Super God Gene

The gourd shook more than once in Hanson's hand, and a little black light rose at the mouth of the gourd, like a black hole, distorting the space around it.

“Is it that what's inside the gourd is finally about to be born? Is this evolutionary pool really useful?” Hanson looked over at the gourd in his hand.

While Hanson was thinking about it, he suddenly saw a black light erupting inside the gourd, like a sharp blade, instantly slicing a hole in the space in front of him.

In the space that was cut apart, an unimaginable amount of suction came out. Without Hanson's reaction, even the gourd was sucked into the space crack with him.

Boom!

Hanson only felt the sky spinning, his body was like being stuffed in a barrel washing machine and stirred, the flesh and bones were about to be rubbed, the agonized Hanson almost wanted to vomit blood, but he couldn't throw up.

Wanted to scream, but couldn't even make a sound, Hanson felt his body was about to be rubbed together.

It seemed short, but it seemed long, and that feeling of distress, even for one more second, was as long as a century for Hanson.

Boom!

Hanson finally broke out of that insane pain and fell to the ground, shouting a scream.

“Ouch!” Hanson felt a lot of pain all over his body, tried to move around, but found his bones were broken a lot, his flesh was also scarred, even his gut had a lot of rupture.

You just want to move a little harder, and you immediately feel like you're being cut by countless knives.

Fortunately, Hanson's body was amazing, and he was replaced by a typically newly promoted transcender, afraid he'd been dead for too long.

Hanson wanted to run the Holy Xuan scripture and simulate the holy light of the Holy Rhino to heal his body, but soon he discovered that his pulse had become a mess under that horrible rub, and the breath was simply hard to run.

“It's over. It's over. Is that how I'm going to die?” Hanson feels his guts are bleeding, his bones are shattered and his wounds are all over him, and if he can't heal quickly, he'll die if he doesn't get a day.

But now his breath is chaotic, his menstruation is impenetrable, he can't use his strength to repair his own flesh, he can only wait to die.

“Gourd, gourd, you're killing me.” Hanson glanced at the gourd right next to his head and almost threw up blood in his depression.

But Hanson soon found out that although his body bled more than once, the blood was not dispersed, but only concentrated in the wound, that is, it did not bleed out, nor did it dry out.

He damaged the blood spilled from his gut and did not form a sedimentation in his body. Although his transvascular insufficiency, the blood seemed to circulate in some strange way in his body and did not depend entirely on the functioning of the heart and blood vessels.

“Blood life nerves!” Hansen was overjoyed in his heart, hurriedly running his blood vessel life nerve, and prayed to himself: “It must be useful! ”

Beyond Hanson's imagination, he actually activated the blood vessel life nerve without effort, and the confused breath and pulse in the body seemed to have no effect on the blood vessel life nerve.

Strange forces erupt directly from Hansen's blood, penetrating into every cell in the body, slowly nourishing and repairing Hansen's damaged body.

Every inch of Hansen's body, viscera, bones, flesh, is slowly recovering.

Hanson finds that he doesn't even need to focus on the blood vessels, and he bursts out of his blood and slowly repairs his injured organs.

“There are some gateways to bloodshed.” Hanson was ecstatic and his blood vessels were slow to repair his body, which was not comparable to the Holy Light, but enough to save his life. It was only for a moment and a half that Hanson's body was difficult to completely repair and lay here in motion.

That's when Hanson was in the mood to measure his environment, his head was hard to move, and the whole person was lying here, and his eyes could see a very limited range.

The air here is very pure, undoubtedly giving Hansen such a feeling that it is no longer a second refuge, otherwise as his transcendent, he will only feel the air is incredibly dirty and absolutely impossible to have such a sense of purity.

“Am I supposed to be in the sanctuary of the Third God?” Hanson said secretly in his heart while barely opening his eyes and looking up.

What you can see in the eye is a piece of green, and the sun shines through that green, and the star dots fall on Hanson's face, making Hanson feel a little stingy between flashes.

Hanson sees clearly that this is a tree, not too tall, about four or five meters tall, and the oval leaves are brisk, and the crown is almost like an umbrella caged in the sky, and only occasionally can the sunlight of the stars shine through.

And between those lush leaves, Hanson saw a lot of things hanging there like a cross.

Hanson still thinks about who hung so many crosses on the tree, but he looked closely and found that it wasn't a cross, it was a short sword.

Each short sword is the same size, about two feet long, the blade has two fingers wide, looks cross shaped, all dark as ink, just like that one hangs between the leaves, not to mention twenty or thirty.

“Who's so bored to hang so many swords on a tree?” Even though Hanson thought so, he was somewhat pleased that someone was doing such a boring thing that there must be someone here.

Think back, it might be a spirit to do something so strange, then it would be bad if he was found out.

Unfortunately, Hanson's head has not been able to move for the time being, to see what's going on around him, and what you can see is the branches of this tree and the inky swords hanging from it.

But looking at it, Hanson found something wrong. Those inky swords didn't seem to be hung on the tree. The handle of those swords was connected to the branches of the tree, and the fruit seemed to grow on the tree. It looked very strange.

“Genetic seeds… this is the tree from which the genetic seeds were planted… this is the sanctuary of the Third God…” Hansonton came to understand that he was under a genetic tree and that the inky dagger on it was genetically armed.

Hanson doesn't know whether to be happy or worried. In the sanctuary of the Third God, spirits, aliens, and humans would plant genetic seeds. Now he's under a genetic tree, and he doesn't know who he's going to be.

If the owner of this gene tree is a fierce alien creature, he can't even move right now, just because he's a little fierce and likely to become food.

Hanson hurriedly looked at his soul sea, intending to summon the armor of the Demon Ant King, at least to be able to guard against one or two.

But after a glance at the sea of souls, Hanson was stuck for a moment.