Super God Gene

Hundreds of bronze furnaces, stretching straight into the palaces of the clouds, can be seen everywhere on a land like a flood.

But nowadays, the place is filled with ruins, Xiaoso, death and desolation. Even the sun and moon stars seem to have abandoned it, and no trace of light can be seen.

The infinite darkness encloses this once glorious place as if it would never dawn.

Only around a tiny shattered palace, with four candlesticks burning slightly more light in the dark, but only in this tiny area.

In that darkness, a red old cat, biting a luminous, dark oil lamp inside his mouth, slowly walked along the dusk lamp in the infinite darkness.

A little boy slept right on his back and drooled at the corner of his mouth.

When the old cat arrived with the little boy in front of the palace with the bright light, a horrible monster fell from the sky and landed in front of the square, a pair of eyes as if they were black holes, staring at the old cat's anger: “Nine lives, you dare to come back, it seems that you are ready to atone for your sins with your life, let this king end your sins. ”

Saying, the beast opened its big mouth, and for a moment the whole world seemed to be swallowed by him.

“You are not alone in its life, and death cannot wash away his sins, and I will put it into an infinite circle, infinitely tormenting it for eternity and eternity in order to wash away its sins.” A magnificent red beast came out of the darkness.

“You are all wrong, its life does not belong to anyone, and I will split it it into a thousand 10,000 creatures and then kill one a day, killing it in different ways every day, making it suffer infinitely every day.” The ghostly voice came from the top of the palace, and there was a strange bird standing at the top of the palace, a pair of powerful ghostly eyes, staring dead at the old cat.

“What fun is that? If I were you, I would kill it slowly, and I would kill only one day and night for 10,000 days and nights, but I would never let it die, and that would dispel my hatred.” A demonic woman came slowly from the palace, only to look at the old cat's eyes full of hatred and a bitter cold.

“Cough, why are you killing me? We're best friends.” Nine cats looked innocent and said.

“Roar!” Four horrible demon kings roared as if the whole dark world were about to be torn apart by their anger.

“How dare you say we're friends? If it weren't for you, how could we have endured so much pain and remorse and how could the Holy Land be so... I hate that I can't take your skin off and drink your blood...”

Four demon king-like creatures have cast the most vicious curse, while the old cat has been surrounded.

“Old friends, don't be so nervous, I'm not here to save you.” The old cat faced an angry horror creature, but still had that grinning look on his face, he said not slowly.

“Save us? What makes you think that?" A woman leaves her mouth open.

“With him.” Without giving the other three demon kings a chance to speak, the old cat gently lowered the flowers on his back.

Four demon king-like creatures, all with their eyes on sleeping flowers.

“What the hell is this? Did you bring it to honor our food? Tooth stitches aren't enough. You want us to spare you?” The giant beast asked coldly.

“If you really eat him, I'm afraid the Holy Land will never see the sun again.” The old cat put a smile away and said seriously: “He will be the Son, bringing the Holy Land back to its former glory and making the whole world feel again what is the true fear. ”

“He? Are you kidding? You've been hiding in a shelter for years, and your brain's broken?” The woman whispered in contempt.

“Nine lives, do you think you can fool us with your mantra?” That ghost-like weird bird, the voice coldly said.

The other two beasts roared and seemed to be impatient to swallow the old cat.

“Are you all idiots? Take a closer look at how different he is.” The old cat was not afraid at all, pointing to Xiaohua.

The eyes of the four horrible creatures had to gather on the flowers again, and for a moment, the strange bird suddenly unfolded to cover its wings, instantly in front of the flowers, lowered its head, a pair of powerful ghost-like eyes almost affixed to the flowers, and the eyes flashed an incredible light.

“How could this be... how could this be... how could he be...” Weird bird excitedly can't even say a full word.

The demonic woman also seemed to see something. Her eyes were so wide, she couldn't believe it. “Cat, what did you do to him? How could he have the power of the Holy Lord? ”

“Idiot, what can I do, of course, is because he has practiced the works of the Holy Lord.” The old cat said mercilessly.

“This… this is impossible… can anyone else practice the work of the Holy Lord?” The red beast stared dead at the sleeping flowers, displaying a surprise and surprise on his face.

“You've seen it with your own eyes. What else is impossible? Can the power in him fool anyone? As long as you can raise him, when he really grows up, what's the trouble in trying to bring the Holy Land back to life?” The old cat said with his mouth shut.

The four demonic king-like creatures have long thrown what they just said outside the Nine Nights Cloud. For the old cat, who hated not being able to kill after, they completely ignored it. Each of the four guys is in one direction, sleeping in the middle of the sleeping flowers, and their eyes don't blink and stare at the flowers, as if they were looking at some treasure of the world.

“Girl, try him. Don't let that bastard cheat on us again.” The strange bird said to the demonic woman.

“Yes, it must be seen clearly.” The two beasts also called.

The woman nodded her head, stretching out a finger, slowly toward Little Flower, with a little pink light on her fingertips.

Scold!

The woman's fingers had not yet touched the body of Xiaohua, and suddenly only a white sword was born from Xiaohua, cutting out the pink flame on the woman's fingers.

“Really... it's true...” Without waiting for the woman to say anything, the other three beasts have growled excitedly.

The woman's palms moved slightly, the body of the flower floated and slowly fell into the woman's arms. The woman held the flower in piety, as if holding the world's most precious treasure, the palms were trembling.

“The Son is back... we finally have hope...”

The roaring voice of a ghost crying wolf echoes in the midst of an infinite night, not saying whether it is excitement or sadness.