Douluo: Thousands of Templates Tang Chen

Here...where is it?

The hazy consciousness, floating in the endless sky, was gently blown by the invisible breeze, and led to an unknown distance.

The clouds were floating, and the consciousness was trembling slightly like the snow-white clouds. At the highest point of everything, the bright but not dazzling sun is releasing light and heat, and the warm sunlight cast on the body, making the consciousness itself lazy, like floating clouds, letting the wind continue to run.

Although she doesn't know where this is, she feels extremely relaxed here. There is no hatred, no pain, and no heavy burden in my heart. Under such a long-lost relaxation, her eyes slowly closed, and she fell into a deep sleep.

What awakened her was a sudden cold.

He opened his dim sleepy eyes, and subconsciously used his hands to block the sun from the sky, but only saw the surging clouds. This layer of cloud and fog is so thick that sunlight can't come in, only a hint of brilliance can be revealed.

"Boom!"

A harsh cry came from above the clouds. A giant bird with a wingspan of at least ten meters and covered in silver-gray feathers crossed the sea of ​​clouds and floated down. The pair of radiant claws pierced into the depths of the clouds. The head of the grizzly bear instantly ended the life of this jungle overlord.

The dark red blood flew up and down again with the giant bird, and the metallic wings even passed through the body of consciousness without being hindered in the slightest. And she herself did not feel frightened, but stared at the giant bird blankly, whispering in her mouth:

"Soul... beast?"

The wind began to blow again. But this time, it was not the breeze that made people feel washed inside, but the whistling wind.

"Wait, wait a minute!"

Before he could react, the consciousness itself, like a soul washing machine thrown into Shrek City, began to sway wildly.

The clouds were rolling, and consciousness itself broke through the clouds with the wind, once again saw the bright sun in the sky. In the sun, the surging sea of ​​clouds glowed with phosphorescence and looked golden. Countless thick chains undulate in the clouds, echoing the peaks barely exposed, like a whole.

"Where is this place? Will there be only one place on the mainland?"

Looking at the rare and spectacular sight in front of her, the master of this consciousness, her beautiful eyes became a little blurred. At this moment, she suddenly remembered the poem written by Tang San's ancestors.

Red springs cascade down the cliffs, and stalactites hang in the caves.

Xianfang Biyu Ladder, cool and no heat.

The fairy shouted from the entrance of the cave, and went to see the flowers together.

Desperate but still fascinated, Yun Shen does not know where.

Here, it seems that the place where the immortal lives is described in that ancient poem, which is the so-called-Yun Shen does not know where it is.

At the very center of the sea of ​​clouds was an extremely tall mountain. Even if it was above the sea of ​​clouds, she could not see the top when she looked up. That towering, tall and straight, like a pillar of heaven after another.

I don't know what a spectacular sight will be at the top of the mountain.

As soon as such thoughts arose, the wind surrounding consciousness fluctuated again. In her low voice, the wind group held up her consciousness and slowly flew to the top of the mountain.

As she got closer and closer to the top of the mountain, she also saw the scene above. There are buildings with ancient styles one after another. This place is like a hidden paradise where humans still live in it.

There is no time to watch, the wind is getting faster and faster, and everything you see in front of you at this moment is like walking around. As if in an instant, her consciousness had already broken through the space gap and reached the top of the mountain. Where, she saw a figure with her back to her.

The breeze was blowing, bringing up the plain robe. As if feeling behind him, the person slowly turned his head back, and on his vague face, a pair of black eyes flashed with unparalleled confidence.

In an instant, the whole world seemed to be shattered, and that vague face also became obscure, and he could no longer see the slightest. But the black eyes, like a flash of electric light, were deeply imprinted in her heart.

"is it you?"

Slowly opened his eyes, and there was no bright sun in the sky, but rolling dark clouds. The heavy rain poured down from the air, and it fell on top of her head as if it had encountered an invisible barrier. It slowly slid down her whole body and soaked into the moist soil.

"It turned out to be a dream..."

"you're awake."

Without waiting for her to think more, a slightly hoarse voice sounded beside her. Upon hearing this familiar voice, she subconsciously started from the ground, and then, she saw her leaning against the tree. , The holy emperor with a strange mask on his face.

But what was different from before was that the patterns on the mask of the saint at this moment not only did not combine to form a weird smile, but rather looked rather solemn.

Looking at the holy emperor at this moment, and the heavy oppressive feeling all over her, Tang Ya also immediately put aside some doubts in her dream, and asked with concern: "Master holy emperor, is there any accident that happened?"

"Yeah. What happened in Shrek City before...you should have seen everything too."

Looking at the sleepy-eyed and dim-eyed lord beside him, the holy emperor did not intend to conceal his thoughts. Seeing Tang Ya nodding silently, she sneered, the pattern on the mask was even more weird.

"I actually... was put together. I don't know what kind of existence it is, but it can...distort my perception without knowing it. Is it...that guy? Or is it another existence that is even more weird and terrifying? ?"

"grown ups…"

Listening to the words of the Saint Emperor, although Tang Ya didn't know what happened, she also understood that what happened in Shrek City was premeditated by other people and had little to do with the Saint Emperor himself.

While the heaviness in her heart was lightened a bit, she also smelled some wind and rain.

"It's...no time to continue to consume it. I didn't want to let... the mice hiding in the dark pick up the bargain, but now..."

Thinking of the countless horror existences in the Hall of Valor, in that long river of time and thousands of parallel worlds, the Saint Emperor's heart could not help but feel a little chilly. If it really exists like that, I am afraid that only the heroic spirit body with the crown spirit foundation can barely hold on for a moment.

In such a weak world, is there really something worthy of such an existence? Or are there other reasons? But in any case, we cannot continue to wait, otherwise the situation will only get worse.

"We... can only take the initiative!"