Super God Gene

Hanson has been very curious about the Tower of Heaven because it is so similar to the metal tower in his soul sea that there is little difference between the two towers except that they are made of metal and stone, respectively.

The four powerful gods injected into the formation method with their own strength, forcing the door of the Tower of Heaven to exercise that day to open a line, allowing only one person to pass by. Hanson grabbed the moment as commanded and flashed into the Tower.

Ta-da!

Hanson had just entered the tower and the gate closed.

Hanson didn't panic because he knew the whole process before.

With the power of the Formation Act, the four powerful gods could barely push the door open, and only then could it be kept open.

Hanson had a month in the Tower of Destiny, and a month later, at this time, they would open the door again, and Hanson would be able to get out.

Looking at everything in the tower, Hanson just heard that there is a magical genetic technique in the Tower of Destiny. Any biology practiced will greatly improve its own evolution, but each incoming life, the genetic technique they practiced seems different, which makes Hanson very curious, I don't know if this is really happening.

Hanson is located on the first floor of the Fate Tower, and the environment is almost exactly the same as inside his Fate Tower, except that on the walls of this stone Fate Tower, Hanson sees some paintings.

Hanson thought the paintings were legendary genetics, but after a closer look, he found that the murals were not genetics, but portraits of a creature.

It was a man, and Hanson couldn't tell if he was human, Crystal, Imperial, or Heavenly. It all looked a little bit alike, but it was hard to tell the difference from the murals.

But this man is not painted like a man, more like a god on the altar. Although his posture is different on every wall, however he is, he has the smell of despising the people, which makes people feel very uncomfortable.

Although it was only a mural, it was not a living thing, but when his eyes fell on Hansen, he gave Hansen goose bumps, as if he had been seen through his heart and heart by those eyes.

Hanson frowned slightly, just looking at a portrait and actually making him escape that look, which is absolutely not normal.

“What's wrong with these murals? Or are these paintings like Jade Spirits in the White Jade Tower, actually living creatures?” Hanson stared at the man in the picture, but he didn't see anything.

Looking at the whole first floor, it was just the portrait of this man, nothing else, and Hansen sighed for a moment and walked towards the stairs leading to the second floor.

Hanson frowned that the second floor of the Tower of Fate, above the walls of the Tower, was still a portrait of the man, but the posture was slightly different from that of the first layer.

“Not in the whole Tower of Heaven. It's just his portrait, right?” Hanson read his mind and continued on to the third level.

Surely, unfortunately, Hanson got it right, and the third floor is still his portrait.

Each floor of the tower has eight sides, each with a picture of him, and Hanson walks from the first floor to the sixth floor, and he sees a total of 48 portraits of men.

The pictures are all the same person, but the posture is different. Some are sitting images, some are standing images, and some are lying images. Each picture has a different posture, but whatever the posture, the man's myth is the same, which makes Hanson feel very disgusted.

Speaking of which, the man was not ugly, but handsome, with a smile on his face, he was supposed to look adorable, but Hanson was somewhat disgusted, which is why.

After Hanson had this idea, he had to be surprised. He did not like to look at people, whether they were good or evil in rumors or what they looked like. He would not generally have the impression of being preconceived until he understood himself.

But now he's just looking at a portrait, and he's disgusted with the man in the portrait, which is obviously a little unusual.

Hanson continued to walk to the seventh highest level, forcibly pressing that aversion into his heart.

If this stone tower had anything to do with his metal tower, there would have been a spatial boundary on the seventh floor, which is where the tower was used for captivity.

Walking to the seventh floor of the Tower of Heaven, the sight of Hanson gave a slight glimpse.

There were no more paintings on the seventh floor, there was only one stone platform in the middle, and there was actually a man sitting on the stone platform, the man painted by the forty-eight portraits below.

He sat like a Buddha on a stone bench with his legs on his knees, his hands sagging naturally, and his eyelids closing naturally, as if he were sitting there asleep.

But Hanson didn't feel a bit alive on him, as if it was just a statue without life, but in Hanson's eyes, it was clearly a living person, with clear pores on his body, and the skin exposed to it was still pink red.

Subcutaneous blubber vessels are also implicitly visible, and apart from not breathing, this is a living human being.

Hanson observed the man in front of him in the field of Dong Xuan. He was also a living person, but he didn't see any chance of survival. Hanson couldn't tell whether he was alive or dead. It was so weird.

While Hanson was measuring the man, there were ripples of ripples on the man's body that swung over him like a circle of water.

Hanson retreated slightly and found that the ripples were just a vibrant fluctuation, not a lethal force.

But Hanson was surprised that the black crystal armor in his soul sea had reacted, the armor trembled lightly, and a mysterious smell emerged from Hanson's body, immersed in his body.

Hanson only felt the body sink, and the cells all over his body seemed to be locked up by that mysterious breath, not only did the Dong Xuan Sutra stop working, but even other genetic techniques were locked up.

Only the native water emperor and several other forces absorbed by Hanson can circulate in his body.

“What's going on here?” Hansen's heart was uncertain, but he saw the man's eyes open slowly and looked at Hansen with a smile.

Hansen's heart paused to create that feeling of disgust, a hundred times stronger than when he looked at the portrait before, but Hansen Johnson suppressed himself and didn't show it.

Because Hanson suddenly discovered that his own aversion was influenced by black crystal armor, not his own emotions.

The man still looked at Hanson with that look, his mouth slightly curled, and he asked, “Do you believe in God in this world? ”