Super God Gene

At this time, Wang Zhuo's hair was pale and his body was paralyzed beside the Sacred Coffin. His eyes were filled with sorrow and despair. Let alone the use of the gene nucleus. He didn't even have the strength to stand up.

“Without sacred blood?” Mr. Lee said softly.

“What happens when the coffin is restored?” Hanson didn't have a past. Although he had a heart of blood, he gave him blood, and the ghost knew what was going to happen, and maybe it would kill him.

Mr. Lee did not answer Hansen this time, his eyes on Hansen, his body suddenly moved, appeared in front of Hansen as if in a transient motion, one hand grabbed Hansen's neck and walked straight to the Sacred Coffin with Hansen.

Hanson didn't even have a chance to escape. Although the brain realized it, the body didn't keep up with the conscious response.

Grabbed by Mr. Li at the neck, Hanson only felt like he was locked by an iron gate. The whole body seemed to be penetrated by a current. His body was completely immobile and he had to let Mr. Li catch the sarcophagus.

Mr. Lee grabbed Hanson in front of the coffin, pressed him over the coffin, and stretched out his fingers to Hanson's neck, bleeding him straight on.

Hansen's eyes flashed with a blanching holy light, which spread rapidly outward from the pupil, and the short black hair turned to a blanching color, and grew rapidly, permeating the entire body with holy light.

Hanson, confined by that strange force, finally regained his freedom and punched Mr. Lee's finger, using the power of one hand to cover the sky.

Boom!

Mr. Lee took two steps back and looked at Hanson with some surprise.

Hanson's heart was even more horrified. He pulled his hand over Mr. Li's chain of genetic order. It was like he was pulled on a steel bar. He was completely pulled off. It was impossible to imagine how strong Mr. Li's body was. He probably reached the level of a superdivine creature or a great emperor.

Hanson will escape without saying anything. The power gap is too wide. He is not a hierarchical person at all. If he continues to fight, he will no doubt die.

“I had no idea there were such powerful disciples in my blood teachings, although the blood concentration was lower, and sacrificing to the Sacred Coffin was not a disgrace.” Mr. Li said softly that his figure had reached behind Hansen and grabbed him with one hand.

This time Hanson is ready, and under the aegis of the Super Reichstag, his body reacts much faster than just now.

The umbrella opened and blocked Mr. Lee's palm, while the other hand threw the egg out.

Boom!

Mr. Li's hand was patted on the umbrella, and the umbrella surface of the umbrella suddenly showed many cracks, while Hanson felt a massive attack, flying out with the umbrella, hitting the palace wall, his mouth sprayed with blood.

The egg weirdly swayed in front of Mr. Li, but the weird trajectory did not bypass Mr. Li's palm, he grabbed it by his hand, five fingers slightly hard, only listened to the bang, the egg was squeezed directly.

Ice jade skull came out of it, punched Mr. Li in the palm of his hand, and then flew back to Hanson.

Mr. Li did not expect such a change. His palm was hit by the fist of Ice Jade Skeleton. At short notice, the gloss of Ice Jade spread in his palm. Just in the blink of an eye, the entire palm became the color of Ice Jade, as if it were a crystal jade sculpture.

Hanson strongly withstood the blood fluttering in his chest, climbed up from the ground, and there was some darkness in his heart. I couldn't believe how powerful Ice Jade Skull was, even Mr. Li's strong and horizontal body could be sealed.

But the next second, Hansen's excitement turned into nothing. Only Mr. Li's body seemed to be blue, his skin seemed to be soaked by blue, and the color of the ice jade quickly melted under that blue, and then disappeared completely from Mr. Li's hand. The palm was only pure blue.

“Rarely, it's so hard, my blood disciple, to be able to apply the power of shelter to this level, you are the first person in my teaching.” Mr. Lee was not angry at himself for being attacked, but rather admired.

Hanson was not in the mood to listen to his praise, and his mind turned to calculate all the possibilities of survival, but he couldn't think of any viable way to do it for a while.

His power is far worse than that of Mr. Lee, and his gene nucleus is still bronze, neither of which can compete with Mr. Lee, and his chances of survival are very slim.

“Why do I teach people not to seem comfortable with the power of shelter?” Hanson said casually, just trying to delay a little and hoping to come up with a way out.

Mr. Lee glanced at Hanson and seemed to see through his thoughts, but did not immediately do so. Instead, he replied: "Although Holy Blood can absorb the genes of the shelter, it is difficult to possess the attribute power of the shelter, the purer the Holy Blood is, because our genes have been passed down for so many generations and have fixed the evolutionary method, which can be absorbed by the genes to promote evolution, but it is impossible to change the attributes again. Your holy blood is so thin that you are not bound by it that you can still possess the power of properties within the shelter. What kind of disciple are you, the blood of generations? ”

“You know my last name is Han.” Hanson said.

“None of the thirteen saints have a Han name. You use a pseudonym.” Mr. Lee now seems to have some interest in Hanson and is not in a hurry to do so.

“That's my real name, my grandfather's name is Han Jingzhi.” Hanson added.

“Han Kyung-seok? Impossible. Although Han Jingzhi joined me, he was only an outsider after all. His descendants could not have holy blood.” Mr. Lee denied it directly.

Mr. Hanson listened to Mr. Li so that he knew that Nan Li Tian and the baby ghost should be right. Han Jingyu was not a saint of blood, he was only forced into blood religion.

“If you say Han Jingzhi is an outsider, why does he have blood sacred objects?” Hanson continued, searching in the middle of the tunnel, hoping to find a chance to escape.

All of a sudden, Hanson discovered the nine-lifed cat in the town coffin just now, lying on the roof of the palace with his tail shaking and his eyes staring at Hanson.

“It's still here?” Hanson was surprised.

Mr. Li shrugged and said: “You know this, then you must be descended from one of the thirteen saints, but your blood is so thin. Are you from the Qin family of the Emperor Saint? ”

“How do you know?” Hanson was surprised.

“The Qin family has been detached from my teachings since ancient times. It is normal not to repair the blood line method.” Mr. Li glanced at Hanson: “I didn't expect that after all these years, the Qin family would return to my teaching. It would be a joy to be here. ”