Super God Gene

Linglong took Hansen and tried several consecutive teleports, but she was never able to get rid of the chasing of the storm of the gods. No matter where they teleported, there would be a storm of the gods, just like the storm of the gods in the dark. Like them.

"Leave me, let's go." Han Sen saw that there was a sweat on his face, and his body was a little scattered. He knew that she used the starry sky to move too many times and was about to reach the limit of the body. It is.

Linglong turned a deaf ear to what Hansen said, and thought a little bit: "There is a way. We moved to Baolian. It is impossible for Baolian to let herself fall into the storm of the gods, so as long as we follow him, he will definitely solve it. The power in you."

"It’s useless, we can’t go to him now.” Hansen shook his head and smiled.

After Linglong's teleportation again, the direct eyes of the eyes had a strange brilliance, and the light and shadow in the interior changed, but the figure of Baolian was never printed.

"Don't look for it, he must have left the domain, and will not give us the opportunity to pull him into the water." Hansen had long guessed that this would be the result, so I said it before.

"There must be a way." The exquisite look has also changed, because she really has no other way, the place of the gods is not something she can control.

"Really, let's go, the storm of the gods is coming to me. It is my own life and death with Baolian. I should have been jealous of myself." Hansen said.

Linglong shook his head and said: "You are my silkworm, I will not let you die."

"Silkworms are not a tool for your Taishang people? If you die, you will change one more." Hansen looked at Linglong.

Linglong’s body trembled a bit. Indeed, as Hansen said, silkworms are the tools of the Taishang people. In fact, they are not just Hansen. In the eyes of the Taishang people who practiced too much, even they themselves are only the universe. A tool, not to mention other creatures.

The thoughts and ideas of the Taishang people, at this time Linglong has been powerless, should leave rationally, to re-select a silkworm.

But I don't know why, Linglong just doesn't want to do that, knowing that it is useless, or taking Hansen once and for all.

She didn't go to Li Keer because she knew it would be useless to go. It would only make Li Keer also forced to teleport, and that would only be worse.

"With such a powerful silkworm, I can't find a second one anymore, so for my own evolutionary path, I must save him." Linglong said to himself, repeatedly moving the stars and thinking while thinking. The method of saving Hansen.

However, no matter how I think, there is no possibility of escape. She really can't do anything. The Taishang people will be supernatural. Then, after she is promoted to deification, the present exquisiteness is still too weak.

Looking at Linglong's air machine is getting more and more scattered, his eyes are full of bloodshot eyes, his face rising red, Han Sen knows that she is almost reaching the limit, it is likely to have overdraft.

Han Sen was a little moved on the one hand, and at the same time he was anxious, eager to let Linglong leave. As for the reason, he did not dare to think about it.

However, the exquisite but refused to leave, the air machine on the body has been chaotic, but still with Han Sen moving together.

"Oh!" After the starry sky was moved again, Linglong actually controlled a spout of blood, which was obviously the aftereffect of forcible overdraft.

"I really appreciate you, really, let's go, I have a way to live." Han Sen said that Linglong had some trembling body.

Linglong wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and looked at the black clouds and thundering that appeared again in the air that day. The look was lightly said: "If I don't even live with my own silkworms, how can we do it in the future? territory."

Han Sen listened to Linglong’s words, and his heart was even more anxious. They all reached this point, and Linglong still refused to go.

Seeing that the storm of the gods has formed, Linglong grasped Hansen, forced the sacred movement again, and moved again.

But this time, Hansen found that they did not move out of the scope of the storm of the gods, apparently because the exquisite power of the overdraft was too serious, and the distance of the starry sky was not enough.

Linglong saw that she could not move out of the scope of the storm of the gods, and her face changed. She also wanted to move the power again and move the stars, but the breath was moving, and the blood was suddenly spewed out.

Because the physical overdraft is too serious, she can no longer support the big move of the starry sky.

Seeing the exquisite charm of the body is crumbling, Han Sen's heart is somewhat distressed and somewhat depressed, as long as Ling Ling is willing to leave, he could easily get the current situation, but because of the exquisite persistence, he is also in trouble.

Even so, but the exquisite persistence made Han Sen very moved. After all, Linglong was trying to save him and refused to leave.

"How many people in the world can sacrifice themselves for others? The Taishang people are really a clear race that is hard to say. How can outsiders say that they are ruthless?" Hansen said in his heart.

Sensing Hansen's thoughts, Linglong's face flashed a complex look, watching the storm of the gods in the sky have arrived, but unable to move away.

"Han Sen, today we are afraid that we have no life to leave." Linglong suddenly said to Hansen.

"We will not die," Hansen said. At the same time, he stopped Xiao Yu and his seven senses, so Linglong could not sense his thoughts and feelings.

Linglong did not pay attention to Hansen’s words, but continued to say: “I used to think that the teacher’s thoughts were very disappointing. I felt that I could cultivate the “Tai Shang Zhi Pian” as a supreme glory of the Taishang people. She did not take this as her sister. Rong, always trying to refuse to practice the "Tai Shang Induction", even passive practice, I really do not understand why."

Before Hansen said anything, Linglong went on to say: "Now I seem to understand something, love is ruthless, too forgotten, and such a realm is of great freedom, but we are only a creature in the universe, not a cosmic machine. Sometimes, a little bit of selfishness, that feeling is fascinating."

"You can't practice," Hansen said.

Linglong shook his head and said: "There is no choice. The fate of the Taishang people is already doomed at birth. But I have no choice. I have no choice. I used to think that Li Yuzhen was very sad and even qualified to practice the article. None of them, but now I admire them a bit. If I can choose, I would rather be like them. I have no qualifications to practice too much, and I am an ordinary Taishang."

"But now it's useless to say anything." Looking at the storm of the gods that had shrouded, Lingu said faintly, at this time the heart was very calm, even feeling a little relieved, and did not face the fear of death.