Douluo: Thousands of Templates Tang Chen

"The highest...?"

Listening to the master's sigh, Tang San tilted his head, his mind turned around for a moment, and he instantly recognized a possibility:

The master was shocked by the knowledge of the old ruler, and his brain was temporarily wattless.

In the language of Douluo Continent, "Supreme" represents the only meaning of Xeon. This term is not used many times, and it is mostly used by the ancient ancestors to praise the creators who created the world they imagined.

Even in recent years, whether it is the prayers chanted by the God of Angels in the Wuhun Temple, or the old days described by various adjectives, there is no point in using this term.

Although the overall level is very crotch, but the top group of strong men in Douluo Star still has some compelling numbers for the strength of the enemy. Even if you don't know what the opponent's highest combat power is, you can only get a glimpse of the leopard from the power of those styles such as Gatanotoa's clone.

Even in that world, Gata Notoya may not be a low-level existence, but it is definitely not a high-level existence, otherwise it would not be the first to invade. But just a clone of Him, or even just being seen by those Contras, turned those strong men who were rare in the soul master world into stone sculptures, and even their souls could not be liberated.

Seeing the big from the small, the most powerful old dominators, that is, the ancient gods they knew in the words of the mental pollution monster, may be able to easily crush this planet, so powerful that they can't even imagine the level of the opponent.

But even so, among the words used to describe those existences and avoid being contaminated, "Supreme" has never appeared. It is used to praise the Lord who created everything. Although the religion may say a few words in private, it is shelved on the bright side.

Therefore, when he heard the master's muttering to himself, Tang San thought that the master's brain was Watt. Even if the master didn't speak, he almost forgot the word.

Although the babble was talking nonsense, the temperament change in the master was really real. That vicissitudes and wisdom breath, like an old man who has lived for an unknown period of time and has been reading poetry and books, every word and deed contains great wisdom.

Looking at such a master, Tang San still didn't feel wrong, but the members of the great race who hadn't stopped observing by the side were confused.

Tang San didn't know what urinary Hasta was, how could they not know if they had swayed in the Cthulhu universe for hundreds of millions of years. Like the legendary Nyarlatotepu, Hasta is also a lawless and messy existence.

Although they looked like they were only clones known as the "King of Yellow Clothes"... but the knowledge contained in them could also drive people with infinite wisdom into madness.

Especially for human beings like masters, their ability to understand that indescribable existence is far inferior to other races in the universe. Being infested by the power of the King of Yellow Clothes, it is already a good luck to have not become a dependent on the spot, and they are so energetic that they can't understand it.

It is as if the master received the knowledge retained in the mask of the undead yellow king, but was selflessly imparted a lot of knowledge by the legendary "all things one" Yugsothoth.

But even if there are more questions in their hearts, at this time, they can't ask the master. Among other things, the yellow silk mask held by the master is like a natural spiritual shielding device. No matter how hard they work, they can't fit into the master's mind as before.

When the members of the great race were curious about it, the master held the yellow silk mask that was as light as the air, and the countless knowledge in his mind gradually integrated. After everything was sorted out, the candlelight that existed in the heart slowly unfolded, burning up all the disorderly knowledge and information, turning it into firewood to support oneself.

"Teacher, what are you..."

Although the teacher in front of him was still thin, in Tang San's sense, the master who had been gradually infested by the indescribable knowledge and gradually became mad, now his whole person has changed.

The ethereal temperament is just like the fairy who came out of dust in the legend of the previous life. Although it seems to have retreated everything, when you look carefully, the master seems to be integrated into nature, and every move has a certain wonderful rhythm.

"Are you...successful?"

Looking at the silent master, Tang San hesitated for a moment, before asking.

After hearing his question, the master finally awoke from a certain state of trance. He glanced at the disciple beside him with complicated eyes, shook his head, and said, "I was thinking, why do you choose me? Why not change all of this yourself."

"Those exist? What are they? And what does the change in your mouth mean?"

Hearing from the side, Tang San frowned, and he didn't understand what strange things the teacher had thought of. But the members of the great race who watched all this were refreshed, as if they understood something.

Although there is no real evidence, they all know that there are certain taboos in this world.

When the boundary wall was unstable and they took the opportunity to come to this world, Gata Notoya, who was the heir of the old days, also invaded.

It stands to reason that there should be no existence in this world that can prevent the existence of Gata Notoya. Even the gods in the soul master's mouth can only contain or seal them when facing him, and the movement caused will definitely not be small.

But after that, they never heard of anything similar, as if all crises had been erased in an instant. The only thing left to the human beings in this world is to maintain a certain level of disaster and urge humans to become faster and stronger.

After that, both Tang Chen's appearance and Tang San's Hidden Blade only increased and strengthened this humble suspicion, and now it has become an existence that cannot be ignored.

Sure enough, immediately afterwards, the master explained: "Those beings...I never knew the real postures, specific names, only that they helped me just now."

As he said, the master's affairs became a little dazed, and there was a little confusion in his voice.

"They gave me everything I could bear, but they didn't tell me the responsibilities that I should bear. This is not normal."

"Wisdom is ignited in my heart, but I can't understand what they want to tell me. But vaguely I can feel that the breakthrough together is in you. Xiaosan..."

The master turned his head, looked at Tang San who was thinking, and asked, "If you have endless knowledge, what do you want to do the most?"

"Start a sect?"

Almost without hesitation, Tang San spit out four words. But as soon as he said this sentence, he regretted it. Although this was his long-time dream to recast the glory of Tang Sect in another world, it seemed to have nothing to do with the master's doubts.

But to his surprise, the master not only didn't smile, but thought of something, muttering to himself there.

"Opening the sect... Opening the sect... What is the core of the sect? It is the technique! In this world, there is no power to fight against mental pollution. Even the purple magic pupil and the mysterious power provided by Xiaosan are only slightly slowed down."

"Soul masters have limits, and gods face the old days like ants. I know, I know! They want me to open source and reshape a new system!"

"At the very least... a system that can withstand mental pollution and gradually strengthen!"