Super God Gene

Countless blades of light surround Hansen, as the karma knife, like the star river, plunges down.

The horrific knife is cut out of the temple, but it is blocked by that sacred flame, and no matter what the impact, it cannot be cut half an inch into the light.

“It is useless, the lamps of the people have returned to power, even though the gods have arrived useless, and no one, apart from the little masters who possess the sacred body, has been able to enter it, let alone undermine it in the least.” The old sculpture laughed proudly.

And the witch said, "Hanson, why are you so obsessed? The little master is destined to be the master of the world. As his father, why should you stand in the way of your son?" ”

Hanson's hands held the karma knife, the pressure of death, the constant interaction between the light and the light of the temple, the power of the temple's light to counteract seismic shock, has caused his hands to tremble, the tiger's mouth to crack, and boiling hot blood to tremble in the wound.

“Whether it's the road or not, it's up to Xiaohua to say it herself. The road you're talking about is just because you're afraid to walk because you're afraid of dying, but let Xiaohua bear a child. If you want to recast the glory of the Holy Land, then cast it with your own blood, if you want to slaughter the gods, then raise the knife in your own hands and use the life of others to fulfill your dreams that you dare not achieve, and say so. What are you?” Every word Hanson says is like a blade.

“What do we say to you to understand that only a small master in the world possesses the Holy Body, and that only he can use the Holy Spirit to arm and control the lamps of the people, all of which only he can do, and even if we want to do it, there is no possibility at all.” The old sculpture was angry.

The witch also said: "Hanson, some things are destined for heaven, as if you can't use the Holy Clan light no matter how strong you are, you will be rebelled by it, like the water is not burning, the fire is not solid is a reason, the world is destined to be the savior of this world, and there are responsibilities that he must bear, which he cannot escape. ”

Hanson looked firmly at the continuous pressure of the karma knife in his hand. Even though the force of the light had burned the surface of the karma knife, Hanson's whole body was about to burn together, there was no intention of quitting.

With anger burning in his eyes and rising momentum, Hanson would rather expose the Super Spirit now than destroy this shitty sanctuary.

“The universe, including me, will continue to function as will anyone who leaves it. No one is born a savior, no one is born to carry anything. Compared to death, the so-called destiny is merely the trust of the mind. Anyone who is willing to bear it can carry it. The Holy Lord's generation of Hodget, laying out the world, taking control of all life, even though the evil is terrible, it is also his own carrying his own destiny, even though he deserves to die, I also salute Hanson for his courage to carry his destiny to pursue himself. Unexpectedly, his men were full of impotence and gutlessness, as if they had disgraced the Holy Lord's name.” Hanson said coldly.

Witches, old sculptures, blind eyes and chiefs were all angry, but they were not rivals of Hansen, even though they felt humiliated, and did not dare to step out of the scope of the Temple Light Shelter to fight Hansen.

“You're just doing your job. If everyone can carry their destiny, are you going to take charge of the lanterns and control the temple? Not being able to say anything is bullshit, it's just a lowly, incompetent, jealous delusion of ants.” The old sculpture was cynical, and his heart was already very angry.

I wonder how Hanson can not be upset if he was described by Hanson as a bold bandit when the universe slaughtered all over the world.

“Whatever I can do, whether I can or can't, I deserve it.” Hanson's eyes were firm, not shaken at all by the words of the old sculpture.

What else did the old sculpture want to say, but suddenly he sees the blazing flame on Hanson, burning wildly on him.

“It's... impossible... it's impossible...” The old sculpture saw the flame, and his eyes were full of horrors, unbelievable.

Witches, chiefs, and blind eyes all stared at the flames on Hanson, and that expression was like seeing a ghost.

“Impossible, this is absolutely impossible, only the Holy Body can use the Holy Spirit armed, how is it possible...” As the flame of light on Hansen grows stronger, so does the witch's eyes.

Ho!

A roaring noise was utterly void, and the blazing light on Hansen turned into a light shadow of a chrysanthemum. He stepped across the sky and was the Holy Spirit of the chrysanthemum.

“Saint Kirin… Impossible… except for the little master who possesses the sacred body… Impossible for anyone to control the use of the Holy Spirit armed… Impossible…” The old statue is like a lost soul, looking at the Holy Kirin, which lays over Hansen like a holy beast.

Witches, chiefs and blind chickens are also stunned. One can only look up at the light of the Holy Kirin and can't speak at all.

Boom!

The Holy Spirit of Saint Kirin turned into a blazing flaming flood of light, pouring towards the karma knife in Hansen's hands, a holy glow, making the karma knife as if it had burned, and the flame on the knife grew stronger and stronger, as if it were a round of burning sun.

After the Holy Spirit of Saint Kirin had influxed completely into the karma knife, the knife's body had become transparent, in which the spiritual prints of Saint Kirin could be seen.

Hanson held the karma knife and felt the infinite power of the knife, but his heart was calm.

I don't know why, the Saint Kirin, which has been unusable, resonated with him at this moment and can finally be summoned.

Now Hanson finally understands why witches have such great expectations of the Holy Spirit's armament that the power that Saint Kirin can provide is so powerful that it is unimaginable that even the god arming the Heavenly Gun cannot match the power that Saint Kirin can provide, as if it were a gap between the stars and the moon.

With a knife cut off, the light outside the temple was instantly broken. Hansen rushed into the temple like no one else. Where the knife passed, the first door to the temple was cut open directly by Hansen.

“No… don't …” witches, old carvings, redheads, and blindless roars in despair and anger.

The power of the clan lamp is ineffective for the Holy Spirit's armament, it has completely failed to stop Hansen, they can't figure out why Hansen can actually use the Holy Spirit of Saint Kirin, which is absolutely impossible.

The temple gate was split in half and collapsed flashly towards both sides. Hansen held the karma knife held by the Holy Spirit. In a moment, the room rushed into the hall. The blade was over. A burning stone statue was cut off and the walls of the broken limbs were broken. Hansen also stood in front of the stone statues of Qin Shu and the four Holy Beasts, and the blade of karma knife in his hand swayed wildly.