Douluo: Thousands of Templates Tang Chen

The wind is circling.

In the whirlwind that was difficult to see with the naked eye, the yellow-robed king Hasta's body was slowly twisted, and he was about to leave with the wind.

But at this moment, the originally calm space suddenly began to fluctuate slowly. The six chaos and unclear chains, full of original sin and filthy power, penetrated through the void, instantly cutting off all Hasta’s paths of retreat, and moving him away from uncertainty. The body was locked tightly.

"!!!"

The robe trembled slightly, and the creepy body under it was constantly exerting force, trying to break free from the chains that came from nowhere. But no matter how he struggles, how the bubble-like body changes shape, even the chains that he feels are not clear can change his body in a flash, and bind him firmly.

Not only is the physical force unable to break free, the fluid that soars up and is fully used by Him, at the moment it touches these chains, it is as if it has been corroded, and it loses control in a blink of an eye.

For this almost impossible scene in another world, what Hasta first felt was not anger, nor fear, but curiosity from the heart.

One dream is big.

The most fundamental creator, the pronucleus of chaos, a dream of the Yugsothoth, created the universe in which they exist, and also created the powerful and ancient ruler of the past, and indirectly created the innumerable universe in the universe. Creatures.

The scroll of creation was very empty at first, because the dreamland of the origin of creation was still chaotic and deep. But later, he began to feel that the world should be unfolded, so the Creator began to paint on the scroll, and every time he smeared it would change the direction of the dream and produce a completely different time.

The universe in which Hasta is located is not the original source, but it is also enough for Gui Ling. In the world, the origin of the universe is divided into the four basic elements of "earth, water, earth, and wind", and even the old rulers belong to them.

Hasta, the king of yellow clothes, belongs to one of the four elements, the camp of the howling wind.

When it comes to his realm, the power of the wind is naturally not limited to the flow of objects on the planet, but a real, regular existence. In the heyday of that universe, He could even use the power of wind to cut through the most supreme celestial body in the universe-the black hole!

Even in this different world that is everywhere, the flow of power is only somewhat weak in performance, but the rules and connotations in it have not changed. Tang San's alloy-melted super flesh was easily cut open by the seemingly soft wind blade, and it was also for this reason.

If given to His world, Hasta can even slowly condense a super fluid, and even cut the entire Douluo star in half in an instant!

But at this time, the previously unfavorable wind blade did not have the slightest effect on those mud chains that seemed to be flowing with chaotic colors, and even the wind blade itself was eroded away.

Silently looking at the surrounding chains around his body, without waiting for him to study it carefully, an indifferent voice came from the air abruptly.

"just……"

"I'm very happy to hear you smile."

The dark night sky is like a falling curtain, and the dazzling stars on it are like lights dotted on it. At this moment, under this deep and heavy curtain, the not-so-bright golden holy light slowly lit up.

[...I love you with eternal love, and I attract you with compassion...

...I hire you as my wife forever, and treat you honestly with true love forever...

...Oh, I would like to win the heart of the Lord, and use my eyes to look at guilt...]

The ethereal chants of chants slowly sounded from the void, and the golden brilliance that slowly fell was dim, but it attracted the attention of the stars.

The crystal drops of blood slowly fell, rolling on the barren wasteland, being absorbed by the dry land.

The earth-yellow ground trembled slightly, and in the black soil beneath it, the seeds that had been sleeping there quietly cracked a gap, and a new sprout stretched out from the gap.

This new life is extremely tenacious. Even if the soil above is baked by the laser, the power released at the moment the plant is born still pushes away the rock-solid ground, arbitrarily proclaiming its existence to the world.

The appearance of this small grass is like a fuse, countless blades of grass spread at an unimaginable speed, just in the blink of an eye, the originally barren land becomes a green ocean.

"Contract... Freshman..."

Silently watching everything happening in front of him, with Hasta's eyesight, he could easily see the rules held by the other party. But what made him unable to imagine was how this kind of existence was nurtured in this extremely scattered world and ocean.

Thinking about this, he glanced at the chains that snake-like winding around his body, feeling the emotions that appeared out of thin air in his mind, and the face under his robe seemed to be deeper.

"...This kind of smell is original sin... Chaos... Abyss... Who on earth are you?!"

[...My heart is like a deep well in confinement, Xin Chen Jiaguo keeps it for you...

...I give you a heart of flesh instead of a heart of stone, and write the law into your heart...

...I wash you clean with tears, and wash away all your guilt and responsibilities...

...Because of your whipping, I have been healed, and you have been punished for me to be safe...

...You are cursed and I am blessed, because you bleed I have life...]

The hymn still reverberates in this empty world, and the soft voice is especially deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, as if telling a story that happened before countless epochs that is enough to make the world remember.

Twelve pairs of **** wings fell down, revealing the perfect holy face wearing a crown of thorns. Even though the light was warm and radiant, Hasta, who was watching from a distance, could still perceive the filth that lurked behind the light, which made his heart shake.

"This kind of guilt..."

Feeling the super personality hidden behind the subtle power, Hasta lost his voice. Although it is not the oldest group of existences, he has actually faced it directly. Even if he is one of the three pillar gods, Shabu Nicholas, his personality is nothing but the slow fall of the sky. Unknown existence is flat.

If you count the filthy power that can only vaguely feel the breath, Hasta, whose tentacles are trembling slightly under his robe, even doubts that the legendary creation of everything is chaotic, pronuclear Asathos, can it be compared with it?

[...You allow me to be free forever

……Let me wander freely in thousands of worlds

...Your promise is sincere, even better than death

...I also promise you eternal steadfastness. This promise is like a sword that cuts off guilt, filth cannot be corroded, and disaster cannot be broken...]

The chant slowly came to an end, and at this time, the holy angel just heard Hasta's words, slowly opened his golden eyes, and looked at the indescribable creation below.

At this moment, the stars flickered, the vegetation cheered, and everything was cheering at this moment. The voice that was so great that it could not be answered by the body's organs was vast and mighty, and finally turned into a heavenly sentence:

[At this moment, the saint is here! 】