Douluo: Thousands of Templates Tang Chen

After roaring that sentence, Tang San, who was sitting next to Old Jyer watching him, suddenly sat up, sticking out his right hand wearing a Hidden Blade, and passing through Old Jyer’s wildly waving arms, pressing precisely. On his forehead.

The golden light slowly lit up, and one illusory rune flickered in the void. Under the shining light, the eyes of the crazy old Jie gradually became dull. After Tang San retracted his palm, he slowly collapsed on the wine table and gradually snored.

This time, he really fell asleep.

Withdrawing his arm, Tang San stroked the sleeve sword on his wrist, feeling the gradual cooling temperature on it, but his expression became serious.

The Hidden Sword Tang Chen gave him can resist the pollution of the mental pollution monster, and can also purify the dirt on the polluted person to a certain extent. Since the Hidden Blade reacted this time, it means that most of what Old Jay said was correct.

As early as when old Jair's mood changed, he noticed something was wrong with the other party. In order to maintain his sensitivity to pollution and the tenacity of his own spirit, he specially took off the Hidden Blade and practiced for a period of time, and he was able to perceive the pollution aura as a big difference.

However, there was no official help in the mission this time, and there was no detailed information to refer to. The only person who knew everything was Old Jell. Although Tang San knew that this might cause pollution on Old Jie's body, he could only do so.

And at this moment, he said that the pollution and purification of Old Jayle's body also meant that Old Jayle's memory of that thing would also be cleared. Therefore, Tang San had only one opportunity to explore the existence of the unknown pollution.

"Meteor... strange colors... mountains..."

Thinking of the same information that Old Jie had revealed, Tang San gradually fell into contemplation. The master has gradually transformed into a research expert on mental pollution monsters this year. As his student, Tang San knows a lot about mental pollution monsters.

But after searching every corner of his memory, he didn't find any existence related to "colors and meteorites", not only related to colors, or meteorites, but none of them were combined.

Tang San knew that in order not to affect his growth, the master hid some of the information on the mental pollution monster. Because it is possible that in a certain task, a certain existence's name was evoked, and if that existence happened to be related to the mental pollution monster that Tang San dealt with, it would easily bring him a disaster.

Therefore, this time he faced, if it weren't the unknown "subordinate family members", it was a more terrifying existence. Either way, it was no small trouble for Tang San now.

While Tang San was calculating the gains and losses in his mind, the sky outside became darker and darker. There is no moon in the sky, but the stars are extraordinarily bright.

Looking at the dazzling starry sky, Tang San, who had achieved nothing, suddenly remembered the so-called "color of the starry sky" in Old Jie's mouth. He tightened the windbreaker tightly and suddenly thought of it.

Wasn't that spiritual pollution monster born from Douluo star, but came here from the starry sky?

Tang San jumped by surprise as soon as this thought came out. In the past few years, it is not only the knowledge of the Soul Master Realm that has been popularized. For their elites, the existence of the God Realm is no longer a secret.

They all know that there is a barrier laid by the powerhouses of the gods in the sky above the continent where they live. Although the initial use may not be simple, but now it can indeed help Douluo Star people block the existence of terror in the starry sky.

And that unknown mental pollution monster could actually fall here from the stars. If it was broken by brute force, then Tang San would have received a warning from the Spirit Hall. Therefore, the other party must have sneaked in with some kind of power.

In this way, the other party may not be as scary as you think?

Tang San wandered around the world while strolling on the road, unknowingly, he came to the Fengxuan Hotel in Wang Ming's mouth.

The restaurant is not big. Although it is far inferior to the extravagant places Tang San saw in the big capitals of Tiandou Xingluo, it is also rare in a small town like this. I am afraid that it is also because of the establishment of the factory to communicate with the outside world. Built by the vendors talking about business.

As soon as he walked into the hotel, Wang Ming, who had been waiting here for a long time, greeted him with a smile on his face.

"Agent Tang, you are finished with your business, finally come here once, I will pick you up."

Looking at Wang Ming who was faintly flattering in front of him, but still couldn't hide the panic and fear in his eyes, Tang San was silent for a moment, nodded and said, "Let's go, eat and talk."

Looking at Tang San's indifferent face, Wang obviously noticed something, and the smile on his face gradually became stiff. But fortunately, he was already an old fritters, and he was very good at emotional management, and he didn't want to make a fool of himself in front of Tang San.

After entering the box and all kinds of special dishes were fully prepared, he was fidgeting and asked: "That...Agent Tang, how are you talking with Old Jer?"

Tang San had just picked up a piece of fish with his chopsticks and was about to eat it, but suddenly he seemed to have discovered something, his face gradually becoming gloomy.

Hearing Wang Ming's question at this moment, he also put down his chopsticks, pretended to ponder for a moment, and sighed: "I think you should have discovered it."

"Really... something really went wrong..."

After listening to Tang San's words, Wang Ming suddenly became disheartened. Feeling Tang San's eyes gradually becoming sharp, he smiled bitterly and explained, "Actually, something strange happened in the mountains before you. At that time, I felt something was wrong."

"Weird thing, what weird thing?"

Tang San held the chopsticks in one hand, pretending to inadvertently fiddle with the fish pieces on the plate, while watching Wang Ming inquiring.

Seeing his serious expression, Wang obviously knew the importance, quickly organized the language, and said: "A few days ago, because old Jer had been soaking in the tavern, some young people in the town who had just returned wanted to enter. Get some game from the mountain."

"But it didn't take long before they found something terrible, and they ran out rolling around. Some people still had color on their bodies."

"After they came out, although they were very scared, they didn't dare to say a word about what happened inside. It was because one of them was a distant relative of mine, so I knocked on the side and asked something."

Having said that, Wang Ming felt a little dry in his mouth and drank the tea at his hand. Then he said in a little horror: "They...they said that they saw...saw something with a deer head on the mountain. He was vomiting blood, chasing them frantically!"