I picked up skill fragments in the demon world.

Chapter 527 Situation

An endless supply of solar essence fell from the void and was absorbed by Zhang Chen, so that even under the scorching sun, Zhang Chen felt cool within a hundred feet around him, without any feeling of burning at all.

The donkey cart moved slowly in the yellow sand. Cheng Yu sat in the carriage, reading a book in his hand. Behind the carriage, Zhang and the two children walked with their physical strength, practicing the Dragon Walking Frame.

Time passed little by little, and another half a month passed. In the distance, figures were floating, and Zhang Chen saw the familiar group of refugees again.

There were not many refugees, only a few thousand, and they walked together in groups. There was no escort team or team from a large family. They were just scattered refugees walking together spontaneously.

"Do you want to follow?" Cheng Yu asked Zhang Chen.

Zhang Chen hesitated for a moment before nodding his head: "We don't know the way south, so there are many advantages to following the large group."

Zhang Chen didn't know the way to go south. Zhang and the three children had never been far away, so of course they didn't know the way. These days the family could only hurry on their way, relying on the direction of the group.

Moreover, joining up with a large group of people can also increase a sense of security.

The donkey cart of Zhang Chen's family came to the rear of the team silently, attracting countless people's attention. After all, the big black donkey was shiny and sleek, and coupled with the orphan and his widowed mother, they were an eye-catching combination wherever they went.

The refugees' eyes flickered, but after looking for a few times, they lowered their heads one by one, not knowing what they were thinking.

Zhang Chen drove the donkey cart and followed behind slowly. At this time, the sound of people talking in the distance came into his ears. A thin and gentle scholar said, "Have you heard? King Pingbian and the demon tribe signed a truce agreement? They ceded the Great Wall of Bones. They ceded the Great Wall of Bones to the demon tribe forever."

"What? The Great Wall of Bones is the stronghold of our human race. How can King Pingbian cede it to the demon race?" A man with lumps of muscles all over his body looked furious.

"Is this true? Are you talking nonsense? The demons and humans are fighting to the death, how can King Pingbian cede land and beg for mercy?" Someone else cursed angrily.

"This matter was told by my classmates in the academy. It is said that the masters under King Pingbian suffered heavy losses while subduing a certain strange thing, and the demon clan took advantage of the opportunity. So not only did they cede land, but they also had to pay tribute every year." The man who looked like a scholar sighed quietly.

"Thank goodness we escaped from King Pingbian's territory, otherwise it would have been disastrous! Then everyone would have been in big trouble!"

"This worthless fellow, King Pingbian, is a disgrace to our race! He has been supported by the people of the North for hundreds of years, but he actually ceded the people of the North away. How can he be worthy of the old prince? How can he be worthy of the ancestors of the palace?"

"I wish I could eat this beast alive and light a sky lantern!"

"Deserve to kill! Deserve to kill!"

……

A group of refugees were cursing at this time, hating King Pingbian to the extreme, and angrily accusing him of incompetence and allowing the demon tribe to enter the pass, causing everyone to be exiled.

Zhang Chen listened to the discussion in the distance, his face under the bamboo hat showing a trace of thought, but he did not interrupt, and continued to drive the donkey cart without doing anything. There was a mysterious power flowing in the scholar's body, and it was obvious that he was not an ordinary person.

After walking for another half a day, the scholar slowed down his pace, 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, can you please come forward and tell me something?"

Although Zhang Chen's voice was soft, it cut through the chaotic chatter of the crowd and reached the scholar's ears clearly. The scholar turned his head to look at Zhang Chen and his group, then walked through the crowd to the donkey cart and said, "I am Zhu Ziqing. May I ask your name?"

"My surname is Zhang, and my given name is 'Chen'. Sir, you may sit on the donkey cart and let's talk." Zhang Chen pointed to one of the ears of the donkey cart.

"I couldn't ask for more!" Zhu Ziqing was delighted. He sat on the cart's ear without any hesitation. He looked at the three people walking behind the donkey cart and asked curiously, "Why don't they take the cart but walk behind the donkey cart instead?"

"They are practicing." Zhang Chen did not hide anything, and there was nothing to hide. Ever since he cultivated seven blood gods, Zhang Chen's confidence and courage have doubled.

"So that's how it is." Zhu Ziqing took a deep look at Zhang Chen and his group. When it comes to practicing martial arts, there is no ordinary person. No wonder Zhang Chen and his group of orphans and widows can survive in this chaotic world.

"I heard from you before that King Pingbian ceded land to the demon clan. Could you tell me more about it?" Zhang Chen asked. Zhu Ziqing nodded and said, "I heard that King Pingbian has the support of Huang Tiandao masters. He could have fought back and forth with the masters of the demon clan. But who knew that a strange treasure appeared in the north, which could absorb the wronged souls of the north and grow infinitely. The strange treasure was a growth-type strange treasure. In just a few months, it had the power comparable to the Yang God realm. So the three great masters of Huang Tiandao joined forces to collect the treasure, but who knew that a ghost king was born in the treasure. The prototype of the treasure was a flagpole. The ghost king controlled the flag and fought with the gods and men of Huang Tiandao. In the end, the masters of Huang Tiandao were severely injured, and the flag disappeared into the dark. The top masters under King Pingbian were lost, so he was naturally unable to compete with the demon clan. He could only cede land for peace."

