Douluo: Thousands of Templates Tang Chen

　　【Magic】The ancient valley that I saw, named Tingfeng Valley, was formed by tens of thousands of years of running water. Since the howling of the wind can be heard in the valley, it is called the Valley of Tingfeng by the mountain people.

　　Tingfeng Valley’s geographical location is not very advantageous, and there are no rare minerals. But here is very remote, and the place where the valley is located is even more hidden, so this valley was chosen as a shelter hundreds of years ago by a soul sage who avoided the enemy's pursuit.

Hundreds of years have passed in a flash. With the legacy of that soul saint ancestor, a sect named "Yufengzong" was established in this Tingfeng Valley. Like the ancestors, the sect master of Yufengzong is of the soul saint level. Soul master. Such a level might not be a big deal in the capitals of the two empires and the General Hall of Wuhun, but in this remote area, they existed like the earth emperor.

　　The thing happened just an hour before the arrival of [Magic].

　　 At this moment, in a hall of the Imperial Wind Sect, Sect Master Feng Xiao is discussing an important matter with his son, the Young Sect Master Feng Ling.

"Feng Ling!" Feng Xiao, who was sitting at the top of the hall, glared at Feng Ling who was kneeling down below, and roared: "Do you know what you did? You actually want to hand over our Yufengzong techniques Wuhun Hall, are you worthy of your ancestor like this?!"

"But, father, did we join the alliance of the Spirit Hall a year ago and agreed to share knowledge?" Feng Ling was just 20 years old, and his spirit power had reached level 30, and Feng Xiao was regarded as letting him Hope that the sect becomes stronger. But now, in Feng Xiao's view, he seems to have protected this kid too well...

"madness!"

　　 Feng Xiao coldly snorted, stood up, walked to Feng Ling's side, looked down at him and said: "The Rao Shizi who joined the Wuhundian at the beginning of the alliance against disasters was because the Wuhundian promised to share knowledge."

"The Spirit Hall has been passed down for tens of thousands of years, and the legend even has the inheritance of the gods. There is no power in the entire Douluo Continent that has a richer family background than the Spirit Hall. Even if the two empires are united, there is a spirit master's foundation. Far inferior to the Wuhun Temple. No matter what the Wuhun Temple is doing, since they are willing to share the knowledge they have treasured for countless years, there is no reason for any force on the mainland to disagree."

Looking at his son, who was kneeling on the ground and listening to his reprimand, Feng Xiao sighed unchecked, and said: "In the spirit of the scrooge of the Spirit Hall, suddenly willing to share the knowledge of the soul master, I did believe that there will be What kind of disaster, but one year has passed and nothing happened, this may be just a plan of the Wuhun Palace."

"Like those big powers, giants like Qibao Liulizong, may not care about sharing something. But we are not the same." At this point, Feng Xiao helped Fengling up, looking at his puzzled expression, and asked: "Child, I ask you, are we rich?"

　　 Fengling thought for a while, shook his head, and said: "Not rich, Tingfeng Valley has no minerals, no elixir, we have to maintain the daily needs of hundreds of people in the sect. It has been a long time since we can make ends meet."

"Yes, we are not rich." Feng Xiao said: "We only have such a technique, which looks so inconspicuous compared to those of the Wuhun Hall, and they won't care about a small sect like ours, you Are you right?"

　　 "……"

　　 Isn’t this a strong word? Feng Ling obviously did not agree with his father's statement, but looking at the strange father in front of him, he lowered his head and said softly, "I see, father."

　　 "It's fine if you know it." Feng Xiao nodded in satisfaction. Suddenly, his expression changed slightly and said: "You can practice here, and I will come as soon as I go."

　　 Looking at the back of his father eagerly leaving, Feng Ling couldn't help but smile wryly. Father, father, you are still blinded by desire. The Spirit Hall is still the domineering Spirit Hall, how could they give us their things for free?

