I picked up skill fragments in the demon world

#530 - situation

A continuous stream of solar essence fell from the void and was absorbed by Zhang Chen, so that even under the scorching sun, it remained cool within a hundred zhang around him, without any feeling of heat.

The donkey cart walked slowly through the yellow sand. Cheng Yu sat inside the carriage, carefully studying a book in his hand. Behind the carriage, Zhang Shi and the two little ones walked, training their Dragon Walking Frame.

Time passed bit by bit. Another half month went by, and figures flickered in the distance. Zhang Chen saw the familiar group of refugees again.

The number of refugees was not large, only a few thousand people. They walked together in groups, without any escort agencies or large family teams. They were all scattered migrants spontaneously walking together.

"Should we catch up?" Cheng Yu asked Zhang Chen.

Zhang Chen hesitated slightly before nodding: "We don't know the way south, and there are many benefits to following a large group of people south."

Zhang Chen did not know the way south. Zhang Shi and the three little ones had never been far from home, so of course they didn't know the way either. These days, the family could only travel with their heads down, following the general direction.

Moreover, joining a large group of people could increase a sense of security.

Zhang Chen's family's donkey cart quietly came to the rear of the group, attracting the attention of countless people. After all, the big black donkey was shiny and smooth, coupled with the orphaned widow and children, which was an eye-catching combination no matter where they went.

The eyes of the migrants flickered, but after taking a few glances, they lowered their heads, not knowing what they were thinking.

Zhang Chen drove the donkey cart, slowly trailing behind. At this time, the sound of people talking in the distance entered his ears. A thin scholar with a bit of scholarly air opened his mouth and said: "Have you heard? The King of Pingbian has signed a truce agreement with the demon race? Ceding the White Bone Great Wall, ceding the White Bone Great Wall to the demon race forever."

"What? The White Bone Great Wall is the majestic pass of our human race, how can the King of Pingbian cede it to the demon race?" A burly man with bulging muscles looked furious.

"Really? Are you talking nonsense? The demon race and the human race are mortal enemies, how can the King of Pingbian cede land for peace?" Someone else scolded angrily.

"This matter was said by my classmate in the academy. It is said that the experts under the King of Pingbian suffered heavy losses when subduing a certain strange object, and were taken advantage of by the demon race, so not only was land ceded, but tribute had to be paid every year." The scholar-like person sighed faintly.

"Fortunately, we escaped the territory of the King of Pingbian, otherwise we would be miserable! Everyone will be out of luck!"

"The King of Pingbian, that useless fellow, is a disgrace to our human race! He has been supported by the people of the Northern Lands for hundreds of years, yet he ceded the people of the Northern Lands. How can he be worthy of the old king? Worthy of the ancestors of the royal palace?"

"I wish I could swallow this beast alive and light the sky lamp!"

"Should be killed! Should be killed!"

… …

A group of migrants were cursing at this time, hating the King of Pingbian to the extreme, denouncing the King of Pingbian's incompetence, which actually allowed the demon race to enter the pass, causing everyone to flee the world.

Zhang Chen listened to the discussions in the distance, and a trace of contemplation appeared on his face under the bamboo hat, but he did not interrupt, but continued to drive the donkey cart silently. The scholar had mysterious power flowing around him, and was obviously not an ordinary person.

After walking for another half day, the scholar slowed down, his face full of fatigue, and he stopped from time to time to rub his legs. When Zhang Chen passed by the scholar, he reined in the donkey and said to the scholar: "Sir, may I have a word with you?"

Although Zhang Chen's voice was light, it passed through the chaotic words of the crowd and clearly entered the scholar's ears. The scholar turned his head and glanced at Zhang Chen and his party, then passed through the crowd and came to the donkey cart: "My name is Zhu Ziqing, may I ask for your name, brother?"

"My surname is Zhang, given name 'Chen'. Sir, why not sit on the donkey cart and talk." Zhang Chen pointed to one of the donkey cart's ears.

"I couldn't ask for more!" Zhu Ziqing showed joy, and was not polite. He sat directly on the cart ear, his eyes looking at the trio walking behind the donkey cart, his face curiously said: "Why don't they sit in the cart, but instead walk behind the donkey cart."

"They are practicing." Zhang Chen did not hide it, and there was nothing to hide. Since cultivating the seven Blood God Sons, Zhang Chen's confidence has greatly increased, and his confidence has also increased.

"So that's how it is." Zhu Ziqing took a deep look at Zhang Chen and his party. Anything involving practice is not for ordinary people. No wonder Zhang Chen and his orphaned widow and children can walk in this chaotic world.

"I heard you say before, sir, that the King of Pingbian ceded land to the demon race, I wonder if you can talk about it in detail?" Zhang Chen asked.

Zhu Ziqing nodded when he heard the words: "I heard people say that the King of Pingbian has the support of the Yellow Heaven Dao experts behind him, and he and the demon race experts were able to come and go, and neither side could win. But who knew that a strange treasure appeared in the Northern Lands, which could absorb the grievances of the Northern Lands and grow infinitely. That strange treasure is a growth-type strange treasure, and in just a few months it already had the power comparable to the Yang God realm. So the three great Real Men of the Yellow Heaven Dao joined forces, wanting to collect that treasure, but who knew that a Ghost King was actually conceived in the treasure. The prototype of that treasure was a flag pole. The Ghost King drove the flag and fought with the gods of the Yellow Heaven Dao. In the end, the Real Men of the Yellow Heaven Dao suffered heavy losses, and the flag also disappeared into the dark. With the loss of the top experts under the King of Pingbian, he naturally had no power to resist the demon race, so he could only cede land for peace."