Zhang Chen seemed to be lost in thought when he heard this. He remembered the skull that had been swallowing up and spewing out souls in the north before. It was called something: the King of Hell’s Banner.

It can devour countless ghosts to strengthen its own origin, and finally evolve into an underworld. Its power is comparable to that of a twelfth-level treasure. Of course, King Pingbian was tempted.

It’s a pity that the treasure has infinite power and I’m afraid it already has an owner, so King Pingbian can’t covet it.

Zhang Chen could understand King Pingbian's thoughts. After all, he had lost his largest territory, Zhang Shicheng. He was now facing internal and external troubles. The human king was eyeing him covetously, and the demon tribe was scheming against him outside. His situation was extremely bad. If it were not for Huang Tiandao's support behind him, he would have been completely swallowed up by the demon tribe and became a part of it.

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

Zhu Ziqing looked Zhang Chen up and down, and seeing that Zhang Chen was wearing a bamboo hat, he asked curiously, "Brother, which city did you come from?"

"Wannian County." Zhang Chen said.

"I came from Changyang County. The situation in the North is really miserable right now. There are rebel armies everywhere, and countless civilians can't survive, so they simply rebel, raise their flags and start looting. Some people go inland, and some go to the nearby territories of major nobles. There are probably tens of millions of rebel troops in the whole North. Even the Pingbian Palace is helpless and can't suppress them, so they can only let the refugees cause chaos." Zhu Ziqing said.

Zhang Chen sighed softly when he heard this. The situation in the north was already in chaos, and the Pingbian Palace was the one behind it, fanning the flames.

"I heard from people that the flag has recognized its master. The master of the flag has erected a big flag in the north and directly raised a large army. Many people have responded." Zhu Ziqing said.

"Huh? That flag actually has an owner?" Zhang Chen was stunned. That was not an ordinary treasure. How could it have an owner? And it even brought a team of people with it. I'm afraid King Pingbian would have a headache.

The carriage wheels were moving. While the two were talking, a muffled thunder suddenly sounded in the distance. The shouts of killing shook the earth. Zhang Chen was stunned and turned his head to look at the battlefield in the distance. Zhu Ziqing, who was standing beside him, also changed color, with a hint of panic in his eyes:
"There's a large army fighting ahead! Let's take a detour."

The refugees were not fools. After noticing the shouting and killing sounds coming from afar, they all took a detour.

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

Time goes back to a quarter of an hour ago, when Zhang Chen was talking with Zhu Ziqing, after noticing the killing in the distance, he had already sent out the Bloody God Son. The Bloody God Son came all the way to the battlefield and saw hundreds of thousands of people fighting from afar.

One of them was wearing tattered coarse linen clothes, while the other was wearing leather armor and holding elite weapons. They were actually the army of Pingbian Palace.

As the two sides fought, the battlefield became a river of blood.

The Blood God quickly summoned the Sea of ​​Blood and began to shuttle underground, pulling the blood from the battlefield down, while also secretly spying on the situation on the battlefield.

"These people wearing coarse linen clothes seem to be a rebel group composed of refugees." There was a hint of thought in the eyes of Zhang Chen's Blood God Son.

At this moment, he seemed to have realized a big secret. When the rebels gathered together, they could actually form a destiny to resist the dragon energy of the Pingbian Palace.

At this time, people of the bloodline joined the battle, and both sides, under the protection of their respective dragon energy, did not suffer any backlash.

The rebels had the numerical advantage of more than 80,000, while the army of Prince Pingbian's Palace had no more than 10,000 people. However, the army of Prince Pingbian's Palace was well-trained and equipped with excellent equipment. In a short time, the 80,000-strong army was killed and the number of people continued to decline sharply.

Seeing that the troops of both sides fell like wheat being cut, and the number of the rebels soon became less than 5,000, their leader suddenly pulled out a black flag from his arms, and saw the flag swaying. In an instant, gusts of cold wind blew up, and three thousand evil spirits flew out of the cold wind and pounced directly into the bodies of the rebels wearing coarse linen clothes. Then the rebels seemed to be injected with chicken blood, and mysterious power flowed around their bodies. They began to fight back continuously, killing the soldiers of Pingbian Palace and making them defeated.

"That's the Yama Banner! The rebels held the Yama Banner in their hands and summoned three thousand evil spirits to reverse the situation. However, after being possessed by evil spirits, there will be a great price to pay. The lighter ones will become seriously ill, and the more serious ones will die directly. The Yama Banner actually recognized its master?" Zhang Chen's Blood God Son turned into a thumb-sized, standing in the battlefield, watching the battle on the field, with a thoughtful look in his eyes:
"Those three thousand evil ghosts are at least at the third level. Moreover, they use the energy of the three thousand strong men as their vitality, and can form a large formation to hunt down the strong men on the opposite side, suppress the bloodline people and Shinto monks on the opposite side. The formation is so fierce, just like a hundred ghosts parading at night, even I can't see through it."

(End of this chapter)