Super God Gene

“Your Majesty, I call upon the ministers to come in and escort...” a priest said, backing away from the wounded emperor Jingzhen and the priest.

“Shut up, nobody leaves the temple, or you will die if anything happens to you today.” Jingzhen's shady face bit his teeth and said.

Jingzhen Emperor cannot imagine how much impact it would have on the Qin State if the Great Qin Ancestral Temple had changed dramatically and the news of his serious injuries had come out. The losses suffered by the Qin State at that time were incalculable.

Jingzhendi could never allow that to happen, and he was convinced that the elderly in the painting could solve the problems now.

“Father.” Qin Bai walked in front of Jingzhen Emperor with a cry. He had never seen Jingzhen Emperor look like this. The beard spread out, and the corner of his mouth was still bloody, and his face was pale and green.

“White, don't be afraid. It's okay.” Jingzhendi patted Qin Bai's head, letting a family member take Qin Bai step by step to leave the ancestral temple.

Although the prince's departure from the ancestral temple was suspicious, Jingzhen Emperor was reluctant to risk Qin Bai's life. This was his only son, and he could not lose a spot.

John smiled and then looked at Hansen behind Qin Bai and said: “Are you Hansen? The widow has long wanted to see you. I didn't expect to see you at this time. Taifu is right, you are an unusual person. ”

“I also ask Your Majesty to forgive me for not inviting you to come.” Hanson said casually that his mind was not at all on Jingzhen Emperor, and he was constantly looking at the elderly in the painting and on the other side.

“Sire, who is the old man in the painting?” Hanson saw that the old man in the painting was a god, not a human being, but a god.

“Don't invite me. Fine. If you don't come, White's in danger.” Jingzhen Ditten added: “The honored one is not a human being, but an immortal god, who could have existed before Vancouver more than twelve destructive gods. ”

“than the existence of twelve destructive gods on the shoulder?” Han Sen slightly flashed, such a god is not in the temple, how can it be in a painting of Qin's ancestral height?

Emperor Jingzhen also hid it, saying: “The widow doesn't know much about the origin of this venerable man. He only knows that one of his ancestral emperors invited him to guard the great power of the ancestral temple. Legend has it that he was an ancient god, and he was incredibly powerful long before the Twelve Orthodox God, but I looked through all the information and didn't find any information about this venerable man. ”

Hearing the words of the Emperor, Hansen's heart moves. The divine glow on the old man in the painting is indeed incredibly powerful. Even the goddess of the moment who Hansen fought with before did not have such a horrible divine glow.

But with the exception of the twelve destructive gods, only the one in the genetic temple has such a glow, and the old man in the painting is not among them.

If there must be such a powerful god, it comes only before the Great Universe reboots.

Hansen has heard from the Lord of the Temple that because the Great Universe is restarted, the powers of the gods are greatly weakened. The goddess of the moment that Hansen had previously slaughtered is not the goddess of the moment during the peak period, because the Great Universe is restarted, and the goddess of the moment has not restored the goddess of the original destructive class.

Existence like the old man in the painting is most likely a powerful god before the Great Universe reboots, not knowing why, not affected by the Great Universe reboots, to possess such a terrible divine glow.

But even though the old man is more devastating than the top of his shoulder, Hanson doesn't recognize his ability to rival him in this state.

His eyes were still the same. It seemed that he had not heard what the old man in the painting had said. He walked in one step, as if he had not seen the old man in the painting at all.

“World latitude and longitude, everything is painted.” The old man in the painting seemed to have been provoked by the contempt of the child, and a wooden battle broke out in his hands, and a magical force spread towards the child.

Hanson has seen the power of evil emperors to transform what they draw into entities, but he has not seen the power to transform entities into paintings.

In the painting, the divine glory of the elderly arrived, and what really existed in the temple turned into a two-dimensional painting.

It was as if the scene had become a quadratic animation, and everything had become so untrue.

But a golden flame of light was not affected by that power, and still walked step by step, and that power seemed to have no effect on her.

The face of the old man in the painting changed slightly. He was a painting god. Before the Great Universe was restarted, he was a destructive god. At that time, there were more than 12 destructive gods.

But then he chose to fall into the chaos, and in the final battle, in order to escape the Great Universe reboot, he hid in a scroll with no divine power, so he escaped, and was not erased by the power of the Great Universe reboot.

However, he did not want to be trapped in the painting volume, but was later accidentally obtained the painting by an emperor of the Qin kingdom, and the painting was inadvertently opened so that the painting god could escape.

In return for the Qin Emperor and in order to be able to find a place to live, the painting god who had long lost his temple promised to guard the Qin Empire Ancestral Temple and accept the offerings of the Qin royal family.

The painting god has also heard the legends of Qin Xiu and Qin Dongye, but at that time he was still trapped in the divine painting, he had not seen Qin Xiu and Qin Dongye with his own eyes. I don't think such legends are true.

Humans rely on the power of the spiritual bloodline and genetic species, and where can they be stronger? But today, the face before him obliges him to be cautious.

The power of the god to look at his painting did not affect him, and the god's glow flowed all over his body, suddenly gathering over the wooden wand in his hand.

The wine pot hanging from the top of the wooden wand took off automatically, pouring out liquid like ink from it. The painting god used the top of the wooden wand to dip the ink, like a giant pen, to draw the ink towards the target and paint the past.

As if the world had become a painting in a moment, the cane of the painting god had arrived, the space contaminated by ink immediately became a chaotic darkness, as if it were painted black paper, whatever was painted on the original painting paper, but once painted black by ink, it did not exist.

Anything painted by the ink on the cane will immediately be submerged in the dark chaos, the cane waving in the hands of the elderly, the instant one paints all one end of the temple in black, half the temple in the dark chaos, and the soul is there.

The state of the temple now looks strange, with half the original temple and the other half turning into the dark chaos of the two-dimensional world.