes without fear.

"I am Sanzhu from the White Lotus Sect. May I ask what is the name of this young man?" The old Taoist suddenly raised his hand and saluted Zhang Chen.

"We are all strangers in the world. Why do we need to know each other before we meet? I have no interest in you." Zhang Chen said with a smile. He was not a fool. Would he give out his name to the White Lotus Sect to hunt him down?
Judging from the fact that the White Lotus Sect can actually dispatch gods at the Yangshen realm, it seems that the White Lotus Sect is not easy to mess with. Naturally, Zhang Chen would like to avoid as much trouble as possible.

Seeing Zhang Chen hiding his head and showing his tail, Taoist Sanzhu sneered: "Hiding your head and showing your tail is not what a hero does. Since you dare to kill someone, why don't you dare to claim it?"

After hearing Sanzhu's words, Zhang Chen's eyes flashed, but he still didn't say anything.

Although he was proud, he was not a fool. He could not confront the ninth-level god head-on at this moment.

Seeing that Zhang Chen was still acting like a coward, Sanzhu couldn't help but curse inwardly, "He's so difficult to deal with!" Then he looked at Zhou Chuan: "My young master of Hongshui Banner died here, and he needs an explanation after all."

"My brother's business is my business. If you, the White Lotus Sect, want revenge, just come to me directly. I will take all the responsibility." Zhou Chuan took all the responsibility on himself with a swagger, and he was not afraid of the White Lotus Sect at all.

"You can take the responsibility? Why should you take the responsibility?" Sanzhu smiled coldly: "You can't take the responsibility!"

"With my pair of iron fists, I can handle even the biggest problem." Zhou Chuan said coldly.

Sanzhu stopped talking, but waved his sleeves, rolled up his descendants and disappeared into the vastness.

After Sanzhu walked away, Zhou Chuan turned his head and looked at Zhang Chen, his eyes showing a serious look: "Brother, how did you provoke the White Lotus Sect? The White Lotus Sect is a big trouble."

"A big trouble?" Zhang Chen asked.

"Very big." Zhou Chuan said: "The leader of the White Lotus Sect is said to be trying to reach the twelfth realm! The White Lotus Sect has five major halls, divided into five banners. This organization has existed for tens of thousands of years. No one knows when it appeared, let alone its origin. Later, in order to grow and develop, the White Lotus Sect continued to absorb the stray dogs of various fallen countries. Now the five major halls in the White Lotus Sect are more like the dens of the remnants of the five dynasties."

"Before the emergence of Shinto, although the White Lotus Sect had bloodline masters, it was not impossible to deal with them. But now that the Incense Shinto has appeared, the power exerted by the White Lotus Sect, an ancient force that has lasted for who knows how many years, is terrifying. The emergence of the Incense Shinto has brought out the White Lotus Sect's potential to the fullest." Zhou Chuan said.

Zhang Chen put away the bloody knife and put his hands in his sleeves: "I didn't expect the White Lotus Sect to be so powerful. It seems that I have caused great trouble."

Zhou Chuan patted Zhang Chen on the shoulder and said, "But you don't have to worry. The White Lotus Sect and the imperial court are mortal enemies and are the targets of suppression by the imperial court. Even if they are powerful, what can they do? Can they be stronger than the imperial court? The imperial court is watching you, so as long as you are careful, there will be no problem."

Zhang Chen nodded, turned his gaze to the remains of the real dragon in the distance, and then looked at the dragon horn in Zhou Chuan's hand: "Brother, you have gained a lot."

"Not bad! This dragon horn can be used to sharpen muscles and bones and forge weapons." Zhou Chuan said with a smile.

The dragon horn is the hardest part of a true dragon's body except for the scales. It contains not only the true dragon's laws, but also various origins. If it is blessed with secret methods and then smelted with other materials, it can definitely be shaped into a magic weapon.

"You wait here. I will continue to fight for the fortune from the real dragon. The flesh and blood of the real dragon are all good things. Your body is too weak. I will get some good things for you to replenish it." After Zhou Chuan finished speaking, he turned into a stream of light and rushed into the battlefield, leaving Zhang Chen there to watch the battle.

“The best thing Zhang Shicheng left behind should be the dragon ball. It’s an eleventh-level dragon ball. If we can get it back, it will be of great use whether for stimulating potential or as medicine to refine the body.” Zhang Chen was somewhat tempted, but looking at the ninth-level gods in the field, he gave up and was not prepared to continue wading into the muddy water.

Treasures are good, but life is more important.

Zhang Chen landed on a hilltop again and watched the battlefield from afar. He saw all kinds of gods showing their skills and fighting each other. The real dragon skeleton was also constantly torn apart. Some people got the real dragon skeleton and carried it up and ran, while others swallowed the real dragon skeleton directly into their stomachs after getting it.

Especially the big demon was even more wild. He actually cut his own body into pieces and inserted a real dragon skeleton into the wound. He wanted to use the real dragon skeleton to replace his own skeleton.

For a moment, the field was in chaos, but everyone was in tacit understanding and no one attacked the dragon head.

Everyone was like ants. The flesh and blood on the real dragon's skeleton disappeared bit by bit, and its internal organs were constantly taken away.

