Super God Gene

The angel gods of gold flame, gathering the power of a clan, are incomparable. The power of a sword seems to cut off the cosmic galaxy and divide the future of chaos.

Many of the great families of the Haomen praised themselves for the strength of the Yu clan.

Without the flourishing and prosperity of any clan, it would not be possible for such power to erupt. That is the origin of the clan, the strength of the clan is flaming, and the weakness of the clan is dimming.

Such a sword sweeps across the universe, to see the feathers flourish.

Confucius faced the clan lamp that concentrated the power of the clan, but the color of God remained the same. He looked at the flashing feathers on the lamp and cut off his arms like a knife.

The muscles sparkle with a seductive glow, even though they do not retreat in half in the face of millions of people, they are still so resolute.

Hanson watched his mind sway, blood flow faster, hate can't fly up, stand side by side with the man in the void, kill a happy man among the millionaires, let blood flow backwards at all costs.

Unfortunately, Hanson had some self-knowledge, knowing that with his current strength, not to mention killing with the millionaires, even any noble power could kill him in the air.

Hanson had to hold on to the warm blood in his heart and fly his eye-holes to the angel gods of the hundreds of millions of people with his own strength.

The next moment, the angel's sword burst into bright golden flashes, blinding everyone for a moment, all you can see is a brilliant golden light.

The dazzling golden moon lasted for seconds before the creatures in the great stars could continue to see the image in the void.

Just before the door of the Temple of Genes, the golden angel god, who stands at the height of millions, still connects his tail to the core of the lamp of the clan.

And Kong Fei stood in front of the angel gods, his right arm hanging beside him, the blood drained on it, the flesh as if it had been cut off by a thousand knives, revealing Sensen white bone.

“Did you lose?” I couldn't help but say three words in the dark with my eyes shaking all night.

But the next second, the body of the angel god was shattered like a butterfly and turned into a little bit of gold and scattered, falling into the sky like a meteor rain.

The "feathers” on the ancient lights were shattered and the lights were extinguished suddenly, leaving the entire void dimly lit for a time.

Pfft!

All the feathers threw up blood like rain at the same time, and their bodies were struck by lightning, and the breath on their bodies was overwhelming, as if they had been drained of a large piece of flesh.

Countless feathers have fallen, kings have fallen to dukes, dukes have fallen to marquises, and marquises have fallen to counts, except for all the feathers.

The youngest children at the bottom of the Yu clan can no longer fall, the foundation is damaged, the qualifications are greatly degraded, the family will no longer have blood scenery, so the family is damaged, the blood wants to evolve to this level again, I don't know what year to wait.

“Confucius, kill me!” The emperor roared loudly, cried blood, and blew the lamp to put an end to the scourge, making it more painful and unacceptable than killing him.

The Yu clan broke down the door and lit the lamp. For hundreds of millions of years, it has now become worthless overnight, becoming a subordinate clan in the world. It is more difficult than killing him alive, and making him the Lord of the clan suffer tens of millions times more.

Kong Fei smiled: “3,000 ghost feathers have endured 3,000 years, suffered 3,000 years, cried 3,000 years, hated 3,000 years, that pain is more painful than death. But they still have hope because they have me. But you're different. You can only look at hate like that in eternal life. There's no hope. ”

Come on, the drop of blood from Kong Fei fell on the core of the ancient lamp, apparently a white flame like feathers, and the ancient lamp lit up again.

“Kong Fei, you are also a Yu clan. The matter of 3,000 ghost feathers is Yu clan. I am sorry to you. You killed and killed, you beat and beat. Three Yu kings and countless Yu clans died, more than ten times the life of 3,000 ghost feathers. This debt should be settled. All I ask is that you re-engrave the feathers on the lamp of the genetic god. We are all willing to take you as our lord. If you want to kill or scratch, you can do whatever you want.” There was more blood in the mouth of the holy mouth, yelling at Kong Fei in the void, but there was no such thing as a nobleman's superiority, and all that remained was pleading.

“As long as you engrave feathers, you can scratch them if you want.” A few of the King of the Undead Feathers, the Emperor of the Nation, also cried out to Kong Fei in the void.

Although Konfei's blood is impure, after all, the Yu family's genes are still flowing in the body. As long as he reprints the Yu word on the genetic lamp, Yu can become an upper blood family again.

“From the moment I tore my wings off with my own hands, I had nothing to do with the Yu clan.” Confucius sounded calm, but at that moment bone hatred shook my heart.

“A clan, since then, my clan has been a non-clan, starting with me and ending with me, and there is no second non-clan under this day.” The sound of Kongfei travels all over the world.

The stars vibrated for it, as if in response to his vows, the white flame gathered over the genetic lamp and engraved a “no” word on the lamp.

“Pfft!” The blood from the Emperor's chest was unstoppable.

Konfei cut off the possibility of Yu clan lamp shelter, and Yu clan had no hope of returning to the clan.

Rain!

No heavy rain on the edge!

Every planet is raining, and the thunderbolts are dancing like dragons in the rain.

Sounds like crying for the fall of an ascendant, or cheering for the birth of a new ascendant.

Hansen stood in the rain, looking up at the genetic temple in the sky, and at a moment when the ancient lamp representing disobedience flew into the temple, a palpitation suddenly appeared in Hansen's heart, as if there were a pair of eyes peering out into the temple of the ancient temple, and all the worlds of heaven were peering under those eyes.

The black crystalline armor, which had not moved for a long time, suddenly spilled a strange force all over Hansen's body, making Hansen's body feel like it was solidified, unable to move, only to keep that position standing in the rain.

“What's going on?” Hansen was in shock.

As the divine lamp enters the temple, the door of the genetic temple slowly closes until the door is completely closed and then slowly falls into the void, before Hansen feels the strange power flowing back into the sea of souls and back into the black crystal armor.

Hansen's body returned to normal, and the black crystal armor moved half the time, as if it were just a dead thing.

Hanson looked up at the temple of genes that had disappeared in the void, and his face was shadowy.

It is no coincidence that the palpitations in his heart disappeared only after the door to the genetic temple was closed, and that the black crystalline armor poured out in between to cover his entire body.

“What exactly is black crystal armor? Is it because of yourself, or because of me? What's it like to be spyed on? Is there a living organism in the genetic temple?” Hanson flashed countless thoughts in his heart, but it was difficult to clear his mind for a moment.

The Temple of Genes went away, and many planets could never see that strange scene again. All I could see was a starry sky, and I couldn't even see the many ruined feathers and Confucius.

Hanson was standing in the rain and thinking, but he saw a man with a naked body come from the rain, and it was precisely that who achieved the disobedient Kong Fei with his own strength.