Douluo: Thousands of Templates Tang Chen

Ever since he met Star Color, Tang San has always had an idea hidden in his heart.

In this world that is about to be swallowed up by the tide of darkness, it can be said that there is almost no hope, the more he is immersed in the progress of soul power, the more he will embark on the wrong path until he fails completely.

"Tang San, what are you thinking, Tang San, go and block him!"

In the void, the members of the great race who hid looked at Tang San with empty eyes, and the fish's face was full of broken expressions. It stands to reason that it pointed out all this, Tang San should be able to understand it.

Not to mention rapid anti-killing, at least showing the qualities that a superior independent race should have, and it should still be able to resist for a period of time. But what's the situation now, why did he start to be in a daze?

"In this world, if you want to completely solve the darkness of the future and completely shatter the tragic future, it is absolutely impossible for human beings to do it!"

"Tang San! What are you trying to say?!"

"Humans have their limits, so...I'm not a human being, teacher!"

Under the ferocious steel armor, in the gap extending from the huge crack in the chest, thousands of brilliance burst out, illuminating the gradually gloomy wilderness.

"Kacha...Kacha..."

The armor on his body was stained with blue-violet brilliance, sealing the endless vitality inside. Under the brilliance of life, this armor was completely fused with Tang San, truly connected with flesh and blood.

On the steel wings, purple flesh and blood clung to it, forming a pair of weird flesh wings. Under Tang San's talent for ignoring gravity, his weight increased to nearly half a ton, and he waved his iron wings, flying up into the sky like a sharp arrow amidst a little broken sound.

"I'm looking for you!"

The endless, invisible and invisible wind still existed, cutting Tang San's flesh and blood and armor all the time. However, under the control of a certain force, even if the steel and flesh and blood were torn apart, they would fully recover in the next instant.

At this moment, Hasta flying in the air slowly lowered his head, and there seemed to be some surprises on the silky surface.

But just these changes cannot distract him too much. The sharp claws that were like eagle claws slowly lifted, and Tang San, who was flying fast into the air, came to a halt.

Because the space...is blocked.

The reaction force caused by the instant cessation instantly rolled down, causing Tang San's chest made of steel and flesh and blood to dent a little. In this depression that the naked eye can't see, no matter how hard Tang San tried, he couldn't get rid of it.

The eagle's claws clenched abruptly, and Tang San's pupils, trapped in the hollow of the space, shrank slightly. Before he could react, his huge body was squeezed into meat sauce in an instant, and countless flesh-and-blood steel parts scattered all around, one after another. The ground fell.

"No? Can't stand it so quickly?"

At this moment, not only the master's eyes are cracking, but even members of the great race have their eyes widened, and the whole fish is stiff.

"This kind of disguise that doesn't work at all... it's better to use it sparingly."

Unlike them, Hasta standing in the sky did not feel the slightest lightness. He looked at the little flesh and blood splashing up below, and a weird smile appeared on his weird mask.

The wind is blowing.

The wind blade that was almost condensed into substance whizzed down, bounced away the tiny flesh and blood. But in the gap between certain flesh and steel, the golden brilliance is fleeting.

The howling wind... dispersed.

The solidified air diverged again, and a thin arrow that was extremely subtle compared to Baiakina's huge body pierced all obstacles. Whether it's the flying wind, the solidified space, or the indestructible mask, it seems like a piece of paper at this moment.

Hasta did not see that when his rotating wind blade bounced off the blood, a drop of purple-red blood was spotted on a fragmented steel part, changing its course. And that part slammed into the blood-stained Hidden Blade impartially, and happened to activate the switch of Hidden Blade.

This hidden deep, deadly attack like a poisonous snake seemed to block Hasta's perception, and was not felt by the ubiquitous wind. Where the Hidden Blade went, all the wind was quietly separated.

In just an instant, the Hidden Blade flew in front of Hasta's eyes, piercing deeply into the mask before his invisible mask of joy and anger changed.

The divine light in his eyes dimmed quickly, and the soul of Baia's basic body slowly awakened. Feeling the solidified magnetic field around the body and the unshakable space-time environment, it panicked and tried to escape, but a ray of glittering light suddenly appeared in the corner of its eyes.

That's... a ghost urn!

On the altar, the blood-drenched master was panting, and there was no more gold mead in his hand. In the battle just now, relying on the protection of the body and soul of the golden mead, he barely supported it until now, and finally waited for the opportunity.

"Little San... Next... it's up to you..."

After talking about this guy, the master finally couldn't resist the drowsiness in his mind, and fell to the ground, blood constantly oozing out of the dense wounds on his body, and he soon stained the ground red.

The master’s efforts are not useless. At the moment when he sees the demon urn, Beyaki, who came here through the gate of summoning, slowly lights up a certain mark in the depths of its soul, and it flashes with the sky. The devil and the ghost urn complemented each other, completely depriving it of its not fully awakened consciousness.

After all, without the suppression of the power of the King of Yellow Clothes, for Baiyaki, the Demon Cultivation Ghost Urn is a controller that is truly written into the depths of his soul.

Even so, the flying wind still did not completely dissipate, but wrapped the hideous body, making it still stand in the sky.

At the center of the silk mask, the light on the Hidden Blade flickered and flickered, and the dense runes continued to show up, and they were constantly being wiped out. At the moment when the power of the two reached a certain balance, a cracked palm violently tore the mask from Baiaki's face.

That was Tang San's palm. After being squeezed to pieces by the space power, it was not easy to recover, at least for the current Tang San.

The flesh and blood in the sky condensed, and the originally scattered and invisible flesh and blood reunited with machinery, and thousands of bloodshots were connected to each other, vaguely forming the appearance of Tang San.

At this moment, his expression was wilting, and the brilliance in his eyes was extremely bleak. He stretched out his broken arm laboriously, and the broken hand floating in the void, tearing off the silk mask, slowly fell, stuck in the **** crack, and merged into one in a blink of an eye.

Looking at the strange mask in his hand, and feeling the tingling sensation faintly in his mind, Tang San finally breathed a sigh of relief.

it's finally over.