Douluo: Thousands of Templates
Chapter 19 Opens

After seeing the essence of the trail of thorns, the angel god was silent for a moment, and then the flash of light in his eyes, he wanted to directly search for Qian Renxue's memories and explore the source of this trail.

At the moment he shot out, the originally silent brand of thorns lit up, and holy feathers emerged from thin air, surrounded by Qian Renxue. A majestic crown made of pure light feathers was placed on his head again. By the time the crown appeared, the void in his eyes was swept away, leaving only a hidden deep rage that was forced to read memories.

With the help of the Brand of Thorns, his soul is kept awake, but not yet shown.

"Are you awake? Very good, tell me exactly what you're going through." The god angel had no other emotions at all, and was still so indifferent. In his view, everything a believer has is his own, isn't it normal to do what he wants to do to a believer?

"Yes, like this ..." Qian Renxue did not dare to lie, she told the story to the Angel God. But under the cover of countless light feathers, the trace of anger hidden in the depths of his eyes was nowhere to be found.

The angel god did have a way of ascertaining whether Qian Renxue's words were true. He listened carefully and made sure that there was nothing wrong before he nodded.

To be honest, the Angel God was also a little unsure whether what Tang Chen said was true or false. Creator, Creator? Judging from the nature of the power imprinted with thorns, it might be true.After all, that power has far exceeded the limits I know; a disaster? In the God Realm, there were indeed predictions. At some point in the future, there would be a calamity that would sweep through the entire God Realm. Could it be that the disaster was referring to another world invasion?

Because he knew far more than Qian Daoliu and Qian Renxue, so he wanted (brain supplements) to be amazing. Moreover, according to him, the existence of the light essence had no reason to deceive this little shrimp.

"Maybe..right"

The angel god left such a sentence, and he returned to the realm of the gods. This sort of thing was no longer something he could solve by himself, he wanted to discuss with the law enforcement of the world. Moreover, the power of the thorn brand touched him too much, and he had new insights into the future path, which also needed to return to the realm of the gods to be meticulously understood.

By the time the angel god consciousness returned, Qian Daoliu woke up, he saw his grandson slightly lowered his head, and there were more emotions in his eyes that even he could not see, and he could not help but ask:

"What's the matter, Cher, did the gods say anything?"

"Disaster, maybe it's true. And..."

Qian Renxue raised her head, her eyes full of determination. "I was thinking, to become a god, can I just inherit the position of a god?!"

On his head, the brand of thorns that had been returned to its original state flickered slightly.

Sacred Soul Village, in the blacksmith shop in the corner of the village, Tang Chen looked at Tang San boredly as he fiddled with the parts on the tooling table.

Three months had passed, and now Tang San had originally mastered the chaotic cloak hammer method. Under the warm support of Tang Chen's Buddhist strength, he could already use thirty-six hammers, which far surpassed his current one in his original work. Even Tang Hao was a little stunned when he saw her.

Are all my children criminals?

Tang Hao was a little skeptical about life, he was already quite a genius, otherwise, he would not be the youngest named Douluo on the mainland, but in front of his children, he would not be the youngest, he really doesn't look enough at all.

If this were to change the world, it was expected that he would sigh: "My son deserves to be emperor."

After two and a half months of repeated beatings, Tang San fulfilled the task given by Tang Hao excessively, saying, and a 50-centimeter-square piece of coarse iron filled with dirt was hammered into half the size of a fist. At this moment, he was surprised to find that when iron was only the size of a fist, the iron pig became the mother of iron. And when only half the size of a fist was left, the iron mother became an iron spirit!

Many parts on the tooling table were forged from that iron by Tang San. It was a hidden weapon called Xiujian, and it was also the simplest type of hidden weapon in the Tang Sect. But this was Tang San's first job in the world, and it was also the first job to be completed entirely on its own.

The arm arrow is divided into two parts: the arm and the arrow. Due to the limited number of iron spirits, Tang San only finished his arm, and his arm was re-forged by it. There were nine of them, all of which were of the iron mother level.

But what Tang San didn't know was that Tang Chen secretly "dazzled" it with Buddhist strength, adding a series of bonuses such as armor piercer, real damage, chasing weakness, qi splitting, adding a series of bonuses, etc., for the 30th level. 'S Soul Venerable could cause considerable damage, and it was not impossible that a single blow would kill under a sneak attack.

However, Tang Chen did not plan to tell Tang San about this, so let him feel his brother's love in times of crisis.

Tang San felt a little cold for some reason.

Okay, this is a stinking brother.

When Tang Chen sighed that Tang San disliked his own sauce, all of a sudden, he suddenly felt a sense of transparency, like drinking cold water during dog days, which made people feel refreshed. The power of holy light appeared on his body, beating with glee, even the power of the Buddha that had long since not been enhanced, his inhibitions seemed to loosen slightly.

It's the……

Tang Chen's eyes twinkled, Seriously, he waited until Huadu left, and finally waited for Qian Renxue's help. His background is finally beginning to unfold.

The creator's template hasn't changed much, it's just that his training speed has become a little faster. However, he could sense that the bottleneck in the future had been lost a lot, and that was what Tang Chen needed. As long as his strength was strong enough, no one could threaten him.

Just when Tang Chen was startled, his eyes suddenly shook, his consciousness detached from his body, and he came to a large and supreme palace.

He sat on a throne in the middle of the hall, and thousands of seraphs knelt beneath him. On the frontline of the Seraphim, there were six supporters with twelve wings, emitting a brilliance more dazzling than the sun.

And this kind of existence, at this moment, respectfully stood in front of Tang Chen.

Where is this place?

Tang Chen's eyes widened, looking at the things in the hall.

"My lord!"

Just as Tang Chen was thinking about what had happened, a twelve-winged angel stood upright, with chains wrapped around his wings and a huge sword on his back, stepped forward and kneeled on one knee.

"I have found a successor to the power of belief, and I also ask the supreme ruler to allow me to pass on the power. From then on, he will be a newly condemned saint, he will judge the sins and punishments of billions of people. The creatures of the world, because the darkness of the World brings the glory of our Lord!"

"allow."

Tang Chen pondered a few times and nodded. In this space, he gradually learned something.

Once the background is opened, as long as a living being has thoughts about the pattern, whether it be anticipation or fear, it will become food for the strength of the pattern. This space is something that comes with the template of the Creator, and has many [concepts] of gods under the Creator.

In other words, Godhead!

With a god creature, there would be an opportunity to grow into a true god. However, however, a being who had obtained the Godhead could not betray him.

Godhead is just a concept. Despite reaching a certain level, without such a concept, one cannot be promoted, but it does not consume a lot of energy.

so……

In the real world, Tang Chen's eyelids, which once again consumed the holy light in his body, jumped up, the damn concept consumed no energy, and the power of the holy light finally accumulated was not left at all.

Wait a minute, the angel earlier seemed to be a twelve-winged woman called the Saint of Sins?