Douluo: Thousands of Templates Tang Chen

When a certain clone of Hasta encountered one of the top combat powers in the world, on the other side, the Shrek project’s general base, with the help of the technology of the great race, the dying master, and the overdrafted Tang San Feeling a flash of light, they returned to the master's laboratory.

"Quickly, put this guy in the container!"

Just as he stabilized his body, Tang San hadn't recovered from the dizziness of time and space changes, and the cry of the great race in his mind made him instantly awake.

Listening to the other party's guidance, he also ignored his bruised body. He quickly took the master's body and walked to a cylindrical container with a sense of science and technology.

"magnetic--"

On the cylindrical container, a faint blue light slowly lit up, and the lid with an unknown pattern on it slowly opened, revealing a transparent solution with seven colors faintly glowing inside it.

Looking at these liquids of unknown composition, Tang San's eyes flashed brightly, he didn't hesitate anymore, quickly took off the master's clothes, and immersed his body in the solution.

Even if he didn't face the terrifying king of yellow clothes (as they thought), the aftermath of the dissipated wave still had a great impact on the master's spirit. The members of the great race who were originally huddled in the body of the master ran faster than anyone else, allowing the master to steadily eat all the mental shocks.

In such a situation, most people don't want to say a little bit of resistance, I am afraid that in the first place, the soul will be deformed and completely reduced to an indescribable pollution monster.

Although I don't know how the master did it, the aftermath that made the great race shunned only caused some ripples in his soul, and he just managed to get the golden mead.

As an essential material for mortals to travel in the starry sky, golden mead has the magical effect of stabilizing the soul and strengthening the body. However, if you drink too much or have not experienced the extreme cold of the starry sky, you may be immersed in dreams forever until death.

But the master persisted. Although his body was riddled with holes cut by the sputtering wind blade, and the depths of his spirit were even more distressed, he still held on to prevent himself from coma, and finally hit the key. An important assist.

But after that, he couldn't hold it anymore. If Tang San hadn't forcibly used those strange eyes from the color of the stars to extend his life, I am afraid that the master would have already left this world.

The colorless solution fluctuates slightly, I don't know what kind of material it is, so that the master immersed in it can breathe smoothly. Less than half a minute after the master was immersed in the solution, Tang San, who had been watching the master's situation closely, was shocked to discover that the densely packed wounds on the master's body that looked like his own were actually healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Not only that, although the original colorless solution didn't seem to change much, the smell of wine that made Tang San's head dizzy still slowly diffused out. Obviously, the golden mead that was drunk by the master was slowly dialyzed out.

Seeing this, Tang San's tight heart finally relaxed a little, and he also noticed the injuries on his body that were several times more serious than the master. These injuries are almost hopeless to ordinary humans, but for Tang San now, although it is definitely not easy, it is still a little bit worse to endanger his life.

Taking a light breath, Tang San just sat down cross-legged, meditating on Tang Sect mentality in his heart, and began to follow the flow of energy in the body, allowing them to repair their wounds on their own.

After standing with Star Color, Tang San is no longer a human being strictly speaking, and the flow of energy in his body has long been out of touch with Tang Sect's mental method. At this moment, meditation is just to calm his heart quickly.

As the energy in Tang San continued to circulate, the dense gaps in his body that could even see through his internal organs slowly healed. After this stop, even though Tang San was broken several times, he was not in the slightest incomplete. Moreover, his awareness of his own abilities has greatly improved, and once his injury recovers, his combat effectiveness will even show a qualitative leap.

After Tang San was slowly immersed in cultivation, among the mechanical creations, a member of the great race was greedily looking at Tang San's body, to be precise, looking at his arm that was glued to the metal storage box.

It had seen it with his own eyes before, and the yellow silk mask originating from Hasta, the king of yellow clothes, was put into this box by Tang San.

Again, in the Cthulhu universe, knowledge is also power.

I took a very high risk this time. Although I was almost playing off, I got a reward. Although they don’t know which clone of Hasta they defeated, after Nyarlatotepu, Hasta is not like his old rival, Cthulhu, as the most capable old ruler in the universe. Being sealed in Lalaiye, natural skills are good.

No creature knows how much knowledge this "nameless man" has. After all, there are too many legends about him. There is even a gossip that this existence and one of the three pillar gods of the universe, the outer **** who masters the source of life, Shab Nicholas, have intersected in the universe and even conceived children.

These news are true or false, but no matter how credible they are, Hasta has much more knowledge and taboo spells than the old dominators of the same class.

Although they are just delusions, once they have gained a little knowledge from the mask left by the Hastar clone, they can even save the members of the great race in the subsequent multiverse turmoil.

But……

Looking at the unconscious master and Tang San who was immersed in cultivation, this great race member sighed. They have a good reputation among various races, and they have never harmed their hosts or even compensated their hosts when they traveled in various eras, but these thin moral values ​​are completely inapplicable in this case.

The only thing they were afraid of was the aura from the sleeve sword on Tang San's wrist. When this set of Hidden Blades arrived in Master's hands before, the members of the great race who lived with the Master didn't even notice the slightest. It was only when the Master later handed the Hidden Blades to Tang San that they suddenly became alert.

Not long ago, the power of these Hidden Blades even suppressed the mask attached to the King of Yellow Cloak clone, which at least represented that the existence behind the scenes was as powerful as Hasta.

Coupled with the fact that the other party may be an ancient existence lurking in this world, Tang San is very likely to be his favorite flag, which makes them even more intimidating.

So, after a brief silence, they quickly reached a consensus:

You absolutely can't engage in evil with Tang San's master and disciples, otherwise the consequences are unpredictable. If possible, try to get along with them, and even invest appropriately. In this case, there may be more lucrative returns in the future.

Just as they agreed, the master who was originally immersed in the recovery liquid suddenly opened his eyes slowly.

His consciousness regained consciousness.