Douluo: Thousands of Templates Tang Chen

"Unexpectedly, there are still people who recognize me. But...what is the era here? It seems that everything has become different from before I fell asleep."

After recovering from his excitement, Ma Hongjun gently stroked Bai Chenxiang's cheek, then slowly turned around and looked at the spirit master with strong or weak aura behind him.

When he sank into the magma lake of the God Realm to practice, Douluo Continent and Sun Moon Continent had not yet collided, and he had never seen the future of Tang Sect's decline. Therefore, looking at Bai Chenxiang in front of him and the very strange soul masters around him, he couldn't help being a little confused.

Where am I? What is going on in this era? !

Not only that, as a truly complete second-level **** in the God Realm, when he came to the Douluo Continent, what he felt was a heavy feeling like the wearer's yoke.

At this moment, it seemed that the consciousness of the entire continent and the entire world was repelling him and forbidding him to enter this world. In the process of resisting, he keenly noticed that the most essential space that constitutes this world is already full of cracks, as if only a slight movement would destroy the entire world.

Although Ma Hongjun and ordinary second-level gods are not the same at this moment, they still belong to the category of second-level gods. Before leaving the Douluo Continent 10,000 years ago, although all of this had already begun, it wasn't that serious.

At that time, the space on the Douluo Continent was divided into stability, and even the powerful Super Douluo seemed to be more difficult to tear through the space. But after Tang San's battle with Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue, the origin of Douluo Continent was damaged.

But what he didn't expect was that by now, it had deteriorated to this degree. Even if he was a second-level deity, he would be rejected by the will of Douluo Continent itself.

"Forget it, I don't have time to care about so much."

Looking at the actual palm of his hand and the slow-moving power in it, Ma Hongjun couldn't help flashing a trace of astonishment in his eyes. As if he understood something, he slowly lowered his head, looked at the spirit masters who were exuding evil spirits, and nodded clearly.

"No wonder it's the case, it's no wonder I'm here suddenly, before I was obviously... But if that's the case, then try to help you win."

"you…"

Without waiting for Bai Chenxiang to stop her, Ma Hongjun hugged her tightly, her face full of softness and guilt.

"Needless to say, Xiangxiang, this is the last thing I can do for you."

Seeing the resolute expression on Ma Hongjun's face, without knowing why, Bai Chenxiang's heart suddenly hurt, tears streaming down uncontrollably. She opened her mouth and moaned for a moment, before finally saying, "Come on."

"I will!"

Ma Hongjun nodded. Behind him, the colorful light wheel slowly lit up, implicating the rules of flame in the world.

"Boom!"

A loud chirping sounded, and the flame wings stretched out from behind Ma Hongjun. At this moment, the fat of his wedding dress wrapped in flames seemed to be roasted, and his fat body slowly became stronger.

Golden-red flames burned in the sky, turning the dark red sky into a sea of ​​fire. At this moment, in the very center of the sea of ​​fire, endless flames converge, like soldiers who worship the emperor, dumping on Ma Hongjun.

The unspeakable coercion came down from the sky. Whether it was the Evil Soul Master or Shrek's elders, under the awe and fear from the heart, they couldn't help kneeling to the ground.

Only the Saint Emperor in a scarlet robe stared at Ma Hongjun without changing his face. The cloak covered with weird patterns was windless, and it was extremely conspicuous on this earth.

"God...God...this breath...you seem to be familiar with that guy Tang San...?!"

The weird pattern on the mask became more and more hideous at this moment. In the incredible gaze of the Shrek elder and even the members of the Holy Spirit Sect itself, the blood-colored epee in the hands of the Holy Emperor lit up with a dazzling red light, and countless blood-colored rays of light gathered. The veins like blood vessels slowly clung to the face under the Saint Emperor's mask.

The dim blood-colored sword pattern lighted up again, and the dark red eyes were full of murderous air. The right arm suddenly exerted strength, and the blood-colored epee suddenly raised, pointing at the **** who exuded the mighty power in the air.

"You... all have to die—!"

The slate-covered ground exploded at this moment, and between the flying stone dust, the Holy Emperor himself was like a blood-red meteor going upstream, straight towards the sky full of flames.

"Tang San? Do you recognize the third brother?"

He didn't have the slightest care for his superb realm. The moment he lost the Vulcan **** position because of exhaustion 10,000 years ago, he had already gotten rid of most of the bad things on his body.

Looking at the holy emperor with anger and resentment burning in his eyes, even if he was a little surprised, he still went all out.

As Ma Hongjun's arms stretched, the flame rules that swirled slowly in the air were slowly suppressed, turning into a big hand that penetrated the sky, and smashed toward the ant-like holy emperor.

Seeing the blow like a natural disaster, the soul masters watching the battle below were all dumbfounded. Such a blow could destroy the entire Shrek City in an instant.

Is this the power of the gods? No wonder it is the ultimate goal of all soul masters, and it is incredibly powerful.

Looking at the amazing celestial phenomenon, the evil spirit masters who had adapted to this coercion slowly retreated to the corner, and after looking at each other, they all nodded.

Obviously, facing a real **** like Ma Hongjun, they didn't think that the Holy Emperor would be able to win, and it seemed difficult to even resist one or two. They came here to help the emperor, not only because of the strength of the emperor, but also because their lives are in the hands of the emperor.

At this moment, the Saint Emperor was facing the true Phoenix God, and naturally it was impossible to have time to pay attention to a small character like himself, and he might not even be able to save his life.

Under such circumstances, they will naturally want to escape if they know how to judge the situation.

But when they were tiptoeing to leave Shrek City, a dazzling **** light pattern suddenly lit up in the sky, on top of the pressing flame hand.

"Wow!"

The air was cut through, and the scarlet sword energy pierced the sky, crisscrossing the sky, as if it had not encountered the slightest obstacle, tearing the flames into sparks in the sky.

Avoiding the flying sword aura, Ma Hongjun felt the familiar aura in that sword aura, and his pupils couldn't help but shrink slightly.

"This is…"

Before he finished speaking, the scarlet sword aura flew in once again, interrupting his next words. The meteor flew up backwards, holding a blood-colored epee, and the scorched saint emperor still came to Ma Hongjun, his eyes full of fierceness.

"The battle... has just begun!"