Super God Gene

Seeing a man leaving, Hanson couldn't help but ask: "Heavenly saint, can any of the thirteen saints I taught have a Han name? ”

“No, you better get out of here.” The man's head didn't answer either.

Hanson wanted to ask what else, but saw that the man had gone fast, that horrible body, and the instant had torn the space apart, as far away as the instant.

Hanson found a problem, and the man's body was really strong to the extreme, and he couldn't even fight it now.

But he seems to be only physically powerful, completely devoid of the power of any particular attribute.

At first he climbed the mountain, maybe he really couldn't fly. After all, he was purely powerful, he could jump very high, but he couldn't get away from gravity completely.

“What exactly are the thirteenth saints? Is the Qin family one of the thirteen saints? Is Han Jingzhi one of the thirteen saints?” Hanson flashed countless thoughts in his heart, but they were all elusive.

As Hansen pondered, she suddenly felt the fluctuations of power, and the Empress came back on the Bronze Throne.

Hanson called bitterness in his heart and understood why men should let him leave quickly. However, too much confusion just now prevented Hanson from thinking so much. He stood here for a while and failed to leave in time.

“God, how dare you fool me? I want your life!” The Empress seems to have been furious, and on her bronze throne there are many pieces of crushed jade, which should appear to belong to that bell-like bird fruit.

Hansen turned around and ran, but it was too late. Although the Empress had clearly seen that Hansen was not heavenly, she did not want to let go of his meaning. She could not find heaven. The Empress was obviously a little crazy. She wanted to spill her breath on Hansen, who was also human.

With the Bronze Throne flying over Hanson's head, the speed can't even escape the Phoenix Sky.

Countless bronze snake tails rolled over Hansen, angry in his heart: "Your sister, when am I bullied? God deceived you. You don't have to go to him to settle the bill. What's the matter with me? ”

At the same time, Hanson summoned the little angel and the rebel knight to himself and turned into an ancient demon soldier, pulling out the phoenix sword and the Tai 'a sword into the serpent.

The thunderbolt on the rebel knight, the rebel halo erupted, causing a halo to appear at the foot of all creatures and a blue fine thunderbolt on his body.

It's just the halo and fine lightning on the bronze snakes, slowing them down, weakening their power and speed, making them look painful and moving very poorly.

Hansen and the little angel were amplified, and the attack was accompanied by a paralyzing force of thunder.

However, the squamous snake's body was no less resilient than that of a violent superdivine creature. Hansen cut the sword on top, leaving only one wound, making it difficult to cut off the tail of the snake directly.

The bronze snakes couldn't help it, Hanson. They were stuck for a while.

At this time, the Empress was burning in anger, but she couldn't find the saint of heaven. She wanted to exhale a human being, but she didn't want this human being to hold hands so much, and the Bronze Throne couldn't hold him for a while.

“Emperor, we have no vengeance. I'm just passing by. Why should I? If you're looking for revenge, why don't we go find the righteous one?” Hanson had no heart for it and the Emperor was desperate.

People are spirits. Killing them will bring them back to life. It won't do Hanson any good.

And he had just been deceived, and Hanson got two birds of fruit, and he got all the benefits, and he had to work hard with a great emperor. It was really hard for Hanson to create any kind of war.

After taking advantage of it, of course, we must hurry away. Now Hanson only hates that he is not running fast enough. He should learn to be a saint of heaven. The guy already knew that he would definitely come back to be a deceived female emperor, so he was in such a hurry to leave. Before leaving, he also reminded Hanson.

Only then Hanson was haunted by so much doubt that he did not understand the meaning of the saints of heaven.

“None of you human beings are good. Kill you first, then go find that bastard.” The Empress said coldly.

The Empress was not fighting Hanson at all.

She knew that it might not be that easy to find the sky, and Hanson appeared in a place like this, and was a human being like the sky, and maybe there was something going on between them, and maybe Hanson could find some clues to the sky.

That's why the Empress left Hanson behind, not brainless killing and divulging.

The Bronze Throne couldn't hold Hansen for a while, making the Empress more certain that Hansen had nothing to do with Heaven.

Human beings in the third shelter are already few, and even less powerful, saying that Hanson has nothing to do with Heaven, the Empress naturally refuses to believe.

The Empress was already a little impatient when she saw the Bronze Serpent having trouble cleaning up Hansen for a while and stood up on the Bronze Throne.

Her legs are extremely long and beautiful, making her extremely tall and naturally queenly.

A pair of dangerously seductive eyes, at a time of strange glow, staring dead at Hanson in battle with a bronze snake.

Hanson did not have much desire to engage, he retreated as he fought, hoping to escape with speed, but the bronze throne was very fast, almost like a void, how could he escape.

The woman's eyes grew brighter and brighter, making her eyes look like light bulbs, and a pair of beautiful eyes turned white.

In that incandescent white, Hansen's figure was gradually reflected, but unlike Hansen's original figure, it was a bronze statue that resembled Hansen's.

Hanson, who was retreating from the border war, suddenly felt heavy, his body seemed rigid for no reason, and his movements suddenly became very inflexible, kind of like a puppet.

Hanson was shocked and looked at him and found that many parts of his body turned into bronze, first bones, then flesh, and finally organs and skin.

Hanson was shocked to see more and more parts of his body turned into bronze, completely unstoppable.

And when I saw the queer eyes of the Empress, and the bronze figure that was mapped out of her, Hanson knew what was happening.

Understood and understood, but the power of blood and life nerves did not stop bronze from spreading on him. His body became heavier and more rigid, and his eyes had to turn into a bronze statue like the shadow reflected in the eyes of the Empress.

“Do you really think I'm bullied?” Hanson's eyes were cold, his eyes abruptly burned with incandescent white holy light, and then spread all over his body.