Douluo: Thousands of Templates Tang Chen

"Quick... can't let it go!"

In Tang San's mind, members of the great race of Issi screamed in horror, and there was even a hysterical sound in the voice. And Tang San quickly recovered, although he didn't understand what happened for the time being, he immediately activated the counter mechanism that the master gave him.

That's right, the key to solving everything was not in the master, but was handed over to Tang San before coming. After all, even if he is now wandering in the endless sea of ​​knowledge, his body is not as good as the five-ringed spirit master of the power attack system. Even if the soul has been liberated, coupled with the help of members of the great race of Isth, the face of the old rulers is still as small as dust.

But Tang San was different.

After killing the stars and regaining a new life, although he is not clear, the master and the great race have already understood everything. Although Tang San is still a human being, it is only because he firmly believes in his heart that he is a human, and the flesh and blood in his body have condensed into the previous appearance.

The current Tang San had absorbed everything in Star Color, but with some special power he had eradicated those chaotic and crazy laws. Except for not allowing the creatures to be chaotic and crazy, Tang San was not much different from the star color of the human form.

The color of the stars is one of the superior independent races in the Cthulhu universe, and this name represents their strength. Even in the face of the old dominators, as long as they are not the most important clones, they will not decay too easily.

The switch rooted in the spirit was activated, and the edge of the wasteland in a radius of several tens of miles, a little light of electricity was in vain. Under the action of this electric light, the outer space fluctuated a few times and began to envelope the entire wilderness.

In the next instant, whether it was in the sky or underground, a spherical barrier with a diameter of several kilometers centered on the altar appeared out of thin air, and bounced the "Bayaki" that flashed to the barrier at that moment.

"Can you actually use the magnetic field to accelerate in the atmosphere...no good! Tang San, he rushed toward you!"

The member of the great race who was observing in an instrument somewhere had not recovered from the shock, and found that the "Bayaki" who did not know his real name turned around, spewing particles from behind, moving towards at an unimaginable speed. Tang San rushed.

Obviously, the other party also saw that the core switch of this array was on Tang San, and once Tang San died, he could easily get out of here.

At the moment of crisis, the chaotic master in his mind violently coughed out a mouthful of blood. Regardless of the dizziness of his brain, he struggled to walk to the side of the altar, grabbed the talisman which had become crystal clear since Baiyaki came out, and swooped into the sky. The streamer below threw it out.

This is, shaped...【Shooting the Devil and Devil's Devil】!

This is the book handed down by Hasta, the king of yellow clothes, and any spells, rituals, and talisman in it are inseparable from his power. This talisman flew into the air, and as soon as it approached, it was captured by the yellow light, naturally out of thin air.

The light gradually became concrete, transforming into a mask woven of silk, covering Baiyaki's cheeks.

"This mask...it really is the king of yellow clothes!"

Although the demon arresting the ghost urn did not play a role, it also hindered the movement of Baiyaki, who was possessed by the king of yellow clothes. Taking this opportunity, a member of the great race somewhere slammed the button and finally activated a certain position.

The open organ on the chest closed abruptly, and the particles spewed from behind gradually dissipated. The sudden disappearance of the propulsive force caused Hasta flying in the air to spin several times to relieve the force, and then he stood in the air intact and looked down at everything below.

On the silk mask that drifted in the wind, it seemed as if the eyes on the silk thread were slowly wandering, looking towards a certain position in the void:

"Is..."

"He... He found me!"

In his mind, horrible screams reverberated everywhere, making Tang San frowned and shielded everything. He raised his head and looked at Beyaki in the sky... To be precise, he looked at the yellow mask covering Baiaki's face. At some point, the bright light in his eyes had already lit up.

This familiar but slightly different aura naturally attracted Hasta's attention, his eyes turned, and he seemed a little surprised when he saw Tang San.

"Star Color? Buddha? Creator? Really interesting."

"The more interesting ones are yet to come!"

The crisp sound of steel pouring sounded from under Tang San's clothes, and the erupting parts wrapped him like a wave, and the halo of strange colors slowly rippled in the undulating eyes, turning into thousands of silk threads covering the whole body.

The ferocious iron wings spread out behind him, and several Baiyaki's chest organs were inlaid on them. Even if the power of the magnetic field cannot be used in this position, it can generate an impetus beyond imagination.

"This is... peculiar smell again..."

Muttering to himself, the mask made of yellow silk fluttered on Baiaki's face, blocking the obscure spells. The next moment, Tang San's expression changed, and he always felt that no matter how hard he tried, the wings couldn't generate the slightest impetus.

The wind... is gone.

"It's Hasta! Hasta controls the power of the wind! Watch out for the wind!"

The words in his mind forcibly broke through Tang San's shield and appeared in his mind. But the reminder of the great race was too late. Without the slightest premonition, the alloy chest on Tang San's chest quietly cracked smooth cracks, and the invisible attack easily cut through all obstacles, tearing it instantly. Tang San opened his chest.

The blood rushed out, and the pain came into my mind. Only then did Tang San understand the meaning of the words of the great race, and the wind reverberating in the sky at this moment was the weapon in the opponent's hand.

Deprived of the air, Tang San subconsciously held his breath, his face pale, the air in his lungs was pulled out, and the blood in his chest accelerated the rush.

This was a fatal attack for others, but even though Tang San's face was pale at this moment, his aura only became a little disordered.

"You idiot!"

Seeing falling from the air like a human, a member of the great race somewhere slapped his fish with fins on his face, and his voice trembled and roared: "It's just a fatal injury, you are the color of the stars!"

"Star Color?"

The loose eyes instantly condensed, and the surging blood stagnated in an instant. Tang San's pupils, who had been trying hard to breathe the air, trembled slightly, the light that had spread like a corona slowly solidified, turning into layered light.

The blood spit out, like a gem, poured back, and the hideous wound was instantly restored to its original state. Tang San slowly inhaled in a windless vacuum, the cognition inherent in his mind was completely shattered.

Originally, this human body was formed because he was determined in his heart that he was a human being. The previous performances were also because he was a human being. Human beings should be like this under such circumstances.

But now, he suddenly discovered that human beings are still too weak in the face of the power of the past.

In this way, we can only transcend human beings!