Super God Gene Chapter 3091: Give bloodline

Yuxian said that there is a terrifying peerless gene species on the Holy Mountain of Light. Han Sen was afraid and did not want to cause trouble, so he took Master Yang up to the Holy Mountain quietly.

Ever since he met the Great Demon, Han Sen knew that there are many strange things in this world, and he may not be able to solve them all.

"Sir, could this be the Sacred Mountain of Light, the source of the Sacred River of Light in the legend?" Master Yang was shocked, looking at the dazzling and mysterious mountain, even his legs trembled.

"It seems to be called this name." Han Sen didn't care, and continued to walk up the mountain with Master Yang.

Master Yang was terrified: "My lord, I heard that there are terrifying peerless genetic species on the holy mountain of light, and there are countless mysteries shrouded in it, even if the top powerhouse enters it, there will be death and no life..."

"It's okay, I know there is a secret path that can safely reach the temple on the top of the mountain." Han Sen continued to walk.

A mysterious fog shrouded the mountain, and nothing could be seen from five meters away, except for the sound of terrifying beast roars faintly heard from time to time, and the sound of thunder echoed in it.

Master Yang was so frightened that he followed behind Han Sen and did not dare to leave half a step.

Although many scenes are scary, Han Sen climbed up according to the path that Yu Xian said, but he did not encounter anything dangerous.

Master Yang was old and frail. After climbing for a long time, he was out of breath and sweating all over his body. He was unable to continue climbing. Han Sen had to support his body with one hand and quickly climb the mountain.

I don't know how high this mountain is. At Han Sen's speed, he still climbed for half a day before he saw the top of the mountain.

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

On the top of the mountain, there is an ancient temple. It is built of bluestone and bricks. It looks very simple and mysterious, but it looks a little worn out.

"Sir, there really is a temple here." Seeing the temple, Master Yang felt a lot more at ease.

Han Sen looked up at the top of the temple gate, and sure enough, he saw the words "Yuxian Temple" written on it.

"Go in, after we get the blood of the gods, we have to go back quickly." Han Sen said and walked to the temple.

Master Yang didn't dare to neglect, and hurriedly walked towards the temple: "Sir, the old man is going to ask for it, because I am afraid that this waste body is useless and will disappoint your heart."

Having said that, Master Yang entered the temple. Before he came to the divine case, he quickly knelt down and prayed according to the etiquette, and then dropped a drop of his own blood into the divine furnace.

He knows his own situation, and it is impossible to obtain the blood of the gods, so he just wants to go back after the ceremony as soon as possible, so as not to delay Hansen's major events.

The blood was poured into the furnace, but there was no reaction at all. Although I had expected this to happen, I was still a little disappointed.

Han Sen was standing at the entrance of the temple. Master Yang got up and looked at him with a wry smile: "My lord, it seems that the old man has let down your good intentions."

Han Sen couldn't help frowning slightly. Everyone else was here, but Yu Xian's old boy didn't give any face at all, which really made him a little unhappy.

"It's alright, just wait a moment." Han Sen originally wanted Master Yang to have the blood of the gods.

Pop!

Han Sen slapped the divine case with his palm, and immediately took a handprint on the stone's divine case. The entire temple was shocked and shook violently.

This time, Master Yang was frightened, and he waved his hands and said, "Sir, you can't...you can't..."

The people of the imperial universe have been educated since childhood that the gods are supreme. The gods created the universe, gave human beings the right to survive, and possessed supreme authority.

And the temple is a symbol of theocracy, and it must not be desecrated, otherwise it will definitely be brought to disaster by the gods.

These concepts are of course the result of the gods bestowing blood, and the most important thing is the result of the ruler's propaganda and education, so it's no wonder Master Yang, after all, the environment in which he lives is like this.

A person like Han Sen who dares to take the case before God, in the eyes of Master Yang, is simply outrageous. Even the emperor of the Qin Empire today would not dare to do such a thing.

"Where is Yu Xian?" Han Sen ignored Master Yang and just asked coldly.

This sentence made Master Yang shrink his neck even more. It's not enough to slap the table before the gods. To dare to call the gods' names like this is simply killing him.

In the next second, Master Yang's face turned white, and the statue of Feather Immortal turned into a terrifying holy brilliance, turning into an old immortal with immortal style, floating above the divine case. .

"It's over... it's over... the gods appear in the world... this is going to be a big ominous... lord, hurry up..." Master Yang shivered and pulled Han Sen to run.

But he was old, and he didn't have the blessing of the gene species. His movements were too slow. As soon as Master Yang grabbed Han Sen's arm, the old god-like deity floated down and came to Han Sen.

Master Yang's face was ashen, and he secretly said: "It's really a sin, this is over."

But who knew that the deity bowed and bowed respectfully to Han Sen: "The little **** didn't know that the adults were coming, so he couldn't go out to greet him, and I hope the adults forgive me."

Master Yang's entire figure was petrified. He stared at Yu Xian and Han Sen with his eyes wide open, his mind blank, as if he couldn't think anymore.

Han Sen pointed at Master Yang and said, "This person is my servant~IndoMTL.com~ I brought him here to ask for the blood of the gods, what kind of blood can you give him?"

Yu Xian looked at Master Yang, then at Han Sen, and asked cautiously, "My lord, what kind of bloodline do you think would be more suitable?"

Yu Xian felt depressed in his heart. Although the blood of the gods was under his control, the gift of the blood would consume his original divine power. If the blood was given to a person with poor aptitude, that person's achievements would be very limited and would be of no benefit to him. .

The Master Yang in front of him belongs to the kind of person with extremely poor genetic aptitude. If he followed normal procedures, he would never give such a person the blood of the gods.

But Han Sen has already spoken, but Yu Xian is not easy to refuse, even if the person in front of him is too poor, the blood of the **** must be given.

"You can just look at it." Han Sen looked at Yu Xian with a half-smile.

Yu Xian suddenly gritted his teeth and secretly said in his heart: "Anyway, this time is a loss. Instead of being thankful for the hard work, instead of making Lord Gold Coin dissatisfied with me, it is better to sell him a favor directly."

Thinking of this, Yu Xian turned towards the divine furnace, and saw the holy brilliance in the divine furnace pouring out like a volcanic eruption. It seemed like a heavy snowfall fell from the sky.

At a time, thousands of feathers flew towards Master Yang's body, and they merged into his body one by one, making Master Yang feel like a fairy, as if he was dreaming.

"Perfect blood of the gods!" Master Yang really doubted that he was dreaming. No, it should be said that he never even dreamed. The perfect bloodline of the gods that you can't even dream of!