Douluo: Thousands of Templates Tang Chen

　　 The scary **** sword light broke through the sky, cutting through the space and the white clouds all the way, shooting straight to the deepest part of the clouds.

　　 The terrifying killing intent originating from Shura's divine nature is not covered by the blood mist, and it floods all around. At the center of this Douling Empire, where the royal family was located, the Guardian Douluos finally found out that there was something wrong, and led the spirit master troops under their command to immediately fly to the direction where the Jagged Sect was.

　　 In the broken black realm, the King of Killing with a heavy sword slowly raised his head, listening to the sound of breaking through the air that was getting closer and closer, the brilliance in his eyes flowed, and the face covered by the mask could not see the change.

　　 At this moment, the blood that filled her body flickered a few times and slowly dissipated, even the Shura Demon Sword in her hand was dimmed.

　　 "Soul power, is still... not enough?"

　　 The Slaughter King turned his head and looked in the direction where Tang Ya was. At this moment, the little girl who was no more than the fourth ring could not afford the consumption of a Title Douluo, she was half kneeling on the ground with a pale face, cold sweat dripping from her forehead.

　　Different from Di Tian, ​​who had too much soul power to use up, Tang Ya at this moment was still too weak and could not afford the consumption of the servants at all. Even if the Slaughter King simply made a sword, most of his power came from the killing intent in the domain, Tang Ya still couldn't bear the terrifying consumption, and the spirit power in his body was consumed in an instant.

　　 is really a weak master, if...

　　 The lines on the mask are distorted again, forming a strange pattern like a smiling face. At this moment, the surging sea of ​​blood had swallowed the black realm, and came to her with the pale Mo Qianchi.

"grown ups……"

　　 Mo Qianchi smiled flatteringly, as he was about to say something, the strange smile on the mask trembled slightly, the eyes made of complicated patterns turned over, and he suddenly looked at Mo Qianchi.

　　 At this moment, there was a sense of fear in Mo Qianchi's heart, and the blood seemed to freeze at this moment. His eyes gradually became dull, and the last trace of blood faded from his pale complexion, white and transparent.

　　 "Om..."

　　 Under the mask, the sword-like red magic pattern lights up again, and the terrifying murderous aura slowly rises. After the weird smiling face came into contact with the murderous intent, it slowly twisted and returned to its original appearance.

"trouble."

　　The giant hand formed by the sea of ​​blood lifted up Mo Qianchi, and the King of Slaughter came to Tang Ya who was half-kneeling in front of Tang Ya, who was half kneeling on the ground.

　　 "Oh...oh, I see."

　　 Tang Ya managed to prop up her body, staggered, and she was about to fall to the ground, a slender hand lifted her collar.

　　 glanced at Tang Ya disgustingly, a pair of blood-colored wings stretched out behind the Slaughter King, tearing open the space in an instant, and flying in with Tang Ya with a slightly ruddy complexion. Behind them, a sea of ​​blood was surging, and Mo Qianchi was also thrown in, only then slowly dissipating.

　　 Shortly after they left, several streamers carrying a terrifying aura fell from the sky. Behind them, there were nine spirit rings of different colors shining. There is no doubt that these are the titled Douluo belonging to the Douling Empire.

　　 Among these titled Douluo, the only man with a national character face with a one-hundred-thousand-year spirit ring glanced around, frowned slightly, and said solemnly: "The smell of blood, the smell of evil, it is indeed the evil spirit master."

　　 said, he walked to the place where the Jagged Sect's gate was, and looked at the damaged but still conspicuous gate, a trace of loneliness and regret flashed in his eyes:

　　 "This sect that has been passed down for thousands of years is still cut off here? Tang Sect... those who can't keep up with the times will eventually be abandoned by the times."

　　 Listening to the somewhat lonely words of the Guozilian Douluo, the Contras who had just arrived here looked at each other. After a long time, a Contra was pushed out by his colleagues and said bitterly:

　　 "My lord, Tang Sect... Tang Sect has been destroyed long ago. This is no longer the residence of Tang Sect, but the Jagged Sect..."

"Um?!"

　　 Guozi Face Douluo was taken aback, the expression on his face slowly receded. He turned around and looked at the pale Contra behind him, and a terrible breath slowly emerged.

　　 "The Tang Sect was destroyed by other sects? It's really interesting. Although the Tang Sect is in decline, not everyone can bully it. Come on, tell me something!"

While 　　 spoke, his arrogance rose, and a pair of violent eyes phantom opened behind him, glaring at the trembling Contra.

