Douluo: Thousands of Templates Tang Chen

　　After seeing the essence of the thorns brand, the angel **** was silent for a moment, and then his eyes flashed, wanting to directly search Qian Renxue's memory and explore the source of this brand.

　　 At the moment he shot, the originally silent thorns brand lighted up, and the holy feather appeared out of thin air, surrounded by Qian Renxue. A magnificent crown made of pure feathers of light was placed on her head again. At the moment when the crown appeared, the blankness in her eyes was swept away, leaving only the hidden deep anger that was forced to read the memory.

　　 With the help of the Brand of Thorns, her soul has been kept awake, but it has not been shown.

　　 "Are you awake? Very good, tell me exactly what you experienced." The angel **** has no other emotions at all, and is still so indifferent. In his view, everything a believer belongs to is his own. Isn't it normal to do what he wants to do to the believer?

　　 "Yes, it's like this..." Qian Renxue didn't dare to lie, she told the story to the Angel God. But under the cover of countless feathers of light, the deep trace of anger hidden in the depths of her eyes was not discovered.

　　The angel **** indeed has a way to confirm whether Qian Renxue's words are true. He listened carefully and confirmed that there was nothing false before he nodded.

　　 To tell the truth, the Angel God is also a little uncertain whether what Tang Chen said is true or false. Creation God, Creator? Judging from the nature of the power imprinted by the thorns, it may be true. After all, that power has far exceeded the limit that I know; disaster? In the God Realm, there are indeed predictions. At some point in the future, there will be a catastrophe that will sweep the entire God Realm. Could it be that the cataclysm refers to the invasion of other worlds?

　　Because he knows far more than Qian Daoliu and Qian Renxue, so he wants to (brain supplement) extraordinarily. What's more, in his view, the existence of the essence of light has no reason to deceive these little shrimps.

　　 "Perhaps...is true"

　　 The angel **** left such a sentence, and he returned to the realm of the gods. This kind of thing is no longer something that he alone can solve, he wants to discuss with the law enforcers of the world. Moreover, the power of the thorns brand touched him too much, and he had new insights into the future road, which also needed to return to the realm of the gods to carefully understand.

　　 At the moment when the consciousness of the angel **** returned, Qian Daoliu woke up. He saw his granddaughter lowered her head slightly, and there were more emotions in his eyes that even he could not see through, and he couldn't help asking:

　　 "What's wrong, Cher, did the gods say something?"

　　 "Disaster, maybe it's true. And..."

　　 Qian Renxue raised her head, her eyes full of determination. "I was thinking, to become a god, can I only inherit the position of god?!"

　　 On her head, the brand of thorns that had been restored to its original state flickered slightly.

　　Holy Soul Village, in the blacksmith's shop at the corner of the village, Tang Chen looked boredly at Tang San fiddling with the parts on the tool table.

　　 Three months have passed, and now Tang San has initially mastered the chaotic cloak hammer method. Under the warm support of Tang Chen's Buddha power, he can already wield thirty-six hammers, which is far beyond his own at this time in the original work. Even Tang Hao was a little dumbfounded when he saw it.

　　Are all my own children evildoers?

　　 Tang Hao was a little skeptical about life, he was already genius enough, otherwise he wouldn't be the youngest titled Douluo in the mainland, but in front of his children, he really didn't look enough at all.

　　 If this is to change the world, it is estimated that he will sigh: "My son is worthy of the emperor."

　　 After two and a half months of repeated beating, Tang San over-fulfilled the task assigned by Tang Hao, and the 50 cm square, full of impurities, was hammered into half the size of a fist. At this moment, he was surprised to find that when the iron was only the size of a fist, the pig iron became an iron mother. And when only half the size of a fist remained, the iron mother became an iron spirit!

　　 Many of the parts on the tool table are forged from that piece of iron by Tang San. It was a hidden weapon called Xiujian, and it was also the simplest type of hidden weapon in the Tang Sect. But this was Tang San's first work in the world, and it was also the first work to be completed entirely on his own.

　　 The sleeve arrows are divided into two parts: sleeves and arrows. Because of the limited number of iron spirits, Tang San only finished the sleeves, and the sleeves were re-forged by him. There were nine of them, all of which were of the iron mother level.

But what Tang San didn't know was that Tang Chen secretly "enchanted" it with Buddha power, adding a series of bonuses such as armor piercing, real damage, chasing weakness, qi breaking, etc., for the 30th level. 'S Soul Venerable can cause considerable damage, and it is not impossible that a single blow will kill under a sneak attack.

　　 But Tang Chen didn't plan to tell Tang San about this, so let him feel his brother's love in a moment of crisis.

　　 "Brother, your eyes are so strange."

　　 Tang San felt a bit of cold inexplicably.

　　 Okay, this is a smelly brother.

　　 When Tang Chen sighed that Tang San didn't love his own sauce, suddenly, he suddenly felt a sense of transparency, just like drinking cold water during the dog days, which made people feel refreshed. The power of the holy light emerged in his body, beating happily, even the Buddha power that had not been improved for a long time, the bottleneck seemed to loosen a little.

This is……

　　 Tang Chen's eyes lit up. Seriously, he waited until Huadu was gone, and finally waited for Qian Renxue's assist. His background has finally begun to unfold.

　　 The creator’s template hasn’t changed much, it’s just that the training speed has become a little bit faster. However, he could feel that the bottleneck in the future had disappeared a lot, and this was what Tang Chen needed. As long as his power is strong enough, nothing can threaten him.

　　 Just when Tang Chen was pleasantly surprised, his eyes suddenly trembled, his consciousness broke away from his body, and he came to a huge and supreme palace.

　　 He sat on the throne in the center of the hall, and thousands of seraphs were kneeling under him. At the forefront of the Seraphim, there are six stalwarts with twelve wings, exuding brilliance more dazzling than the sun.

　　 And this kind of existence, at this moment, respectfully stands in front of Tang Chen.

　　 Where is this place?

　　 Tang Chen's eyes widened, looking at the things in the hall.

　　 "My lord!"

　　 Just as Tang Chen was thinking about what happened, a twelve-winged angel standing upright, with chains wrapped around his wings and a large sword on his back, stepped forward and knelt down on one knee.

"I have found the successor of the power of conviction, and I also ask the supreme lord to allow me to pass on the power. From then on, she will be the new convicted saint, she will judge the sins and punishments of billions of creatures in the world, for the dark The world brings the glory of our Lord!"

"allow."

　　 Tang Chen pondered a few times and nodded. In this space, he gradually learned something.

　　 After the background is unfolded, as long as sentient beings have thoughts about the template, whether it is anticipation or fear, it will become the nourishment for the power of the template. This space is something that comes with the Creator's template, and it has the [concepts] of many gods under the Creator.

　　 In other words, Godhead!

　　 With a godhead creature, there will be a chance to grow into a true god. However, in any case, the creatures who have obtained the Godhead cannot betray him.

　　 Godhead is just a concept. Although reaching a certain level, without such a concept, one cannot be promoted, but it does not consume much energy.

so……

　　 In the real world, Tang Chen's eyelids, who once again consumed the holy light in his body, jumped. The god-fuck concept does not consume energy, and the power of holy light finally accumulated is not left at all again.

　　 Wait a minute, the angel just now seems to be a twelve-winged woman called the Saint of Sins? !