Super God Gene

“Although the Jing clan is powerful, it hasn't reached the point where it can break the circle. How can it be related to the gods?” Hansen was confused, and it was difficult to solve this doubt for a while.

But it was clear to Hanson that, since Lockheed said the communication number on this card was valid until 12: 00 p.m., that is, after 12: 00 p.m., Shinto would attack him.

Hanson did not dare to be careless about the chaos. He almost replaced the existence of the gods, fearing that they would not be weaker than Qin Shu.

And Hanson was suppressed by the rules of the world, and even if he didn't care about God's warnings and forcibly broke the rules of the world, he wouldn't last much time.

Hanson studied the technique of convergence while waiting for the arrival of midnight.

In an ancient mansion, Lockheed also sat quietly in the living room, watching the landing clock in the living room, waiting for the moment to arrive.

“Minister, just kill Hanson. Why give him a chance?” Next to Lockheed, stands a maid-like creature.

The reason not to say she's human is because there's a pair of black dragon horns over her head.

Lockheed smiled and said, "The reason we failed once in the chaos was to underestimate the power of ordinary humans, and this time naturally we should try to keep the strongest of humans under our control as much as possible, without giving those gods the chance to speculate. ”

“So, Minister, wise.” The maid looked at Lockheed admirably and said.

Lockheed sighed, “Hansen is capable of killing the beheaded queen and destroying the beheaded temple. Such strength is comparable to the twelve righteous gods, but unfortunately, I'm afraid he is difficult to use for our chaos. ”

“The Minister said he wouldn't call? Then why wait?” The maid was surprised.

“Such a talent must always give him a chance.” Lockheed looked deeply at the clock and said.

Time passes minute by second, and when all the pointers point to twelve o'clock, the clock sounds when the alarm rings.

When the twelve bells went off, Lockheed stood up on the couch and sighed: “The chaos will be long without fresh blood and ideas. I was looking forward to a wonderful start with Hanson. Perhaps our production will produce some sparks, unfortunately...”

The maid glanced at Lockheed with anticipation and shook her eyes: "Is the Minister going to use that? ”

Lockheed did not answer, but slowly lifted his right hand and stared seriously at his palm.

His fingers were long and strong, looking very pretty, with no scars on them, no aging and wrinkles, a palm that could only be applied to the model profession.

But at this time, on the palm of this hand, the black flame gradually rose, as if it were magic from hell.

In fact, it wasn't just that hand, Lockheed burned a strange black flame, his face completely changed, his eyes were full of fanaticism, and his other hand grabbed empty, and he actually had an extra piece of white paper.

“The art of light and shadow, the passion of life and imagination collides to give the most beautiful soul of the heartless... the shadow of death...” Lockheed murmured, the black flame of light on his right hand rapidly gathered, as if Hanson's shadow were beating in that black flame of light.

Far from Hanson in Ningjia Castle Garden, I felt something in my heart, I had to look at my right hand, it seemed to feel something, but that feeling just flashed away.

“Did you say… today when shaking hands with Lockheed…" Hanson thought of something and had to frown slightly.

Lockheed in the living room, a grip on his right hand, the black flames congealed into a scissors and he held them in his palm.

The next second, Lockheed's eyes lit up, the scissors in his hand moved at the same time as the blank paper, and he moved with incredible speed and elegance, and he danced with all his breath, almost seeing the countless remnants of his hands, as if he were a demon with many arms.

Almost instantly, the original square of white paper was cut into a human shaped shadow, and the white paper turned black.

If you look closely, you can see that Hanson's face is incredible. Even if it's just a black shadow, there are no five officials and no facial expressions. Anyone familiar with Hanson can recognize this at a glance.

“Death clippings, no matter how many times you look at them, are just too powerful.” The maid looked up to Lockheed.

But Lockheed didn't seem to have heard the praise of the maid at all, and he remained focused, his eyes staring at the clip with enthusiasm, as if to admire his most outstanding work.

“What a shame, such an interesting soul, is about to disappear.” The scissors of Lockheed's right hand were suddenly turned into a beating black flame, burning like a fire of purgatory over his palm.

Lockheed looked at the paper cut again and then moved it over the black flame. The paper cut hit the black flame for a moment, and it was lit and the legs burned first.

At the same time, Hanson in the garden, whose body was not on fire, burst into a black flame from the soles of his feet, wrapped around his feet and was spreading rapidly up his legs.

The black flame was so weird, it looked like a bear burned, but even Hanson's clothes didn't burn, and his legs and feet didn't really light.

But Hanson felt a kind of burning and pain from the depths of his soul, as if his feet had been burned to ashes, and those who made him so determined could hardly help but scream and his body was trembling.

Hanson's face changed dramatically and immediately ran the Xuan Huang Scripture, trying to extinguish that strange black flame, but the power of the Xuan Huang Scripture was completely useless to that black flame.

Just blinking kung fu, the black flame has burned to the position of the thigh, below the thigh seems to have completely lost consciousness, although the leg is still there, there is no feeling and reaction.

Without hesitation, Hanson summoned the crown to be worn over his head, transformed it into a destructive god of wealth, and returned directly to the temple, using the power of the temple and the crown of gods to confront that black flame.

All this finally worked, and under the power of the gods, the black flames were suppressed, unable to continue spreading, just not extinguishing, and still burning.

So did the paper man in Lockheed's hand, where the black flame stopped in the thigh and did not continue to burn up.

“Very well, let me see how far you can get to the paper god Lockheed.” Lockheed's eyes burned as if a black flame had erupted from his eyes like a volcanic eruption.