　　 "...If I can't be satisfied, you, instead of me, pay for the ancestors of Tang Sect to apologize!"

　　 At the end, his voice was like a roar of a beast, shaking away the only **** breath left here.

　　…………

　　 Thousands of miles away, the Slaughter King picked Tang Ya and stepped out of the crack in the unfolding space. Looking at the lush forest in front of her, she tilted her head and said with some doubts: "Space...seems to be a lot more fragile..."

　　 "Puff--!"

　　 Behind them, the space crack fluctuated, and Mo Qianchi spit out from it. As a strong man among evil spirit masters, although he was dizzy by the turbulence of space, he was not injured in any way.

　　 shook his head, he quickly returned to his own state, and just raised his head, he saw the continuous jungle not far away.

　　 "This is... Star Dou Great Forest? How could it be possible that space shuttle can come to such a far place? This senior... won't she be Extreme Douluo, right?!"

　　Mo Qianchi is not a random speculation. In the Douluo Continent, after reaching the Super Douluo, it can be said that there is a qualitative gap at every level. Like this almost standard space shuttle, in addition to possessing a special martial spirit, a normal Super Douluo can travel hundreds of miles is extraordinary. Only the beast **** Emperor Tian, ​​the strongest man on the mainland, possesses the terrifying ability to travel thousands of miles at a time.

　　 Of course, the physique between humans and beasts is different, but the distance of thousands of miles... I am afraid there is only Limit Douluo.

　　 Thinking of this, Mo Qianchi didn't care about his face, he fell to his knees with a "pump", and walked toward the King of Killing with a five-body Dali.

　　 "I don't know that senior is here, the Holy Spirit taught Mo Qianchi how to offend, please also senior Haihan!"

　　 While talking, Mo Qianchi knocked his head like garlic, and even deliberately broke his forehead, pulling the blood out, trying to make himself a little bit miserable.

　　 There is no way, he is scared. In Douluo Continent, the four words Extreme Douluo are the greatest deterrence, and the ninth-level fixed-mounted soul-guided artillery shell that Sun Moon Empire is proud of is not even a fart in front of Extreme Douluo.

　　 If it weren't the base camp of the Holy Spirit Cult in the Sun-Moon Empire, the true leader who had never seen the end of the dragon was also Extreme Douluo, and the ashes of the Sun-Moon Empire would be raised by the mainland's Extreme Douluo. It was precisely because of the Holy Spirit that the Emperor of the Sun Moon Empire dared to make ambitious plans and dared to fight with the three empires of Douluo Continent in three directions, otherwise he would not even be able to see the sun the next day. With such a horror, killing him will not be more difficult than killing a chicken.

　　 He mentioned the Holy Spirit Cult in his words, it is to protect oneself with the name of the Holy Spirit implicitly. But this is just his wishful thinking. If he is really killed by the Slaughter King, I am afraid that the Holy Spirit Cult will not express anything, and even exaggerate the senior's good work and sell him backhand to please the other party.

　　 After all, for the sake of a Super Douluo, it is really not worthwhile for the dead Super Douluo to offend a Limit Douluo. If the other party is decent, it's fine, but the other party is from the same camp, and the Holy Spirit teaches that it is too late to indulge in the other party. How could it be offended?

　　 Just as he was lying on the ground anxiously, waiting for the death of the King of Slaughter, he suddenly heard the other party’s question:

　　 "What is the teaching of the Holy Spirit...?"

　　Mo Qianchi:?

　　 He raised his head in surprise, forgetting to ask for mercy, and asked: "My lord, you, don't you know the Holy Spirit?!"

No way? No way? Are there any evil spirit masters who don’t know the Holy Spirit’s teaching? Did you come out of some remote corner to become a senior in hermit? No, the Holy Spirit has a long history. With the strength of this predecessor, he should have stunned the mainland. It is impossible not to have heard of the Holy Spirit.

　　 Thinking of this, he hurriedly asked: "May I ask if your name is..."

The King of Slaughter glanced at him, and the complicated lines on the mask once again formed a weird smile: "Me? Huh! Junior, listen clearly, I am the master of the City of Slaughter. You can call me... the King of Slaughter. !"

　　 "So, the King of Slaughter...Wait a minute? The King of Slaughter?!"

　　 Mo Qianchi widened his eyes, looked at the Killing King in front of him in disbelief, and his mind was spinning.

　　The King of Slaughter, one of the great enemies of Tang San's ancestors ten thousand years ago, the first evil spirit master on the mainland, the source of all evil spirit masters...

　　In other words, this is...the ancestor? !