Zhang Chen heard the words thoughtfully. He remembered the skull that was swallowing Yin spirits in the Northern Lands before, called: Yama Banner.

It can devour endless ghosts to strengthen its origin, and in the end it can evolve into a Yin Cao world, and its power can be comparable to the twelfth-order treasure. Of course, the King of Pingbian was moved.

It's just a pity that the treasure is infinitely powerful, I'm afraid it already has an owner, not something the King of Pingbian can covet.

Zhang Chen can also understand the King of Pingbian's thoughts. After all, this fellow has now lost Zhang Shicheng, his largest territory. Now he can be said to be beset by internal and external troubles. There is King Ren eyeing him covetously, and the demon race is scheming. His situation is extremely bad now. If it weren't for the Yellow Heaven Dao supporting him behind him, he would have been completely swallowed by the demon race and become a part of the demon race.

"So that's how it is." Zhang Chen suddenly realized.

Zhu Ziqing looked Zhang Chen up and down, and saw that Zhang Chen was wearing a bamboo hat, and curiously asked: "Are you also from that city?"

"Wannian County." Zhang Chen said.

"I'm from Changyang County. The Northern Lands are really miserable now. There are rebel armies everywhere. Countless people can't survive, so they simply revolt directly, raise flags and start robbing homes. Some people went to the interior, and some went to the territories of the nearby nobles. There are probably tens of millions of rebel armies in the entire Northern Lands. Even the King of Pingbian's palace can't do anything about it. They can't suppress it, so they can only let the refugees riot." Zhu Ziqing said.

Zhang Chen sighed softly when he heard the words. The situation in the Northern Lands has become糜烂, and behind it, the King of Pingbian's palace is indispensable in fueling the flames.

"I heard people say that the flag has recognized its owner. The owner of the flag has erected a banner in the Northern Lands and directly pulled up an army. Many people have responded." Zhu Ziqing said.

"Huh? The flag actually has an owner?" Zhang Chen was stunned. That's no ordinary treasure, it actually has an owner? And he also pulled up an army, I'm afraid the King of Pingbian should have a headache.

The carriage was rumbling along. Just as the two were talking, a muffled thunder suddenly came from the distance, and the sound of shouting and killing was earth-shattering. Zhang Chen couldn't help but be stunned, and turned his head to look at the distant battlefield. Zhu Ziqing on the side also changed his color, and a look of panic appeared in his eyes:

"There are armies fighting ahead! Let's hurry up and take a detour."

The migrants are not fools either. After noticing the sound of shouting and killing coming from the distance, they also detoured one after another.

Zhang Chen also drove the donkey silently, but after running for half an hour, Zhang Chen suddenly looked into the distance and sighed faintly: "It's too late!"

Time went back a quarter of an hour ago. When Zhang Chen and Zhu Ziqing were talking, after noticing the slaughter in the distance, they had already sent out the Blood God Son. The Blood God Son came all the way to the battlefield, and from afar he saw hundreds of thousands of people fighting.

One side was wearing coarse linen clothes, tattered, and the other side was wearing leather armor, and the weapons in their hands were elite, and it was actually the army of the King of Pingbian's palace.

Along with the fighting between the two sides, the battlefield was a river of blood.

The Blood God Son quickly summoned the sea of ​​blood, and began to shuttle underground, drawing the blood of the battlefield to flow down, and at the same time secretly peeping at the situation on the battlefield.

"These people wearing coarse linen clothes seem to be rebels composed of refugees." A hint of contemplation appeared in Zhang Chen's Blood God Son's eyes.

At this time, he seemed to have noticed a big secret, that the rebels gathered together could actually form luck and contend with the dragon energy of the King of Pingbian's palace.

At this time, there were bloodline users participating in the war, and under the protection of their respective dragon energy, they were not attacked.

The rebels had the advantage in numbers, with more than 80,000, while the army of the King of Pingbian's palace was only 10,000, but the army of the King of Pingbian's palace was well-trained, and with the cooperation of sophisticated equipment, for a time, the 80,000 troops were killed and the river of blood flowed, and the number continued to decrease sharply.

Seeing that the two sides were falling down like cutting wheat, when the number of rebels was soon less than 5,000, their leader suddenly pulled out a black flag from his arms. He saw the flag swaying, and in an instant, gusts of Yin wind rolled up. Three thousand evil ghosts flew out from the Yin wind and directly plunged into the bodies of the rebels wearing coarse linen clothes. Then the rebels were like they had been injected with chicken blood. , Mysterious power flowed around their bodies, and they began to constantly counterattack, killing the warriors of the King of Pingbian's palace and collapsing into an army.

"That's the Yama Banner! These rebels are holding the Yama Banner in their hands, summoning three thousand evil ghosts to reverse the situation, but after being possessed by evil ghosts, there will be a great price. The light ones will be seriously ill, and the heavy ones will die directly. The Yama Banner has actually recognized its owner?" Zhang Chen's Blood God Son turned into the size of a thumb, stood in the battlefield, watching the battle in the field, a hint of thoughtfulness appeared in his eyes:

"Those three thousand evil ghosts, at least have the strength of the third rank. Moreover, those three thousand evil ghosts use the essence, energy, and spirit of three thousand strong men as the vitality, and can also form a large formation to hunt down the strong on the opposite side and suppress the bloodline users and Shinto monks on the opposite side. That large formation is so fierce, it's like a hundred ghosts walking at night, even I can't see through it."