Douluo: Thousands of Templates Tang Chen

Looking at the corpse on the ground that was still convulsing even after losing its life, Tang Ya was silent for a moment and waved her hand. The few blue silver grass vines remaining behind shot out and swallowed the corpse on the ground. Two nets.

　　 The pale skeleton fell to the ground, and dozens of round golden spheres rolled down from the gap between the bones. After Tang Ya picked up the dragon's whiskers that had been restored to their original state, she stepped on the skeleton's chest with one foot. Silky cracks slowly formed, and quickly covered the entire skeleton. The next moment, the skeleton shattered into powder.

　　True. Bone and ashes!

　　 "Tread, step, step..."

　　 The sound of footsteps came from behind Tang Ya. She turned her head and saw the servant who claimed to be the King of Killing looked straight at her... to be precise, she was looking at the blue silver grass vines dancing behind her.

　　 "Tang San... Tang San..."

　　 A beast-like roar came from under the weird mask. The Slaughter King dragged the heavy scarlet sword, and his pale and long palm rested on Tang Ya's right shoulder. Regardless of Tang Ya's stiff body, she pressed her chin against Tang Ya's left shoulder and slowly spoke:

　　 "Are you... Tang San?"

As she said, her hands on Tang Ya's shoulders slammed hard, and her sharp nails pierced deeply into the flesh and blood, and a thread of blood was left along the wound, adding a touch to Tang Ya's blood-stained clothes. color.

Tang San? Does this follower know Tang San's ancestor? !

　　 Regardless of the throbbing pain from the shoulder, when Tang Ya heard the words of the Slaughter King, her eyes widened.

　　 Although the other party had already called out Tang San's name when he first arrived in this world. But once the other party gets excited, the sound is like a roar of a beast, making it impossible to hear what she is saying. At this moment, after hearing what the King of Slaughter had said, Tang Ya's brain went down for a moment.

Yes, whether it is the extra knowledge in the mind or the information obtained from hearsay, it shows that the servant is only the projection of the heroic spirit, and the heroic spirit is the hero whose great achievements remain as legends after death and become the object of faith. Similar to the existence of elves.

The spirit master who has been upgraded to the heroic spirit is located in the hall of heroic spirits, and the body of the hall of heroic spirits is located on the outside of the world, without the influence of time, space, or cause and effect. It will be in the long river of time and can create legends The soul master of drew out, mixed with the power of mind and origin to create a miracle named [Heroic Spirit].

　　 Therefore, the heroes in the Hall of Valor do not have the concept of time. In other words, as long as there is a record in the history of the world, it is possible to be called as a follower-whether it is the past or the future!

　　 But the setting is just setting. Tang Ya still couldn't help being moved when he really saw the existence that might exist in the ancient age. After all, listening to the tone of the Slaughter King, she and Tang San's ancestors were obviously not ordinary hatred, I am afraid the two had actually met.

　　 The power on his shoulders got heavier and heavier, and even when the bones were "clicking", Tang Ya came back to her senses, looked at the flashing red light in the eyes of the King of Slaughter, and hurriedly replied:

　　 "I...I am not the ancestor of Tang San, his ancestor... has already left this world!"

　　 "Tang San... left?"

　　 slowly loosened his palms, and the sharp nails pulled out from Tang Ya's shoulders. The King of Slaughter looked at the blood on his fingers, a trace of desire flashed in his eyes, but was quickly replaced by fear.

She lifted the heavy sword, walked slowly in front of Tang Ya, carefully looked at Tang Ya's Qingli face, shook her head, and said: "You are not... Tang San, yes, this is... after ten thousand years... Tang San's Where are the offspring...?"

　　 As she said, she clenched the hilt of the blood-colored epee, her red eyes stared at Tang Ya tightly, as if she would give her a sword simply and neatly as long as Tang Ya lied.

　　 "Huh? Don't you know?" Tang Ya glanced at the Slaughter King curiously, hesitated for a moment, or said:

　　 "It is said that the three ancestors of Tang have already become gods and left, so no descendants are left at all, only the sect that he personally created is still there."

　　 "Tang San... has become a god?!"

　　 Hearing the word becoming a god, the king of killing was struck by lightning, and the blood rushing in his eyes disappeared a lot at this moment. Shaking her head, she covered her head, and the terrifying red light flashed all over her body for a moment, and finally she recovered her calm.

"So……"

　　 She was silent for a moment, and then said: "Where is the sect that Tang San created...?"

Listening to the fluent words of the King of Slaughter, Tang Ya was stunned for a moment, then pointed to the ruins of the Tang Sect behind him, and said somewhat lonely: "Five years ago, the Tang Sect was destroyed. Up to now, the real Tang Sect no longer exists."

　　The King of Slaughter:...

　　 looked at Tang Ya, and then at the ruins of Tang Sect behind her, the resentment and hatred in her eyes disappeared, leaving nothing but a daze.

　　 Tang San is gone, so what am I doing here?

　　 Just when she was standing in the same place, an old man in a black robe looked at the blood mist in front of him, frowning slowly outside Tang Sect.

"Domain? How could a realm suddenly appear here, or such an evil realm? Could it be that a colleague fell in love with that girl and wanted to cut her off? Or was that girl's talent so outstanding that she awakened the realm at such a young age? "

Talking to himself like this, he suddenly shook his head and said: "No, such a terrifying aura of killing is definitely not something a girl can have. It seems that someone really cuts the head... Hey! I'll take a look too. , Who would dare to be a strong man in front of me Mo Qianchi!"

　　 As the most terrifying organization on the Douluo Continent and the gathering place of evil spirit masters-one of the Ke Qing elders in the Holy Spirit Cult, and even the leading existence among the Ke Qing elders, Mo Qianchi has always had confidence in his own strength.

　　 is also a daring master of art. The black light on his body spreads quickly to the surroundings. When the skeletons of the two Jagged Sect disciples on the ground not far away touched the black light, a scarlet light flashed in their eyes, and they actually climbed up from the ground slowly.

　　 That's right, he is also a strong man in the field, and it is precisely because of this that he dares to enter the blood red field in front of him so easily.

　　The black light continued to spread, easily squeezing a passage in the blood mist. Ignoring the slowly rising bones on the ground around him, he rushed to the deepest part of the blood mist like a black meteor.

"Um?"

　　 Feeling the fluctuation of the realm, the King of Slaughter came back to his senses, slowly turned his head, looked in the direction that Mo Qianchi rushed, and his eyes flashed a dazzling red light.

　　 "Now, a little bug... dare to provoke the majesty of the Slaughter King? Just use... your corpse to announce my arrival to... the younger generations of this age!"

　　 said, she squeezed the epee in her hand fiercely, and the terrifying murderous shot blended into the surrounding domain.

　　 "Buzzing..."

　　 The fog was still like that, but at the edge of the domain, countless fogs turned into scarlet sharp blades, carrying an unparalleled horror aura, strangling towards the black meteor.

　　 Killing Realm-the second stage!

　　Different from the realm of killing gods with pure murderous intent that Tang San once obtained, the killing realm of King of Slaughter was mixed with more things. Although this makes the murderous aura less pure, it is obviously more aggressive.

　　 "Now, do your best... before you die... please me!"

　　 "Maybe, I will... I might spare your life. Humph! Hahahahaha!"