Super God Gene

The woman's mouth curled slightly, revealed a smile, and then stretched her hand over her hair and said with a smile: “The purpose of evolutionary superdivine genes is to kill those who claim to be gods. ”

“Why did you do that?” Hansen had some shock in his heart, and he knew very well how horrible those who claimed to be God were, and although they could not directly attack the creatures in the universe, their power far exceeded that of the creatures of the universe, and even the powerful God could not compare to it.

Women and the Holy Lord, they actually want to kill those guys, this crazy idea, and so does Hanson, except that his strength hasn't reached that level, and he doesn't know how to kill the guys who claim to be gods.

At least for the time being, Hanson had no hope of killing God. He saw only a stone statue of God in the imperial kingdom's tower of destiny. He would not have been able to compete with it if it had not been for the Black Crystal Armor.

I can't imagine how terrible it would be to fight a true God.

“I don't know why the Holy Lord did it, but I naturally have my reasons.” The woman said that, naturally, she had no intention of telling Hanson why.

“Having a supergod gene, can you really kill those gods?” Hanson had to change the question.

“According to our research, this is true.” The woman nodded and answered with certainty.

But then the woman shook her head and laughed, “Unfortunately, after all, research failed, and we worked out a way to evolve the body into a superdivine gene, but we found that there was no creature in the universe that could use it. It's like having a candle in your hand, knowing you can light it, but we don't even have a match, there's no way to light a candle. But with matches, the darkness can already be lit, and the presence or absence of candles is less important. That's the dilemma that I'm facing right now, and genetic narratives are like that candle, and what's missing is more important than what's done, which makes our results very chicken. ”

“Is it really that hard to cultivate genetic material? Is it really impossible to have a creature practiced in the universe?” Hanson questioned doubtfully that he had indeed practiced genetic artifacts.

The woman thought about it and said, "The problem is complicated, it has a wide range of dimensions, it's an inappropriate metaphor, a horse, and it has to eat plants as an energy source in order to survive and run. A car that needs fuel to drive. You can't fuel Maga, you can't feed a car grass, and you can practice genetic phrases on the condition that you can eat grass and fuel it. The metaphor is not very appropriate, but that is probably what it means, no organism can meet all the conditions for the cultivation of genetic narratives, and there are many conditions for genetic narratives, and the absence of one is not possible. ”

Hanson seemed to understand something he didn't seem to understand, but didn't know how to say the doubt in his mind.

“What are those guys who call themselves gods? Why would having a supergod gene kill them?” Hanson can only return to the most primitive question.

“The problem is also complicated, in essence God is also a creature, just a creature that is somewhat different from the way we live, as if it were a difference between the living and the soul, but it's not that simple, and the relationship is more complicated.” The woman paused and said, "As for why the supergod gene can kill the guys who claim to be gods, it stems from an experiment with the Holy Lord. ”

“What experiment?” Hanson asked.

And the woman didn't answer Hanson's question, and she got up and said, "Well, it's all cleaned up. You don't get dirty here anymore, or you'll turn into a pig. ”

Hanson floated in the air, afraid to land on the ground, he was really afraid that a woman would do it to him, and with this woman's abilities, she might have more hegemonic genetic modification than the light-burning ancestors.

“You haven't told me what kind of experiment it was?” Hanson hovered in the air and followed the woman.

The woman turned around and stared at Hanson and said, "Why should I tell you? ”

There is really no reason why a Hansonton Timekeeper, a woman who is not related to him and does not owe him money, should tell him.

Boom!

While Hanson was still thinking, the woman had walked into the wooden building and closed the wooden door directly.

“Shall I tell this woman that I practiced genetic artifacts? If I told her, I might know more secrets from her, but what if this woman treated me like a white mouse?” Hanson's mood is very complicated.

The woman said that Hansen was not allowed to touch anything, and Hansen didn't mean to trample on her cleanliness and obsessive-compulsive disorder, so she had to fly outside the fence wall, which landed on the ground. She sat there looking at the pale yellow cloud sea outside, and took another picture of the world cube and passed it on to Elder Bao.

Presbyterian Bao has broadcast images of Hanson's last transmission, attracting the attention of many races, including the Imperial Clan.

The pale yellow Yunxia Sea has also become the target of many powerful people. This time, the images sent back by Hansen have been broadcast, and many forces have roughly identified all of Hansen's Yunxia locations.

But because the spirits are out in the vicinity of that area, people don't dare go at all.

The Imperial Clan did not have that much concern. Although Baoqin was badly injured and fled back, the Imperial Clan soon sent a new Divine Strengthener into Tianxia.

Hanson sat on the island for a few hours and still didn't think about telling women about his genetic tales.

Suddenly, the distant cloud sea rolled over and a cloud dragon roared, pulling the Magic Car towards the island.

“Here comes the devil!” Hanson was shocked and rushed to get up and get ready to go.

Just because a woman doesn't kill him doesn't mean the devil won't kill him.

“You come in.” The woman didn't know when to stand by the window and looked at Hanson and said.

Hanson answered and walked to the yard.

“Feet.” The woman frowned.

Hanson quickly flew up, hung in the yard, then flew into the small building, nothing touched, and hung in the room.

“Don't talk or make any noise later.” The woman frowned and admonished Hanson.

Hanson nodded and did not answer.

“That's good.” Women are happy with Hanson's performance.

Like the two times Hanson had seen it before, the demon stood outside the fence and looked at the window. At first glance, it was half a day. The woman began to ignore him, but she became grumpy. Finally, she couldn't help pushing through the window and shouting at the demon.

When a woman gets tired of yelling, the devil turns around and leaves, as if he came here to be yelled at.

Hanson is curious about the relationship between the spirit and the woman, but depending on the woman's appearance, I don't think it's a good idea to ask this question.

“Do you want to know who he is?” The woman suddenly stared at Hanson and asked.

“No.” Hanson shook his head immediately, feeling a palpitation when he was staring at the woman, knowing that nothing was good.

“Do you want to know what the Holy Lord did?” The woman shook up and laughed, closing her eyes and looking at Hanson and asking.