Super God Gene Chapter 1411: Resurrection of the Holy Coffin

Everyone suddenly panicked, and they all gathered their strength, trying to break free from the bronze coffin, or to smash the coffin into pieces.

It's fine that they didn't use their power. With this force, they suddenly felt that the power in their bodies rushed to the bronze ancient coffin uncontrollably, as if they were sucked in by a water suction machine.

Wang Zhao and the others were terrified beyond measure. Seeing their power flow into the bronze coffin, they couldn't stop it, and they couldn't leave the bronze coffin with their hands.

Zhong Sanxiao summoned a sword-shaped gene core and slashed it on top of the bronze coffin lid, but the gene core touched the coffin lid without making any sound, as if it was sucked on it. Yes, the power in the gene core was also sucked into the ancient bronze coffin.

The same is true for other people. The summoned gene core is completely useless. As long as it touches the ancient bronze coffin, it is immediately sucked into it.

Everyone was horrified. Seeing their power pouring into the ancient bronze coffin, the strange symbols on the bronze ancient coffin lighted up little by little, and they were all shocked.

"Why haven't you been sucked out of your power?" Xu Yanmeng suddenly looked at Han Sen and said, everyone's power was taken away, but nothing changed in Han Sen. Xu Yanmeng always suspected that there was something wrong with Han Sen. Shi's first reaction was to glance at Han Sen, only to find that Han Sen was fine.

Xu Yanmeng said this, everyone's eyes turned to Han Sen, and they saw nothing at all about him.

"Damn, he really has a problem." Zhong San laughed and scolded, and summoned a gene core and chopped at Han Sen.

Han Sen released his hand and stepped back, avoiding the knife-shaped genetic nuclear attack, and said helplessly: "Although I am not trapped by the bronze coffin, I did not harm you, and it has nothing to do with this bronze coffin. ."

Unfortunately at this time, Wang Zhao and the others didn't believe Han Sen at all, and they all summoned the Gene Nucleus to kill Han Sen.

Han Sen can only retreat. Their natal gene cores are all gem-level, and the gene cores they have are at least gold-level. When several gene cores are killed together, Han Sen does not dare to touch it.

"I knew this kid wasn't a good thing, I should have killed him long ago." Xu Yanmeng said through gritted teeth.

"Your body..." Lao Qiu suddenly called out.

Everyone glanced at each other and immediately realized that their bodies had begun to age, and the ageing was very severe.

Xu Yanmeng, who was originally a young man, now has gray hair and wrinkles on his face, like an old man in his sixties or seventies.

Everyone's situation was the same. They were all horrified, but Wang Zhao suddenly called out, "Mr. Li, why are you not getting old?"

Not only Wang Zhao, everyone saw it, Mr. Li was still as elegant and not as old as they were.

Under the horrified eyes of everyone, Mr. Li smiled slightly, let go of his hand, took two steps back, and then said lightly, "I am not trapped by the holy coffin, so naturally I will not age."

"Mr. Li, do you know what this is?" The expressions of Wang Zhao and the others changed, their faces filled with disbelief. No one could believe that Mr. Li would say such a thing.

"This is the sacred coffin of the Blood Destiny Religion. The nine-life blood cat just now is the coffin-suppressing beast. If the coffin-suppressing beast is there, the holy coffin will always sleep. But we opened the holy coffin and ordered the coffin-suppressing beast to leave Go, the holy coffin can regain its strength, and at this time, it needs vitality to completely revive it." Mr. Li said calmly.

"Mr. Li, how do you know this? You have a way to save us, right?" Lao Qiu looked at Mr. Li in horror and called out, like a prayer.

He was already very old, and now his face was wrinkled like bark, his back was hunched, and he looked like a dying old man on the verge of death.

Wang Zhao and the others also looked at Mr. Li. Although they already knew that something was wrong with Mr. Li, they still held on to the hope.

"I do know how to save you, but this is what I came here for, how can I stop the recovery of the holy coffin?" Mr. Li said lightly.

"You...you brought us here on purpose...you already planned to kill us..." Wang Zhong shouted.

"Don't say it so badly, I saved your life, isn't it normal to give it back to me now? You yourself have said that in the future, you will be rewarded with death, and now it is you It's time to repay, have you never taken your own words seriously?" Mr. Li said indifferently.

Wang Zhao and the others were already stunned. In addition, the life force was sucked by the holy coffin, and the body was getting weaker and weaker. They were even breathing heavily, and at this time, they couldn't utter a word.

Han Sen was stunned from the side. He didn't expect such a respected Mr. Li to have such a side. Even Han Sen couldn't believe it.

Xu Yanmeng and the others trusted Mr. Li so much, but they never imagined that it was Mr. Li who personally brought them to their deaths.

Mr. Li ignored them~IndoMTL.com~ turned to look at Han Sen: "Little Han, which disciple are you from?"

Han Sen knew that Mr. Li also regarded him as a follower of the Blood Fate Religion, but Han Sen didn't know how to answer for a while.

As far as Han Sen knows, the Blood Fate Religion has at least two forces, one is Nan Litian, which seems to be loyal to the Blood Fate leader, while the other is considered a traitor, Han Sen knows There are Tianzhu saints and Han Jingzhi.

Han Sen didn't know that Mr. Li belonged to that faction, so he didn't know how to answer for a while.

However, Mr. Li didn't seem to look at it in detail. Seeing that Han Sen didn't answer immediately, he went on to say: "The recovery of the holy coffin still needs some holy blood. Although the holy blood on your body is very light, it is also useful. I will sacrifice holy blood to revive the coffin."

Mr. Li said, and walked to the holy coffin. His right index finger was drawn out in the palm of his left hand, and blue blood rushed out of the wound.

That blue is so coquettish, Nan Litian's blood has no way to compare it, it's almost as gorgeous as the blue blood of Tianzhu saints.

"Mr. Li, I don't know which saint you are?" Han Sen looked at Mr. Li and asked.

Mr. Li frowned slightly when he heard Han Sen's words: "Which line are you descended from, didn't your parents even tell you about the leader?"

"You are the leader of the Blood Fate Sect?" Han Sen stared at Mr. Li with wide eyes.

In the past, Han Sen tried his best to know who the leader of the Blood Fate Religion was, but now there are two of them, and they are completely different.

A shadow who claims to be the leader is an alien spirit no matter how you look at it. Now Mr. Li says he is the leader, and he is clearly a pure human being.

"What's going on here? Why are there so many sect masters all of a sudden?" Han Sen's thoughts turned sharply, but he couldn't come up with a clue.