Super God Gene

“The fate was broken, the blood surge, the prophecy of the grand emperor was fulfilled...” The colour of the excitement of the high priest's face let the blood rain on his body and prayed to Jingzhen Emperor: “Your Majesty, the prophecy of the grand emperor appeared, this is a sign of the great rejoicing of my country, and I ask His Majesty to carry out the blood sacrifice ceremony according to the legacy. ”

Jingzhen Emperor's divine complexity, staring at the heavenly life well sprinkled with blood fountain water silence.

The emperor thinks much more than the average person. Although this is a prophetic scene in the legacy of the Emperor, Jingzhen is not sure, whether the prophecy will be true as stated in the record, or set up a long time ago.

Being an emperor, even though he was a father and son, he had to defend himself, not to mention a grandfather he had never met.

But if everything in the prophecy is true, then there is a great attraction for Jingzhen Emperor.

Thinking about the scene of the ancient Emperor in that prophecy, Jingzhen also had to feel that his body seemed hot and bloody.

“Universe, become a thousand ancient emperors, can I really do this?” Jingzhendi clenched his fist and stared dead at the heavenly well that was still flowing with blood springs, with an unusual tide on his cheek.

Jingzhen has always lived with Ming-jun in his own right. If he could truly unify the universe as the prophecy says, it would be the greatest pursuit of his life.

But as an emperor, Jingzhen knew very well that he should not do things he was not sure about.

In his hesitation, he suddenly heard the high priest and others drained by blood springs shouting surprises, only to see the divine light bloom on them and the flesh shine, seemingly gaining immense power.

“Your Majesty… the Springs of Heaven are strengthening my flesh… I feel that even now, without the power of the genetic species and spiritual veins… we can defeat many of the mightless…" the High Priest exclaimed with surprise.

Jingzhendi and Qin Bai had long ago retreated behind, and the cohesion of the servants was quantified as a light screen, blocking the blood water for them.

Hearing the high priest say this, Jingzhen Emperor's heart was also a little shaken, staring at the high priest and the people's priests' flesh became stronger and stronger, he had to mutter to himself: “Is it true that everything in the prophecy is true? Can what is in the heavenly well really make man flesh holy? ”

“Your Majesty, please open the Blood Festival. This is a unique opportunity for hundreds of millions of years.” The High Priest is hereby ordained again.

If, according to the prophecy, the bloodbath is only a herald, the real treasure in the heavenly well requires blood sacrifice to appear.

Jingzhen's face is uncertain, even as an emperor, there are times when it is difficult to choose.

If he thought that he should not take such a risk in the way of the King, but missed this opportunity, he would most likely pass away with the imperial Tuba occupation of the unified universe. Jingzhen did not want to miss such an opportunity, and there was some difficulty at one time.

Looking at the fewer and fewer blood fountains pouring out in the well, it seems to be about to converge completely. The High Priest again requested: “Your Majesty... the opportunity is not lost...”

Jingzhendi still had no choice. He bit his teeth slightly and prayed to the wall behind the ceiling: “Jingzhen, please tell me how to do it. ”

Hanson slipped a little. He didn't see anybody there.

Looking at the wall, Hanson's attention had been above the ceiling, to the wall of the palace, and at this point, looking past, it was instantly discovered that above the back wall, was a huge mural.

The picture shows a plum blossom that blossoms, and a piece of petal floating under the plum tree, where several white deer are eating petals with their heads down.

On the other hand, the plum tree protruded the roots of the ground, sitting an elderly man in a white robe with white beard hair and a white robe, with a black root cane in his hand and a wine bottle tied to his head.

Jingzhen's worshipper is actually the old man in the painting.

“Old age is only responsible for guarding this place, asking no other questions, offerings and no sacrifices, you decide.” The old man in the painting actually spoke like a living man.

“In case of danger, sir, can you protect me and Bai?” Jingzhen asked.

“The hundreds of millions of years of old painting, the hundreds of millions of years of guarding here, witnessed the rise and fall of the Qin kingdom, and many times the foreigners hit here, but the temple was never damaged.” The old man in the painting sat beneath a plum tree, his voice was apathetic, but he had an unspeakable audacity.

“There's nothing to be afraid of with a gentleman saying that.” Jingzhen Emperor's eyes were bright and his face rose to an exciting red color.

In his lifetime, he unified the universe and became a thousand ancient emperors. This is the wish of Jingzhen's life.

But if the status quo is maintained, in his lifetime, there is no hope of a unified universe, and there is only a glimmer of hope if he lets go.

Of course, most importantly, with the protection of the elderly in the painting, Jingzhen Emperor has the bass to try.

The elderly man in the painting guarded the Qin Empire for generations not knowing how many times, and saved the Qin Empire in the peril of its extinction, can be said to be the greatest reliance of the Great Qin Empire.

If the elderly man in the painting had the heart of Qin, the Empire of Daqin would not have known how many times he had died. The emperors of the past generations had honored him as a god, and even heavier than the blood gods inherited by the Qin family. Since such a man said that he could protect him, even though there was some ferocity, it should not be great difficulty.

“High Priest, prepare for the Blood Festival.” Jingzhen's eyes are burning and commanding.

The high priest overjoyed, kneeling in the blood, and answered: "Your Highness... obey the decree..."

The priests were all preparing blood festivals, and Hanson stood beside Qin Bai, staring at the heavenly well and the earth's blood springs.

Though he could not see why these blood springs could change the nature of the high priest, there was a feeling of disquiet in his heart.

“Qin Xiu is a man who can do whatever it takes to achieve his purpose. If Qin Xiu counts his descendants, I would not be surprised at all.” Hansen sank herself in his heart.

Unfortunately, his current status is only that of Qin Bai's waiter. He has no say at all. Even if he used Hanson's identity to persuade Jingzhen Emperor not to make blood sacrifices, it is not expected that Jingzhen Emperor would ignore him, and he would probably throw him out.

First, this is a Qin family matter. Second, Hansen can't really say what the problem is. If he says that Qin's grandfather is not a good thing, he may harm them. Let Jing Zhen Emperor stop the blood festival. If he thinks about it, Jing Zhen Emperor will order him to be killed first.

The strength of the elderly man in the painting is unpredictable. Even Hansen can't see what his true strength is, and he doesn't know where it is sacred. The only person, Hansen, is not sure to defeat him when his body is suppressed by the rules of the Great Universe. Not to mention, Qin's master is as good as the cloud, and there is no shortage of horror in possession of the genetic species of the gods.

The high priest in this room is not an ordinary figure, but should also be a spiritual bloodline heir.

Hansen originally thought the blood festival was to use the blood of the Qin family blood, but soon Hansen found out that this was not the case. The high priest ordered someone to bring a girl. The girl was only 13 or 4 years old, and from the look of her fear, she knew that it was not the Qin royal family.