Douluo: Thousands of Templates Tang Chen

　　 In the cave, Tang Chen stared blankly at the Evil Soul Master who was gradually approaching him, the rainbow-like luster in his eyes gradually dissipated.

　　I...Is it really the culprit that caused all this?

Although he often verbally said "9 million slaughtered, Fang is the male and female", and once thought about being a knight who "kills one person in ten steps and never stays for a thousand miles", Tang Chen is really not a man. Cold-blooded people. He did take his life very important, but if innocent people died because of him, he would still feel guilty if he was still immature at the moment.

　　 Although this guilt will disappear quickly when his life is threatened, Tang Chen who sees bones and corpses all over the floor at this moment, knowing that all these may be related to him, is still autistic.

"Ha ha……"

　　 circled around Tang Chen, who was depressed, the evil spirit master who claimed to be [the spokesperson of chaos] let out a weird gasp.

　　 "It's so suitable... It's so suitable!"

　　 A little flush appeared on the weird face under the black robe. He stopped, stood still in front of Tang Chen, slowly leaning down, his hooded eyes and Tang Chen staring at each other.

　　 "Roland Yered... is this name, right? One of the alternate Shrek Seven Monsters, the true genius soul master... so excited... so so excited..."

　　 Evil Soul Master laughed in a low voice, and gradually, the voice became louder and louder. It seemed that he was overly emotional, and traces bulged under his black hood, and a smooth tentacle stretched out from it, stroking Tang Chen's cheek.

　　 Feeling the cold and slippery touch on his face, Tang Chen shivered violently, and he immediately woke up. He followed the gap opened by the opponent's tentacles and saw the true face of the evil spirit master.

　　 deformity!

　　 This was the first impression in Tang Chen's mind. With the three-dimensional vision given by Tianyantong, he easily broke through the barrier of the cloth and saw the entire face of the evil spirit master along the gap. The moment he saw it, he felt that his heart was shocked, and he couldn't wait to poke his eyes.

　　 That face is like a dried salted fish drenched in water, partly moldy and swollen. What's more disgusting is that the face of the ghost Piyi is covered with constantly twisted tentacles, and the tentacles secrete mucus of unknown composition.

　　 As long as he thinks that he has just been touched by such tentacles, Tang Chen has a desire to vomit.

　　 Wait, tentacle?

　　 When Tang Chen discovered Watson, the Evil Soul Master became crazy again. One after another faint blue flames ignited out of thin air around him, and at this moment, the cave that was originally cold and humid was suddenly covered with a layer of frost.

　　 "——————!"

　　 An unidentified moan came from the flames. At first, the moan was intermittent, but under the control of the evil spirit master, the unidentified moan formed a series of chants.

　　 "That is... the soul?!"

　　 Tang Chen was awakened by the song, and when he looked up, he was suddenly startled. The clusters of faint blue flames were souls in his eyes. These souls have human beings and soul beasts, and they are all wailing in the scorching flames.

　　 That vast chant is made up of the wailing sounds of thousands of souls.

　　 In response to this chant, the evil spirit master knelt down on the ground. He stretched out the same deformed hands and shouted in an extremely fanatical tone:

　　 "Lord, turn the chaos, my lord who is supreme in all, I will offer this most perfect sacrifice in this grand carol to pray for your attention!"

　　 This prayer filled with weirdness and subtle sacred meaning ignited the anger in Tang Chen's heart.

　　 "Livestock, beast!"

　　 He gritted his teeth and stared at the Evil Soul Master who was twisting in the flames not far away. The twisted golden **** in his eyes slowly turned upside down, and black lines wrapped around it. Xiao Jin on his shoulder felt the master's killing intent, and slowly raised his head, the dark golden light pattern in his eyes gradually lit up.

　　 "Hmm!"

　　 A black flame appeared out of thin air, igniting the dark red tentacles that bound him. Not only that, but the dress, which had never been wrinkled even after tens of kilometers of drag, also ignited.

　　 "Almighty..."

　　 felt the terrifying aura appearing behind him, the Evil Soul Master's voice suddenly stopped, he turned his head stiffly, and saw Tang Chen bathed in black flame, like a **** demon god.

　　 "You...you are..."

　　 The terrifying aura exuding from that young body stunned him, but the next moment, he screamed frantically.

　　 "No-chant! Sacrifice, the most perfect sacrifice...Kill you, kill you! Kill you, the Lord will still forgive...Kill..."

His voice became more and more ambiguous. Accompanied by crazy roars, the twelve corpses engraved with black and purple lines exuded an icy atmosphere and climbed up from around the altar without saying a word. They rushed towards Tang Chen. past.

　　 "Come on, my corpse slaves... no matter what means he has... it will definitely be... the Lord's sacrifice... hehe...hehehe..."

　　 Looking at the evil spirit master who was gradually insane, Tang Chen's expression gradually became indifferent, and he spoke lightly, saying:

　　 "Magic Fire."

　　The black flame, deeper than the abyss, spread gradually, burning out the crystal clear monocle and burning out the brown wig. Only the cane pinned to the waist, held by the flame, slowly flew behind Tang Chen.

　　 The corpse slave exuding an icy air, every step is extremely heavy, and the solid rocks on the ground are easily crushed like tofu. In the roar of the Evil Soul Master, the corpse slave closest to Tang Chen stretched out a big hand with sharp nails, and slammed it towards Tang Chen.

"Snapped!"

　　 Tang Chen raised his hand and firmly grasped the claw of the corpse slave. The claw that was enough to open the stele and crack the stone scratched Tang Chen's little hand, but couldn't even break through the outer golden light.

　　 The black flame continued to burn, and the disguise that Tang Chen had been maintaining was burned to the limit, but he couldn't hurt him half a point. The blood-colored lines that emerged out of thin air entangled on his forehead, converging into a mysterious symbol.

　　 The fine golden runes appeared on Tang Chen's body, which was a sign of his golden body. At this moment, this rune with endless Buddha nature, like the **** Buddha seal in Tang Chen's eyes, was gradually dyed with black lines.

　　 "Kakkakaka..."

　　 The black wand was roasted by the magic flame to reveal its true essence-it was a gemstone sword with brilliant colors and extreme magnificence, on which gradually appeared many blue silver grass-like patterns. Immediately afterwards, a golden halo emerged, turned into tiny light particles and merged into the gem sword, while the golden light flickered, a round of engraved with complicated patterns appeared behind Tang Chen.

　　 The black air flow gathered on Tang Chen's palm, easily turning the corpse slave's palm into bones.

　　 "You... are you..."

　　 Seeing Tang Chen's changes, the Evil Soul Master realized something was wrong even if he was crazy. Feeling the threat, he subconsciously wanted to escape, but hesitated because of the sacrifice.

"I?"

　　 The golden **** in his eyes completely turned black, Tang Chen's figure gradually became taller while the demonic energy surged, and his short hair like a steel pin gradually became longer, twisting like a snake behind him.

　　 The golden wheel prints are turned upside down, and the black light patterns linger on it, appearing evil and noble. The black flame formed a gorgeous robe, which enveloped Tang Chen's body. On his shoulder, Xiao Jin made a long cry and turned into a three-legged bird with a wingspan of nearly three meters, flying around Tang Chen.

　　 casually pulled out the soul in the body of the corpse slave who was pressed by the momentum in front of him, and could not move. Tang Chentuo held the faint blue soul flame, looked at the evil spirit master who was retreating indifferently, and said, "Perhaps, you can call me..."

　　 "...Magic!"