Super God Gene

Everyone panicked at once, and each gathered his own strength to break free of the bronze coffin, or to smash the coffin.

It's okay that they don't use power. This force suddenly feels like the power on them is pouring uncontrollably into the bronze coffin, as if it was sucked into it by a water absorber.

Wang Zhao, who had already been shocked by nothing, watched his power flow into the bronze coffin, but could not stop it, and his hands could not leave the bronze coffin.

Zhong San smiled and summoned a sword-shaped gene nucleus, severely chopped on the bronze coffin cover, but the gene nucleus touched the coffin, but didn't make a sound, like it was sucked on top, and the power in the gene nucleus was sucked into the bronze coffin.

As in the case of others, the summoned nucleus is completely ineffective and is sucked on as soon as it touches the bronze coffin.

Everyone was terrified, watching their power pour into the bronze coffin, the weird symbols on the bronze coffin lit up a little bit, and their hearts were shocked.

“Why haven't you been sucked away?” Yan Meng suddenly looked at Hansen and said, "Everyone's power has been drawn away, but nothing has changed on Hansen. Yan Meng has always suspected Hansen of something wrong. At this time, the first reaction was to look at Hansen, and he found that Hansen had nothing at all.

Yan Meng said that, everyone's eyes looked at Hansen, and he really didn't see anything.

“Shit, there's something wrong with him.” Zhong San laughed and cursed, summoning another gene nucleus and chopping it off to Hanson.

Hanson unwrapped his hand and avoided the knife-shaped genetic nuke attack, helplessly saying: "Although I am not trapped in a bronze coffin, I did not harm you and have nothing to do with this bronze coffin. ”

Unfortunately, Wang Zhuo didn't believe Hanson at all at this time, and they all summoned genetic nukes to Hanson.

Hanson had to retreat. Their native nuclei were all gemstone grade. The nuclei they possessed were at least gold grade. Several nuclei came together and Hanson didn't dare touch them.

“I knew this kid wasn't good enough to kill him.” Promising dreams bite the teeth, "he said.

“Your bodies…” Old Qiu suddenly screamed.

When people looked at each other, they realized that their bodies were actually starting to age, and that aging was incredible.

Originally a young man's dream of prophecy, it was already white hair and wrinkles on his face, as if he were an old man of sixty or seventies.

Everyone's situation was the same. It was all a shock, but Wang Zhao suddenly shouted: “Mr. Li, how come you're not old? ”

Not just Wang Zhao, everyone saw that Mr. Li was still so elegant and not as old as they were.

In the horrified eyes, Mr. Li smiled slightly and took two steps back, then said softly: "I am not trapped in the saint coffin, naturally I will not age. ”

“Mr. Lee, do you know what this is?” Wang Zhuo and others' faces are all changed, full of unbelievable colors, no one can believe that Mr. Li would say such words.

“This is the Sacred Coffin of Blood. The Blood Cat of the Nine Lives was a coffin animal. With the Sacred Coffin animal present, the Sacred Coffin will remain asleep. But we opened the coffin, and we let the town coffin beast go, and the coffin regains its strength, at a time when life is needed to bring it back to life.” Mr. Lee said calmly.

“Mr. Lee, how do you know all this? You have a way of saving us, right?” Old Qiu looked at Mr. Li in horror and shouted, like a prayer.

He was already very old, and by this time he had wrinkles all over his face like bark, and his back was creaking up, and he looked like an old man dying of wood.

Wang Zhuo and the others also looked at Mr. Li. Although they already knew something was wrong with Mr. Li, they still held that hope in case.

“I do know how to save you, but this is what I came here for, and how can I stop the Sacred Coffin from recovering?” Mr. Lee said softly.

“You... you brought us here intentionally... you already planned to hurt us...” Wang Zhong shouted.

“Don't make it sound so bad. I saved your lives. Isn't it normal to give it back now? Have you yourselves said that if you are to be rewarded with death, it is time for you to repay yourselves? Have you never taken what you have said seriously?” Mr. Lee said softly.

Wang Zhuo had already been staring at them, combined with the power of life sucked by the Sacred Coffin, his body was getting weaker and weaker, and he could not even say a word at this time.

Hanson's gaze was stunned, and I didn't expect such a respected Mr. Li to have such a side, even Hanson was a little incredible.

Promising dreams that they trusted Mr. Li so much, but never thought that it was Mr. Li who personally led them to death.

Mr. Lee ignored them and turned to Hanson: "Han, what pulse of disciple are you? ”

Hanson knew that Mr. Lee thought of him as a bloodthirsty, but he didn't know what to say for a while.

According to Hansen's knowledge, there are at least two forces of Blood Order, one of which is the South Leaving Heaven system, which seems to be loyal to the Blood Order Bishop, while the other is considered a traitor, and Hansen knows that there are Saints of Heaven and Han Kyung, among others.

Hanson didn't know that Mr. Lee belonged to that power, so he didn't know what to say for some time.

However, Mr. Li did not seem to have asked in detail, seeing that Hanson did not answer immediately, and went on to say: “Sacred blood is needed for the resurrection of the Sacred Coffin. Sacred blood on your body, though faint, is of some use, and sacrificing it with me to resurrect the Sacred Coffin. ”

Mr. Lee said, just before he walked to the coffin, his right index finger was cut out in the palm of his left hand, and suddenly blue blood poured out of the wound.

That blue demon is spectacular, and there is no way to compare the blood of the southern sky to the blue blood of the saints of heaven.

“Mr. Lee, don't you know which saint you are?” Hanson looked at Mr. Lee and asked.

Mr. Lee frowned slightly after listening to Hanson: "What vein are you descended from? Didn't your parents even tell you about the Bishop? ”

“Are you the Bishop of Blood?” Hansonton glanced at Mr. Lee.

Hanson used to have a hard time figuring out who the Blood Church was, but now there are two, and they're completely different.

The shadow of a self-proclaimed bishop is a spirit, and now Mr. Lee says he is a bishop, and he is clearly a pure human being.

“What's going on? How come all of a sudden there are so many bishops?” Hanson had a sudden change of heart, but he couldn't think of a clue.