I picked up skill fragments in the demon world.

Chapter 437: Seducing the soul
Zhang Chen looked at Zhang Shicheng who was transforming and sighed, "That Dugu Qiu had great means. Although he failed to kill Zhang Shicheng and eliminate such a scourge for the Great Victory Dynasty, he also broke his momentum and caused him to fall directly to the eleventh level instead of evolving to the twelfth level. However, if Zhang Shicheng can complete his transformation in a short period of time and seize the twelfth-level mysterious Sky Punishment Spear, then with his eleventh-level cultivation, he can control the twelfth-level mystery and still be invincible in the world, suppress the Great Victory Dynasty, and compete with the Great Victory Dynasty."

He felt a little regretful about the dragon ball. If Zhang Shicheng could transform into a twelfth-level true dragon, the value of his dragon ball would be very great.

Unfortunately, there are so many masters in the Dasheng Dynasty, so how could they give Zhang Shicheng a chance?

The twelfth-level Zhang Shicheng and the eleventh-level Zhang Shicheng are two completely different concepts.

Facing the twelfth-level Zhang Shicheng, even if the Great Victory Dynasty had three twelfth-level mysteries, it would still be at a disadvantage. However, as for the eleventh-level Zhang Shicheng, the Great Victory Dynasty could still compete with him as long as it had a master holding the twelfth-level mysteries.

"In order to transform himself from a dragon into a dragon, Zhang Shicheng didn't care about the lives of the people in the north, which led to the implicate of all living beings in the north. Countless lives were turned into dry bones. This act violated the harmony of nature. His misfortune today is also the result of the backlash of the fate of all living beings." Xie Xuan was standing beside him with a calm face.

Zhang Chen curled his lips, disdaining Xie Xuan's so-called "luck" and "calamity". Xie Xuan saw Zhang Chen's expression and knew that Zhang Chen was disdainful in his heart, so he continued to explain: "I know you don't believe in the theory of fate, but you will understand the cause and effect once I explain it. There was a severe drought in the north before, and countless people were displaced and in dire straits. Countless sentient beings also died tragically in droughts and floods. Their resentment flowed into the dragon veins, weakening the power of the dragon veins and the luck of the Pingbian Palace. As the luck declined, Zhang Shicheng's body was naturally backfired by the dragon veins."

Zhang Chen felt that what the other party said made some sense, so he asked in surprise: "Since Dugu Qiu has taken action, why didn't Huang Tiandao's ninth-level gods block his way?"

The ninth level is equivalent to the Yang God. Since Huang Tiandao has formed an alliance with the Bian Wang Mansion, why doesn't Huang Tiandao provide protection?

"It's useless!" Xie Xuan shook his head. "A ninth-level deity holding the mysterious twelfth-level power, whoever dares to come to the battlefield will die! Even if a ninth-level deity dies, it will be no different from the several gods who fell before."

Zhang Chen fell silent after hearing this, because Dugu Qiu, who was holding the mysterious twelfth-level sword, was really very strong, so strong that even Zhang Chen could not face its edge.

"I'll go and prepare. It's up to you now. I'll wait for your move." Xie Xuan instructed Zhang Chen, and the next moment he turned into a rainbow light and dissipated into the air, leaving Zhang Chen standing there watching Zhang Shicheng's transformation.

Time passed little by little, and three hours later, there was a shocking dragon roar. The dragon hovering above the lake opened its mouth towards the sky full of thunderclouds. The thunderclouds in the sky were like waves, but in just thirty or so breaths, the thousand miles of black clouds had been swallowed up, exposing the scorching sunlight, and the warm sunshine finally fell on the earth again.

"Swallowing clouds and exhaling smoke!" Zhang Chen looked at the real dragon in the sun and slowly uttered four words.

"What a pity, it only has three claws!" Zhang Chen's gaze fell on the dragon's claws, with a hint of regret in his eyes.

If it were allowed to advance to the twelfth level, it would have a chance to challenge the five-clawed golden dragon.

At this time, Zhang Shicheng turned into a thousand-foot-long dragon, flying above the sky. A terrifying pressure spread between heaven and earth. The hustle and bustle of the entire north quieted down at this time. All major forces stopped their small moves, and the powerful people who were watching secretly withdrew.

The dragon was majestic, with golden scales and lightning all around it, as if it was a legendary ancient god resurrected. Especially on its two dragon horns, there were wisps of lightning, making it look even more majestic and domineering.

"Congratulations, ancestor, for successfully transforming into a dragon!" King Pingbian knelt on the ground, looking at the majestic dragon, his body shaking with excitement.

"Wait a moment. I will dig the ant out from the north and then talk to you." The dragon roared and soared into the sky, ready to seek revenge on Dugu Qiu.

Zhang Chen looked at the dragon body rising into the sky, with an evil smile on his face: "After raising it for so long, it's time to harvest it!"

At this time, Zhang Chen's golden finger page flashed out:

[Target: Zhang Shicheng]

[Status: Eleventh-level Dragon]

[Yes/No: It can be charming! ]

Zhang Chen glanced at the gold finger page, and as his mind moved, he activated the soul-stealing skill. Then all the strong men lurking nearby saw an unbelievable scene. The dragon that was about to fly into the sky with great momentum a second ago, suddenly froze in mid-air, and then fell like a meteor, smashing into the lake, rolling up waves.