　　 We have been dragging on the exercises for a month, no matter how good the temper of the Wuhun Hall is, it is impossible for us to fool around like this. Facing the Wuhun Temple, does it make any sense for us to do this?

　　 But, no matter what, he is also his father, even if he has become extremely strange recently, but Feng Ling can only accept his order no matter how puzzled it is.

　　 On the other side, in Feng Xiao’s room.

　　 "...huh...huh..."

　　 Feng Xiao stood in front of the mirror with red eyes. On his cheek, a tentacle pierced the skin and got out, twisting wantonly.

　　 "Damn..." Feng Xiao's soul power condensed on his hands, he violently held the tentacles, and the wind blade revolved, tearing the tentacles to pieces.

　　 This weird scene, Feng Xiao has long been accustomed to it. As early as a month ago, facing the letter from the Wuhun Temple urging the exercises, Feng Xiao had a nightmare for a long time when he went to bed at night.

　　 In a dream, I don't know when, he fell into the sea and kept sinking. The sea became darker and darker with his sinking. Looking at the abyss below him, Feng Xiao felt fear from the bottom of his heart inexplicably.

　　 That kind of feeling cannot be elaborated, fear is only the most intuitive feeling. The potential continued, and Feng Xiao's fear became stronger and stronger. In the end, when his eyes became dark, he seemed to see a huge black shadow.

　　 Feng Xiao did not see the appearance of that existence, only saw the outline. Even so, he felt countless information flooding into his brain.

　　 What kind of crazy knowledge is that. Feng Xiao became mad in his dream, his body swelled, and slowly turned into a huge black-red flesh mass, countless tentacles burrowed out of his body, dancing wildly in the deep sea.

　　 Feng Xiao woke up from his sleep. He was sitting on the bed panting in shock. He suddenly felt as if there was something on his face. After he touched his hand up, the whole person froze.

　　 Because, on his face, a tentacles that are constantly twisting grow out.

　　 One month has passed since the accident. After the initial panic, Feng Xiao has calmed down. He keenly discovered that he was becoming crazy and bloodthirsty. At this time, he thought of the disaster mentioned by Wuhun Hall.

　　 When Wuhundian wrote a letter before, he actually decided to hand over the exercises. Because this kind of exercise is now rotten on the street, as long as Fengling has never gone out, people like this kind of exercise will think it is very precious.

　　 However, after the accident, Feng Xiao not only failed to hand over the exercises, but sent a letter to mock Wuhundian. For the Yufengzong's techniques, Wuhundian really does not value much, but knowledge exchange is a matter of principle, not to mention that the other party dares to speak rudely. Now, Wuhundian decided to teach Yufengzong a lesson.

　　 "Why... more and more...$...*..."

　　 Feng Xiao’s speech became a bit unclear. His first thought was that if he could solve his own problems, he would apologize to the ambassador from Wuhundian for compensation, and if he could not solve the problem, he would tell them the truth and ask them for help.

　　 However, he felt that he seemed to be a little unable to hold on...

　　 The tentacles kept coming out from under Feng Xiao's skin. After the noise of the disciples outside entered his room, a bloodthirsty light flashed in his eyes.

　　 "Hungry......*$#......"

　　 After a long journey of nearly a month, the people of Wuhundian finally arrived at this remote place. The person who came was a Soul Douluo, which was specially sent by the Soul Palace just in case. When this Contra walked to Tingfeng Taniguchi and looked inward, his pupils suddenly shrank.

"#$*#￥" A huge monster full of tentacles and organs roared while chasing the Yufengzong disciples who were running around. In his mouth, there was a godless Fengling with his eyes in his mouth. .

　　 "Father..." Feng Ling is not dead yet, but now he just wants to die immediately.

　　 "Naughty animal!"

　　 The moment he saw the monster, the consciousness of this Contra from the Spirit Hall was shocked. At this moment, he was cautious, his eyes were red, and he rushed towards the monster.

　　 He can't even imagine what kind of weird existence he will face next!