Douluo: Thousands of Templates Tang Chen

　　 "Wuhun possessed!"

　　 Even though the mind was shocked, the elite Contra from the Hall of Souls still instinctively summoned his own soul. I saw eight black long swords appearing behind him out of thin air, and a spirit ring floating on the hilt of each sword.

　　 yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black!

　　 The appearance of this Contra looks absolutely no more than sixty years old, and coupled with the best spirit ring configuration, even in a place like the Spirit Hall, it can definitely be called a "genius".

Originally cautious, he jumped down from the valley very abnormally. When he was in mid-air, the black spirit ring on the seventh sword behind him was released, and the eight long swords behind him rose up against the storm and turned into ten. The meter-long giant sword fell from the sky and pierced its disgusting body severely before the monster could not react.

　　 is exactly the martial soul of this Contra!

　　 "#*￥$" The monster's ferocious mouth was wide open, and it made unintelligible babbles, and could not hear any emotions. And after such babblings pierced Contra's ears, a hostile spirit suddenly rose in his heart.

　　 "Boom!"

　　 The eight-handed long sword was heavily inserted again, nailing the monster to the ground. Contra easily grabbed Feng Ling from the monster's mouth, and behind him, the last black spirit ring began to shine.

　　 "Sword formation, get up!"

　　 The eight-handed long sword nailed into the monster's body lit up, and if there was no golden light pattern, the eight-handed long sword was connected in series, and a huge sword formation slowly formed around the monster.

　　 "Remember, the one who destroyed you was the Contra of the Spirit Hall, Ye Xinghen!"

　　 The palm of the Contra named Ye Xinghen suddenly clenched, and in the sword formation, eight long swords hovered around the monster and began to spin at high speed. The immobile monster suppressed by the sword formation had only time to roar, and was stirred into powder by the swarming long swords.

After venting the hostility in his heart, Ye Xinghen realized that his mentality had become different from the past, but now that the monster has been solved, he did not think about this problem carefully, but looked aside and was rescued by him. Wind Ling.

　　, who had carefully checked the information before coming, he naturally recognized the young master of the Imperial Wind Sect. It's just that now, his face is ashen ashes, lying motionless on the ground, he is not as energetic as before. Looking at the stumps all around, listening to the wailing of those disciples who hadn't died yet, Ye Xinghen almost knew why Feng Ling became like this.

　　 After he sighed, he squatted next to Feng Ling, hardened his heart and grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up, looking at his trance look, the spirit power in his body roared: "Feng Ling!"

　　 This soul-powered roar awakened Feng Ling from a trance state. He looked around in confusion. The blood and scattered limbs aroused the memories he was least willing to face.

　　 "Dead... all dead..." He muttered, slowly standing up from the ground, looking around, the huge Yufeng Sect could not find a living person except him and the Contra in front of him.

　　 Tears slipped silently from the corner of his eyes.

Looking at Feng Ling who was crying silently, Ye Xinghen opened his mouth, still cruelly said: "Boy, although this will evoke bad memories for you, I still have to ask, what happened here? Why did it happen? Such a monster?"

　　 "He is not a monster." Feng Ling wiped away the tears from the corner of his eyes, turned around, and looked at the Contra in a moon-white robe in front of him. Ye Xinghen didn't see it, and a slender mark bulged on Feng Ling's neck covered by clothing.

"That……"

　　 "He is my father!"

　　 Fengling lowered his eyes, and he shuddered as long as he remembered the scene of his father rushing out of the room with his red eyes, grabbing a disciple and biting. In the entire Yufeng Sect, apart from his father, the strongest are the two soul emperor level elders. But the two elders who tried to stop their father didn't even hold up a cup of tea, and they became new food.

　　 In this way, Feng Xiao slaughtered in Yufengzong, and gradually became the monster that Ye Xinghen saw. However, the monster seemed to recognize Feng Ling, did not eat him, but kept holding him in his mouth.

　　 "Yes...Father, he always loved me so much..."

　　 Fengling lowered her head, the bulge on her neck became more and more conspicuous. When listening to Feng Xiao’s roar, he felt that something had changed in his body, and now his body...

　　 "Boy, what happened? You said that monster is your father?" Ye Xinghen walked to Feng Ling eagerly, grabbing his shoulder and asked excitedly. He has always believed in the news about the [disaster] that was released a year ago by the Wuhun Main Hall. But one year later, the predicted disaster did not show any signs, which made many forces slack in their hearts. But at this moment, he had a hunch that what happened in Yufengzong was definitely related to the predicted disaster!

　　 "He... is not a monster... He... is my father!" Feng Ling raised his head fiercely. At this moment, Ye Xinghen in front of him suddenly felt the crisis. But it was too late, Feng Ling's right hand suddenly pierced out, and a tentacle came out of his palm, piercing Ye Xinghen's chest.

　　 "Boom!"

　　 Ye Xinghen's soul power surged all over his body, and suddenly the wind rushed out. He covered his chest and watched in disbelief as Feng Ling, who was climbing up from the ground not far away, constantly stretched out his tentacles under his skin, gritted his teeth.

　　 "You... are also a monster!"

"Monster?" Feng Ling still has a lot of reason, his face twisted, and he shouted feverishly: "Ignorant mortal, you will never know what true greatness is. Praise you, the great mother of all things, You are the creator of countless lives in a trillion world. Tonight is the night of the full moon. We will be in the silent forest with a Contra as a sacrifice to liberate you from that dark world!"

　　 "We..." Ye Xinghen coughed up a mouthful of **** sputum, and he keenly noticed something was wrong from Feng Ling's words. Sure enough, behind him, heavy footsteps sounded.

　　 Ye Xinghen turned his head stiffly, where the monster that should have been stirred into powder by the sword formation was walking towards him with a big, hideous mouth, even if the eight huge swords that shattered it before were inserted behind him.

　　 "Disaster, really has arrived..."

　　 He gritted his teeth, waved his hand fiercely, and the eight huge sword flew back behind him again. Seeing the two monsters constantly approaching him, the eighth spirit ring behind Ye Xinghen shined again, the golden light patterns connected in series, and the terrifying sword formation once again appeared in this valley.

　　 "In any case, I will pass the news back here..." The strength was constantly losing along with the blood, and he even vaguely felt the abnormal movement coming from his body. But at this time, Ye Xinghen calmed down as never before. He coldly looked at Feng Ling who rushed over with a grinning grin, his palms clenched again.

　　 "Sword formation, get up!"

　　 This attack is also considered to be among the best in Contra, but it has no effect.

　　 No matter how many times Ye Xinghen kills them, they will be resurrected within a few seconds, delaying Ye Xinghen, and even he was forced back into the valley for several times. This is not a question of the amount of soul power, but a difference in existence itself.

　　 Gradually, his sword-swinging hand became sluggish, as a tiny tentacle slowly formed under the skin on his face. At this moment, he finally realized that he might really not be able to get out today, and even the news could not even spread.

　　 "Old man...ashamed of the cultivation of great worship." He sighed, and after consuming the last trace of soul power, he closed his eyes in despair, facing the sharp teeth of the monster approaching.

　　 "Ah! Mora Bharata!"

The sound of chanting entered Ye Xinghen’s ears, Ye Xinghen opened his eyes again, and was extremely surprised to see a tall figure surrounded by demonic energy, and slammed the monster full of tentacles on it. Underfoot.

　　 "What am I? After peeking into the essence, I thought that the troublesome guy had come to this world. I didn't expect this to be an ordinary heir, or the lowest kind."

　　 "The mere black goat cubs dare to be fierce in my ranch?!"