At this moment, a figure suddenly jumped out of the lake, holding a bloody long knife in his hand, and stabbed the dragon's reverse scale with lightning speed.

That should have been the hardest scale on the dragon's body, but in the face of the blood-red sword, it was like paper. The blood-red sword easily tore through the target's defense and pierced straight into its body.

Then Xie Xuan slashed his palm, and the long sword tore open the reverse scales, and the overwhelming dragon blood spilled, soaking Xie Xuan's body. Xie Xuan's body acupoints trembled, and his skin shook at high speed, madly swallowing the dragon's blood. "Xie Xuan! How dare you!"

King Pingbian on the shore was stunned when he saw this sudden change, his eyes full of disbelief.

How come my ancestor transformed into a divine dragon and became an eleventh-level being, but suddenly died out of nowhere?

The death was so sudden! There was no sign at all!
"The dragon is dead, everyone go and divide up the dragon's flesh and blood! If we can swallow a piece of the dragon's flesh and blood, our martial arts skills will be greatly improved." At this time, Zhou Chuan, the number one martial artist of the human race, jumped out, stepped on the lake and ran towards the dragon.

If Zhang Shicheng were still alive, everyone would of course retreat and run as far away as possible, but now that Zhang Shicheng is dead, it is the perfect time for everyone to eat the blood-soaked bread.

Although no one knows how the Procuratorate killed Zhang Shicheng, it does not stop everyone from taking advantage of the situation.

It was not just Zhou Chuan. At this moment, divine lights flashed in the void. There was Huang Tiandao's ninth-rank deity taking action, as well as other eighth-rank deities, bloodline masters, and martial arts masters, all taking action.

Chai Chuanxin sneaked among the crowd and dived into the water.

At this moment, regardless of the camp, facing the fate of a dragon falling, no one would be able to resist and take action.

Even the masters under King Pingbian no longer obeyed orders and jumped into the water, trying to absorb the blood of the dragon.

Chaos!

The scene was in complete chaos!
At this time, the whole scene was in chaos. Some strong men were fighting each other, causing huge waves, while others were quietly taking advantage of the chaos to make profits.

King Pingbian on the shore was so angry when he saw this scene that his body was shaking. Unfortunately, facing the Baili Tianchi, he was powerless to do anything.

If he were on land, even if he had a million-strong army, with his blood and luck, all kinds of monsters would naturally retreat in fear. But now with the water separating them, his million-strong army was completely useless.

"What happened?" King Pingbian asked Mr. Wuliu beside him, "Why did the ancestor die suddenly? When did the court have such incredible means?"

Mr. Wuliu's eyes were also filled with confusion. Facing King Pingbian's question, Mr. Wuliu could only smile bitterly and said, "I don't understand."

He really couldn't understand! A great master of the eleventh level said no and it was no, and said it was a slap and it was a slap. Who could bear this?

The two looked at each other with confusion and frustration in their eyes. Mr. Wuliu calmed down and said to King Pingbian, "Our ancestors have suffered misfortune. I am afraid that the court will not let it go. Next, our northern land will surely face a purge from the court. Without our ancestors, we will never be able to resist the court's divine weapon. Your Majesty, you need to calm down and cut off the connection as soon as possible!"

After hearing what Mr. Wuliu said, King Pingbian stood on the top of the mountain and watched the battle for a long time before he said, "Tell those guys from the demon clan that I agree to the previous conditions. Open the Great Wall of Bones and invite the demon army to enter!"

Mr. Wuliu looked hesitant when he heard this, and for a moment he seemed to be unable to speak, not knowing what to say.

"What do you want to say? Just say it!" Pingbian Wangdao.

“Once the demons enter the pass, I’m afraid we may not be able to take the initiative. Without top masters in charge, we will only become vassals of the demons.” Mr. Wuliu said.

"Tell the Taiping Dao that we in the North are willing to follow the instructions of the Taiping Dao and worship the Taiping Dao as the state religion. If we use the masters of the Taiping Dao to balance the masters of the demon clan, our situation will not be so bad." King Pingbian said this and put away his disappointment, with a carefree look on his face: "Things have come to this point, the right to choose has been lost from our hands, we have no chance to choose, and we can only go all the way. My Pingbian Palace has been planning for hundreds of years, and we have long anticipated the outcome of today. Success or failure depends on a moment, so what is there to regret?"

"Our plan was to start from a small perspective and achieve a big goal. We have made the North soar to the sky and will compete with the imperial court in the future. We have a foundation to swallow up the world. If we fail, we will naturally have to bear the consequences of failure." King Pingbian was very free and easy at this time: "We need to support the young prince to become the head of the Taiping Dao. In the future, the Taiping Dao will be in our hands. If we completely pull the Taiping Dao onto our chariot, we may not have no chance to make a comeback."

King Pingbian was not a mediocre person. Long before he took action, he had already secretly planned a retreat.

Mr. Wuliu sighed, "It's come to this, there's nothing we can do! We can only let the demons into the pass, but we can't do it openly, lest we be stabbed in the back by the humans. And those demons will definitely treat the people as cattle and sheep and slaughter them at will, we can't leave any excuse."

(End of this chapter)