Super God Gene

The Black Moon King stood at the top of Stone Mountain and removed a knife from the side of the knife rack.

Hanson thought the king's knife was bound to shine, but the one in the hands of the Dark Moon was obviously not in this list.

It's a moonlike narrow knife, but it's all dark and dark. You can't see a little light from the knife. It's like a dark, dark night.

Hanson looked at the knife and thought, "There's only one knife that's three feet long. How do you grind it on a hillside sharpening stone?"

Instead of sharpening the knife immediately, the black moon knife pressed one hand onto the stone mountain below, the green and yellow stone mountain, suddenly filled with pale watermarks.

The watermark fluctuates from the foot of the mountain toward the top of the mountain, and finally converges on the top of the mountain, on the stone of the top of the mountain.

The stone was obliquely concave, condensed with watermarks, and seemed to flow down from the top like a ripple.

The Dark Moon King stood in front of the waterstone with a knife in his hands and a divine devotion, as if what was in his hands was not a knife, but a sacrifice to God.

The black blade was affixed to the waterstone by the Black Moon King, and the angle between the blade and the waterstone was only about fifteen degrees, smoothly grinding down.

Hanson also learned to sharpen knives in the league. Until he was not interested in casting knives, Z-steel products, both blades and blades, need to be sharpened from time to time to maintain sharpness. Unlike beast weaponry, they can be automatically restored.

However, the blades and sharpeners of the genetic universe are obviously somewhat different from those of the Alliance. Weapons made of exotic treasure are generally able to automatically recover damaged blades, so long as they are not too seriously damaged, they generally do not need to be sharpened, they do not need to be sharpened, and the sharpened parts are still automatically recovered.

Hanson was also the first to see the blade opened by a Jewel weapon, and suddenly saw a light shining between the knife and the sharpening stone when he was guessing what the use of such a sharpening knife was.

That light seemed to be the first dawn before the rising of the Eastern sun, but it was on the side of the pitch-black blade, which was polished out of the lunar teeth.

The Dark Moon King's heart was still intact, and he continued to lift the knife and grind it again.

This grinding, listening to more than one knife chant, seems to be the baby's first whisper.

Hanson was surprised. Obviously, the blade opening process of the exotic knife tool was not as simple as sharpening the knife. He felt that he really came to the right place this time and had a lot of insight.

Everyone else also looked at the Black Moon King who sharpened the knife, and no one made a sound, afraid to influence the Blade Opening Ceremony of the Black Moon King.

The third grind, only saw the rise of the pitch-black knife rose the strange light, it seemed that a round of moon teeth rose from the knife, that gentle and cool glow fell, causing the body to tremble, as if the sweat on the body had been scratched by the moonlight, the skin slightly trembled.

The fourth mill, another round of moon teeth.

Every time the Black Moon King grinds, a circle of moon teeth rises, from the very thin moon teeth at the beginning to the fullness of the back, until it turns into a full circle, and then a little bit into a broken moon, and finally disappears.

The vision of the last moon on Stone Mountain has changed more than once, and a cold and clear moonlight has fallen. It seems that even the narrow and true moonlight of the moon intersects with it.

The time is so fake that the moon merges perfectly with the shadow, as if there was nothing left between the heavens and the earth but the knife and the full moon, and the intoxicating moonlight.

There was a sound of a sharpening knife in his ear, and every time he sharpened it, it seemed like a moonlight fell in the sky, making the blade brighter.

So dark to bright, then bright to dark, until the visions of the moon in the sky converged, and the blade was grinded to the brightness, and no more light could be seen. The blade was still black, as if it had extended into the night.

Until then, the Black Moon King had finally lifted the knife from the sharpening stone, as if the sharpening had been completed.

The waters on Stone Mountain gradually converged and later disappeared, and Stone Mountain gradually recovered its original appearance of green and yellow.

Hanson had a slight strangeness in his heart, and he said, “Is that all there is to it? ”

Hanson was thinking about it, but he saw the Black Moon King with his knife in his hand. He came down from the stone mountain and walked to the stone pavilion where Hanson was watching.

Hanson felt a little nervous, or excited, between several kings and the younger generations around them, and seemed a little unusual.

“Lunar wheel, could you enlighten me for this knife?” The Black Moon King held the knife with his hands, and the divine and solemn salute to the Moon King.

“It is an honor to be able to inspire such a knife," the Moon King rose to salute. ”

Then, Moon King walked out of the stone pavilion and came to the Black Moon King. He reached out his hands and took the narrow knife from the Black Moon King solemnly.

Rebecca and Doolish were excited to see their father give the moon its narrow inspiration, while several other kings were slightly lost.

The Dark Moon King gave the knife to the Moon King, and said solemnly: "Use your Moon Wheel power to enlighten the spirit of this knife. ”

Everyone was a little surprised when they heard it. Hanson didn't know what was going on and could only watch it as he continued.

The Moon King nodded slightly, holding the knife in his hand, and gradually a faint moonlight appeared on his body, while the Black Moon King retreated into the stone pavilion.

Hanson looked at the Moon King, and he just heard that the Moon King was a half-step myth alongside Issa, but he knew nothing about the power of the Moon King himself.

When I spoke to the Moon King, I didn't see any power in him, as if he were just an ordinary middle-aged man.

But at this time, he stood there holding a knife, with a faint moonlight on his body, but he could not speak elegantly, as if he were a cactus from heaven, not contaminated with half the dust of the world.

The moonlight gently flows into the knife, making the black knife's body shine.

It's not glamorous, it's just a light of moonlight, cold and gentle, with no hint of fireworks.

Buzz!

Almost everyone's knife buzzed softly, hiding the feeling of automatic sheathing.

Hanson looked at the ghost tooth knife at the waist, and although it didn't sound like a knife, it also hid a hint of hostility, which was against the same kind of rejection.

The moonlight on the knife became cooler and cooler, and the narrow knife of the whole moon sounded as if it was welcoming the birth of another king.

Instead of focusing on the King's knife, Hanson focuses on the power the Moon King injects into the knife.

Unlike Isha's hegemony, the Moon King's power is pure, so soft that no one can feel a hint of anger and easily ignored.

Hanson saw that power, but he didn't dare to take it lightly, even out of his bones.

But Hanson's focus on the power of the Moon King was not because of its power, but because of its power, which reminded him of the genetic technique "Moon Pong" that Isa had previously practiced.