Douluo: Thousands of Templates Tang Chen

Looking at the still flying yellow silk mask in his hand, Tang San coughed a few times and nailed a Hidden Blade again.

The golden runes are connected in series, and the new field blatantly overwhelms the flying wind, completely covering every corner of the yellow silk mask. Under the influence of the rune, even if the mask tried to struggle, it was of no avail. The dim light in the hollow eye pattern finally stopped shaking.

The alloy material entangled with flesh and blood on the arm slowly flew out, fused into a small storage box, and put the yellow silk mask into it. After finishing this step, Tang San breathed a sigh of relief and dragged his heavy body towards the direction of the altar.

"Little San... I was right... you are indeed the son of destiny in this era..."

On the altar, the master lying in a pool of blood has empty eyes, the side effects of golden mead, and the excessive blood loss, both physical and mental conditions are extremely poor. Being able to wait until Tang San walked at this moment was also the reason why the great race of Iszhe kept supporting in the spirit.

In the dimly colored eyes, the stratified light ignited again, even if the overdrawn power had just lasted for less than half a second, it made Tang San's brain sting, but he was still watching in this limited time. When it comes to the lines of life that are constantly fading around the master.

"Gather...cough cough!"

Just reluctantly close the lifeline, Tang San's eyes were dizzy for a while, and the bright light in his eyes was also dimly dim. But fortunately, he still held on. Although the master still needs to cultivate well, his name is worry-free.

"Finally it's over. It's really worthy of the legendary king of yellow clothes, who actually attached to Baiyaki and hid in this world."

The members of the great race hiding in the dark also breathed a sigh of relief. First, they carefully observed the flesh and blood of Bayaki suspended in the air. After wagging his tail, he pressed a switch.

In an instant, countless light blue laser rays slowly condensed and formed from the void, and all converged on Baiakina's undefended body. It seems to have melted through the energy-storing organ in Baiakhi's chest. Its extraordinarily strong body compared to humans quickly expanded under the chaotic burst of energy in the body, and exploded into a cloud of blood after a burst of sound.

After Baiakhi's body exploded, the members of the great race who were still a little urgent in their hearts suddenly felt relieved. Through a certain monitoring device hidden in the void, it directly locked the storage box fixed on the back of Tang San's hand, and a flame of greed ignited in his eyes.

It’s not a desire for the power of the king of yellow clothes. After all, this old-level existence has its own mark in every power. Pure spiritual bodies like them will never be stupid unless they are tired and crooked. Pursue the gift of the past.

What they cherish is the old-level knowledge that may exist in that silk mask.

Those ancient existences whose survival time is counted in tens of thousands or even hundreds of millions of years, they have more than just power. During this long period of time, the taboo knowledge they have mastered has attracted the attention of all races in the universe.

After all, power may have a price, but knowledge also has a price, but compared with the directly conferred power, those side effects are simply not worth mentioning. Moreover, in this world, sometimes knowledge is more important than strength itself.

Like the great race of Isth, even if it can easily travel through different eras in the Cthulhu universe, it is still as small as an ant in comparison to the old days. Just the creation of taboo knowledge-flying hydrops, can force them to almost extinct.

When they are fully prepared, the power displayed by the yellow silk mask before is not worth mentioning, which also shows that the world's inhibition of the old existence is so great that it is unimaginable.

Therefore, the knowledge that should have been extremely dangerous within it has also peeled off the hardest and most dangerous shell at this moment, directly exposing the softest and sweetest position inside.

Really... I really want to see those taboo knowledge!

A member of the great race who ignored the spiritual climax of the place, Tang San on the other side insisted on not letting himself fall to the ground, and limped to a certain position beside the altar with the arm of the master.

Fortunately, not all the alloy parts on his body were damaged, and some were still usable. Although Tang San swayed, he never fell. He walked to a slightly raised platform, and as soon as he stepped on his right foot, the whole person, including the master, turned into a light and shadow, and disappeared into this wasteland.

After they were teleported away, countless laser rays came from all directions and wiped out all traces in this area, and the transparent enchantment that enveloped everything slowly dissipated. In a burst of flying bubbles, members of the great race also left this place along with the many instruments arranged here.

Is everything over?

After they left, the gentle wind blew down again, sweeping across the flat and unspeakable ground. Neither Tang San nor the members of the great race who had been watching here before had noticed that on the colorful ground, countless tiny black particles were picked up by the wind and slowly condensed in a certain direction.

rustle--

The wind is flying.

Countless particles circling and converge, continuously climbing with the help of the wind, and turning into divergent shapes. Originally it was just the aggregation of countless particles, but in a flash, these particles have completely gathered into one form.

Even the color of the stars, with the help of endless life force, does not have such a tenacious resilience.

At this moment, the wind was wafting, the yellow silk robe was lifted by the wind, and the great being, whose face was shrouded in shadow, sat on the throne condensed by the breeze. At the base, under the robe, the dull laughter just sounded, and it was covered by the sound of the rising wind.

At this moment, with the help of Nyarlatotepu’s future plans, this old ruler with the title of "indefinite man" and "master of the deep sky star sea" is widely referred to as the [yellow] Hasta of King] descended into this world.

Tang San and the others, still imagined these ancient existences that have survived countless epochs too simple. They can live to the present days, except for a few powerful people beyond imagination, which one is not Old Yin Bi.

As an "indeterminate person", Hasta easily deceived the masters and Tang San who didn't know them very well, and also deceived the great races that didn't have a high level of understanding.

In this new world, as long as the existence of certain taboos is avoided, it can be said that the sky is high and the birds fly, and there is no need to worry about the survival of the universe.

The wind is circling.

Just when Hasta was about to dissipate and leave, in the sky, six filthy chains appeared out of thin air, covering his body.

"I listen to you... I am very happy to laugh!"