Douluo: Thousands of Templates Tang Chen - Chapter 317

In this extremely empty wilderness with only the whistling of the wind, the master walked to the slightly shabby altar, looked at the talisman and flagon displayed on it, and took a deep breath.

Although on the surface very calm, his heart is also very tense. After all, no matter how you say it, that is the old ruler who only exists in the legend. An existence like the great race of Isth that seemed to him to be extremely powerful and unbelievable would even be driven to annihilation by the old servant-like creatures.

Although this does not reveal the strength of the old level, but a small glimpse can also show how incomprehensible a great existence is.

Capturing the old days… Even if it’s just one of the thousands of clones of the old days, the benefits are definitely countless. Naturally, the danger is beyond imagination. Even a careless one, the entire Douluo Star might face the crisis of extinction.

But in this era, Douluo Star itself was not far from the crisis of destruction.

At the very beginning, looking at the young soul masters growing up on the mainland, and seeing the soul power breaking records quickly refreshed, the master felt that there was no chance in this world. But he was wrong, and the more he understood that time, the more he discovered how outrageous he was.

Even if the number of soul masters is increased by a thousand times, and the intensity is increased by a thousand times, it is still an ant in the face of that kind of existence. Now the **** seat that countless soul masters look up to and fight for is nothing more than a larger ant.

After the experience a few years ago, the master has understood that there is absolutely no way out of the crisis of extinction by following the rules. Whether in that world or in this world, knowledge is sometimes the supreme power.

Everything on the Douluo Continent is far from enough. He needs a higher level and a higher level of knowledge. And what a clone of the former dominator possesses is exactly what he desires most.

No matter what the future is, and whether he will succeed or not, even if he fails, he will never regret it.

He has been here, has done it, that’s enough.

Everything in the past flashed in front of the master like a phantom, and this revolving scene seemed to set the tone of failure. But his movements are still as clean and neat, and his complexion hasn’t changed the slightest.

He solemnly lit the incense of unknown material and inserted it into the incense burner. The evil-faced bronze stove seemed to feel something, and the hideous face was a little serene.

The six pieces of talisman paper were held in the hands of the master, and suddenly began to spontaneously ignite, turning into gray powder, and flying towards the sky with smoke. And the master watched the smoke disappear into his vision in this way, then opened the sealed clay pot and slowly poured out the viscous liquor.

Under the rays of the setting sun, the viscous liquor glowed with a golden color. The breeze blew, and a little fragrant fragrance filled Tang San’s nasal cavity, causing him to subconsciously shook his spirit, only feeling that his spiritual origin trembled a few times.

“Um?!”

Staring his eyes wide, Tang San watched the movements of the distant master, his nose moved again. Although he has never drunk alcohol, as a master of toxicology, he can also appreciate the preciousness of the liquor. But no matter how he recalled, or even read the fairy grass materials from the classics in his mind, he did not find any plants with similar ingredients to this wine.

Not only the classics of the previous life, even in this magical world, he has never found anything similar to it.

Just as Tang San frowned and thought, the voice without the slightest emotion sounded in his mind again.

“Golden mead can stabilize the soul and strengthen the physique. It is a strategic material necessary for the weak human beings to travel in the starry sky… It is also really interesting. In this world, even the materials for making golden mead are not available. It can only be used in fantasy. Look in that dangerous field.”

Maybe it’s because of the master’s request, or maybe it’s because “weak human beings” like Tang San are happy to show off knowledge. In short, even though the member of that great race didn’t have the slightest mood swing in his voice, he had said everything Tang San wanted to know.

And Tang San was also happy to understand the knowledge that he lacked. Although the other party’s direct speech in his own spirit made him a little bit distressed, he was never tired of the unknown knowledge.

“Golden Mead… Fantasy World…”

Chewing these two new nouns, Tang San looked at the master as if he was worshipping his ancestors in his previous life, while chanting obscure spells, while splashing wine into the void. In his mind, a brand new world that he has never known is gradually taking shape.

Suddenly, his eyelids twitched slightly, and those purple jewel-like eyes deflected uncontrollably, looking straight at the void above the master’s head.

After the master finished chanting the mantra and the last cup of golden mead spilled out, a chaotic vortex suddenly appeared in the sky, and a strange creature flew out of it amidst the harsh and unpleasant calls.

Just like Tang San had encountered countless times before, the creature that appeared in front of them was the so-called [Bayaki]. Under the rays of the setting sun, which was not yet completely dark, the shape of this strange creature was completely exposed in Tang San’s eyes.

This Baiyak had slightly ragged, bat-like fleshy wings, but the joints of the body were like insects covered with exoskeleton, and the claws were more like the sharp claws of birds.

Generally speaking, if this Baiyak stood upright, it would be somewhat similar to the human body. At this moment, the moment it appeared, it roared, and the air-leaking wings behind the vibration flew towards the sky.

“Bayaki…looks like a failure.”

The raised fingers slowly relaxed, looking at Baiyaki who was about to escape, unspeakable emotions waved from Tang San’s heart, and he couldn’t tell whether it was fear or regret.

After all, the old knowledge is vital to their world, but once it makes a mistake, it is a real disaster.

But at this moment he didn’t have to make a choice anymore. It had already happened. [The Demon Jugui Lu] could only summon Baiyaki. Later, he would have some confidence to fight against the mental pollution monsters, and it was not without gain.

While he was thinking, on the altar, the master looked at the burning talisman in his hand, his pupils dilated slightly. Suddenly raised his head, watching the circling flying, faintly lowered his head towards the “Bayaki” who showed his fangs, the master shook his whole body, a little bloodshot overflowed from the seven orifices, and his mind became chaotic in an instant.

At the same time, in Tang San’s mind, the voice of the great race of Iszhi sounded again, but it was no longer the calm before.

It roared hysterically: “Something went wrong! That’s not Baiyaki! Go ahead and don’t let him escape from here!”

“Better… kill him!”