Super God Gene

Yu Xian said that there is a horrible peerless genetic species on the holy mountain. Hansen has jealousy in his heart and is unwilling to bring trouble. He took Yang Fuzi quietly on the holy mountain.

Since seeing the Great Devil, Han Sen knows that there are so many strange things in this world. He may not be able to solve all of them. It can be low-key or not.

"Adult, is this the bright sacred mountain at the source of the legendary light of the holy river?" Yang Fuzi was shocked and looked at the mysterious mountain, and even his legs were shaking.

"It seems to be called this name." Han Sen did not care, with Yang Fuzi continue to go to the mountains.

Yang Fuzi is shocked and trembled: "Adults, I heard that there are terrible peerless genetic species on the bright mountain, and there are countless mysterious shrouds. Even if the top powers enter it, there will be death and no life..."

"No problem, I know that there is a secret way to safely reach the temple on the top of the mountain." Han Sen said while continuing.

The mysterious fog on the mountain shrouded, and nothing could be seen five meters away. It was only heard that the sound of the horrible beasts came from time to time, and the sound of the thunder echoed among them.

Yang Fuzi was very frightened, and he did not dare to leave half a step behind Hansen.

Although many scenes are scary, Han Sen climbed up according to the path described by Yu Xian, but did not encounter dangerous things.

Yang Fuzi was old and weak. After climbing for a long time, he panted and sweated. He couldn't continue to climb. Hansen had to hold his body with one hand and climbed up.

The mountain did not know how high it was. At the speed of Hansen, he still climbed for half a day before he saw the top of the mountain.

Different from the weather below, the top of the mountain is a gentle scene, as if it is above the sea of ​​clouds, everything is clear, no wind, no thunder and no dust, just like a pure land.

On the top of the mountain, there is an ancient temple, covered with bluestone bricks. It looks very simple and mysterious, but it looks a bit shabby. At first glance, there is no incense.

"Adult, there is really a temple here." When he saw the temple, Yang Fuzi had a lot of peace in his heart.

Hansen looked up at the top of the temple door, and saw that the words "Yu Xian Temple" were written on it. The font was floating and dusty, which seemed to be a fairy hand.

"Go in, ask for the blood of the gods, we have to go back soon." Han Sen said and went to the temple.

Yang Fuzi did not dare to neglect, and quickly went to the temple one step at a time: "Adults, the old man is going to ask for it, that is, he is afraid that this waste body is useless and disappoints the adult's heart."

As he said, Yang Fuzi entered the temple. Before he came to the case of the gods, he prayed in prayer according to the etiquette, and then dropped a drop of his blood into the furnace.

He knew his own situation and couldn't get the blood of the gods at all, so he just wanted to go back to the ceremony and avoid the mistake of Hansen.

The blood entered the furnace, but there was no reaction. Although it was expected to be so, it was a bit disappointing.

Han Sen stood at the door of the temple, and Yang Fuzi got up and looked at him with a smile: "Adult, it seems that the old man has lived up to your good intentions."

Hansen couldn't help but frown, and everyone else came here. The old kid of Yuxian didn't even give a face, which really made him feel uncomfortable.

"Nothing, you wait for a while." Hansen originally wanted Yang Fuzi to get the blood of the gods, and he didn't have to show his best, but now he had to go to the gods.

Snapped!

Hansen took a shot on the case of the gods and immediately took a handprint on the stone case. The whole temple was shocked and shaken sharply.

This can scare Yang Fuzi, and he waved his hand and said: "Adults can't...can't..."

The people of the Great Universe, the education received from childhood, is the supremacy of the gods. The gods created the universe of heaven and earth, giving humanity the right to exist and possessing supreme authority.

The temple is a symbol of theocracy, and it must not be embarrassed, otherwise it will be reduced by the gods.

These concepts are of course the cause of the blood of the gods, the most important thing is the result of the propaganda and education of the rulers, so it is no wonder that Yang Fuzi, after all, the environment in which he lives is like this.

Like Han Sen, who dared to shoot in front of God, in Yang Fuzi's view, it is simply a big rebellion. Even the emperor of today's Daqin Empire does not dare to do such a thing.

"What is the feather fairy?" Han Sen did not care about Yang Fuzi, just coldly asked.

This sentence is even more scared, Yang Fuzi straightened his neck, and the fact that he was filming before the gods was not counted. He dared to call the name of the gods so much that he was simply dying.

In the next second, Yang Fuzi's face brushed white, and saw that the fairy **** statue had a horrible holy glory, and turned into a fairy god, floating on the **** case.

"It's over... It's over... The gods are really in the world... This is a big ominous... The adults are going..." Yang Fuzi’s squatting forward Hansen is about to run.

However, he was old, and there was no genetic blessing. The action was too slow. Yang Fuzi just pulled Hansen's arm, and the **** of the old gods had already floated down and came to Hansen.

Yang Fuzi looked like a dirt, and said: "It’s really awkward, this is over."

But who knows that the **** is a squat, and respectfully Hansen salutes: "The little **** does not know that the adults are coming, but they can't go out and meet, and they still want adults to forgive."

Yang Fuzi's entire portrait is petrified. He looked at Yu Xian and Han Sen with a big blind eye. It seems that he is not thinking about it.

Hansen pointed to Yang Fuzi and said: "This person is my servant. I specially brought him here to seek the blood of the gods. What kind of blood can you give him?"

Yu Xian looked at Yang Fuzi and looked at Han Sen. He carefully asked: "What kind of blood is it suitable for adults?"

Yu Xian’s heart is depressed, although the blood of the **** is controlled by him, but the blood is given to consume his original power. If the blood is given to a person with poor qualifications, the person’s achievements will be very limited and will not benefit him.

In front of this Yang Fuzi is the kind of person with very poor genetic qualifications. If he follows the normal procedure, he will never give such a person's spiritual blood.

However, Hansen has already spoken, but Yu Xian is not good to refuse. Even if the qualifications of the people in front are too bad, this god's blood must also be given.

"You look at it." Hansen looked at Yu Xian like a smile.

Yu Xian suddenly bit his teeth, and his heart said: "This time, it is a loss, and it is not good to rely on it. Instead, the gold coin is dissatisfied with my heart. It is better to sell him directly."

When I think of it, Yu Xian will face the furnace, and I will see that the holy glory of the furnace is like a volcanic eruption. A white feather rises and shrouds the entire temple. It seems like a sky. Goose feathers and heavy snow.

For a time, thousands of feathers flew toward the body of Yang Fuzi, and the pieces were integrated into his body, making Yang Fuzi feel the whole person feels like a dream.

"Perfect **** blood!" Yang Fuzi really doubts that he is dreaming, no, it should be said that he did not even dream about it, he can not only get the blood of the gods, but also the complete blood of the gods, this is how many people dream The perfect **** blood that does not come!