Zhang Chen withdrew his gaze from the battlefield. He felt that he had already used the Blood-Transforming Divine Sword to take away Zhang Shicheng's blood, so he should not have any more delusions. He turned his gaze and looked at Zhang Shicheng's tent. From a distance, he saw Zhang Shicheng standing on the top of the mountain watching everyone divide up his ancestor. "I don't know if I can kill King Pingbian with one sword now! My Blood-Transforming Divine Sword is a divine weapon above the Fruit Realm. I wonder if it can pierce King Pingbian's protective dragon energy." Zhang Chen thought of this, pinched the seal with his left hand, recited the spell silently, and activated the earth escape technique directly. When he reappeared, he was already in front of Zhang Shicheng.

Just as Zhang Chen was about to make his move, he suddenly heard the voice of Mr. Wuliu: "Your Majesty, we are ready! Once you give the order, the gods will move the mountains, causing the lake to burst its banks, flooding the 50,000 troops of the Inspection Office, and removing the last nail in the North. When do we start?"

Zhang Chen, who was about to take action, stopped when he heard this, with a look of horror in his eyes: What did he hear? Zhang Shicheng actually wanted to breach the dam of the 100-mile lake and flood the 50,000-strong army of the Inspection Office? If the other party achieved his goal, the Inspection Office would suffer heavy losses, and the 50,000-strong army would become a thing of the past.

King Pingbian heard this and replied, "No hurry, the navy is not ready yet, it won't be too late to take action in seven or eight days."

Then the two discussed how to get rid of this thorn in the Inspection Office. Zhang Chen found it boring and appeared in front of King Pingbian in a flash. The next moment, the Blood-Transforming Divine Sword appeared in Zhang Chen's hand. Before King Pingbian and the guards around him could react, the Blood-Transforming Divine Sword in Zhang Chen's hand, which was as thin as a cicada's wing, had already stabbed King Pingbian.

The Blood-Transforming Divine Sword was extremely fast, mercilessly and without hesitation, it stabbed directly at the heart of King Pingbian. In the blink of an eye, when the sword was three feet away from King Pingbian's body, a red airflow suddenly appeared around King Pingbian, protecting him in the center. When Zhang Chen's sword touched the red airflow, it seemed to be stuck in a wall, and was entangled by the red airflow, unable to penetrate any further.

"The luck of kings and princes! The North has fallen into such a chaotic situation, but King Pingbian still has such a strong luck. It's incredible!" Seeing that the Blood-Transforming Divine Sword was blocked by the luck of kings and princes, Zhang Chen quickly retracted the Blood-Transforming Divine Sword and dared not continue stabbing.

It seemed that he was assassinating King Pingbian, but in fact it was a confrontation between himself and the power of the Northland's earth veins. If the earth veins were strong, they could naturally protect King Pingbian. If the Northland's earth veins weakened after Zhang Shicheng's turmoil, he could definitely kill him with one blow of his sword.

Unfortunately, the North's destiny was stronger than they expected.

"This shouldn't be the case. Zhang Shicheng drew on the dragon veins of the north and turned into a dragon. His luck has been declining. Logically, he should have died long ago. Where did he get such great luck?" Zhang Chen was puzzled.

"It's you!" King Pingbian stood in place, looking at Zhang Chen calmly with a hint of murderous intent in his eyes. He had recognized Zhang Chen's origins.

"So what if it's me?" Zhang Chen said.

"You can't kill me." King Pingbian was not panicked at all.

"We have to give it a try. What if it works?" Zhang Chen said.

"Assassin! There is an assassin!" Mr. Wuliu came to his senses and shouted to the people beside him. At the same time, his soul left his body and controlled a sword with divine light flowing, and killed Zhang Chen.

At this time, the various gods guarding King Pingbian also sensed something and attacked Zhang Chenzhen one after another.

Zhang Chen shook his head and did not want to get entangled with the crowd. He directly used the earth escape technique to slip away.

King Pingbian has a million troops guarding this place. If I continue to fight with them, I might be suppressed by fate and then I will be in big trouble.

If there was no Yangshen Zhenren interfering with the vitality of heaven and earth, Zhang Chen's Five Elements Escape Technique would allow him to come and go as he pleases, and he would have disappeared from the spot in the blink of an eye.

Looking at the place where Zhang Chen disappeared, Mr. Wuliu looked grim: "Finally, this evil obstacle has become powerful."

"It doesn't matter. Now that the ancestor has failed to transform into a dragon, we can gather all the incense and faith together. Even if we have to pile them up, we must create a master above the tenth rank. By then, these remnants can be crushed to death at will, so there's no need to take them too seriously." After all, King Pingbian is a king who rules a region. At this moment, he remained calm and even gave a countermeasure.

"I am guilty of my fault in this matter. I am ungrateful to the prince." Mr. Wuliu's voice was full of guilt.

"It's okay! There is no perfect person in this world, nor is there a perfect strategy. Who could have expected that that tiny ant would have such good fortune. This guy must have a big secret. We must dig out the secret from him. Then we may have unexpected gains." King Pingbian smiled and patted Mr. Wuliu's shoulder to comfort him.

He spent a huge amount of money to recruit Mr. Wuliu from Shangjing. The most important value of Mr. Wuliu is not his accomplishments, but his identity and status in the literary world.

In the dense forest farther away, Zhang Chen stroked his chin and looked towards the Pingbian Prince's tent with a thoughtful look in his eyes: "Where does the Pingbian Prince's Mansion get its confidence from?"

He looked at King Pingbian's condition at the moment and found that he didn't seem anxious at all.

"Forget it, I don't care about so much. I'm going south anyway. No matter what King Pingbian plans, it's none of my business." Zhang Chen said to himself.

(End of this chapter)