At this time, Wang Zhao was white and gray, and his body was next to the holy shrine. His eyes were full of sorrow and despair, not to mention the use of genetic cores, and he did not even have the strength to stand up.

"Isn't the Holy Blood yet?" Mr. Li said faintly.

"What happens when the Holy Ghost recovers?" Hansen did not pass. Although he had a heart to pretend to be a **** believer, he let him give blood. The ghost knew what would happen, maybe it would have killed him.

Mr. Li did not answer Han Sen this time. His eyes fell on Hansen. His figure was suddenly moving. He appeared in front of Hansen as a teleport. He grabbed Hansen’s neck with one hand and went straight to Hansen. coffin.

Hansen didn't even have a chance to dodge. Although his mind realized it, his body did not respond with consciousness.

When Mr. Li grabbed his neck, Hansen only felt like he was locked by the iron gate. The whole body seemed to be soaked by a current, and the body could not move at all. He could only let Mr. Li catch the stone.

Mr. Li took Hansen to the sacred priest and put him on the shackle. He stretched his finger and pointed it to Hansen’s neck. He wanted Hansen to bleed directly on it.

Hansen’s eyes flashed with blazing white light. The holy light spread quickly from the pupils. The black short hair turned into a blazing color, and it grew rapidly. The whole body was soaked in the light.

Hansen, who was shackled by the strange power, finally regained his freedom, and slammed into Mr. Li’s finger with a fist, using the power of the hand to cover the sky.

Hey!

Mr. Li took a two-step step back and looked at Han Sen with some surprise.

Hansen’s heart was even more shocked. He used his hand to cover the sky with Mr. Li’s gene order chain. It was like pulling it on the steel bar. It’s completely continually pulling. I can’t imagine that Mr. Li’s body is strong. At what point, it is likely to have reached the level of Super God creature or the Great.

Hansen said nothing to turn around and flee, the power gap is too big, it is not a class of people at all, and it will definitely die if it goes on.

"I don't think there is such a powerful disciple in my blood teaching. Although the concentration of the holy blood is lower, it is not a shame to sacrifice for the holy shrine." Mr. Li said faintly, but his body shape has already reached Han. Behind Sen, he grabbed Hansen with one hand.

This time Hansen was prepared, and under the blessing of the super-spiritual body, the body reaction speed was much faster than before.

The sky umbrella opened to block the palm of Mr. Li, while the other hand took out the crystal egg.

boom!

Mr. Li’s hand was shot above the umbrella, and the umbrella of the umbrella was suddenly cracked. Hansen felt a huge force, and even the man flew out with the umbrella and crashed into the palace. On the wall, the blood in the mouth was mad.

The crystal egg swayed in front of Mr. Li, but the strange trajectory did not bypass Mr. Li's palm, and he was caught by him. The five fingers were slightly forced, and only the slamming sound was heard. The crystal egg was directly pinched.

Bing Yuyu suddenly emerged from it, punched in the palm of Mr. Li, and quickly returned to Hansen's side.

Mr. Li did not think that there was such a change. The palm of his hand was hit by the fist of Bingyu, and suddenly a little bit of ice and jade spread in his palm, but in the blink of an eye, the whole palm became the color of ice jade, as if It is a crystal jade sculpture in general.

Han Senqiang endured the blood in his chest and climbed up from the ground. His heart was a little dark, and he couldn’t think of the ice jade, so even the tyrannical body of Mr. Li could be sealed.

But in the next second, Hansen’s excitement turned into nothing. I saw that Mr. Li’s body was blue, the skin seemed to be soaked in blue, and the color of the ice jade was fast under the blue. The ablation disappeared completely from the hands of Mr. Li in the blink of an eye, leaving only pure blue in the palm of his hand.

"It's rare, it's really rare. My disciples who teach blood can apply the strength of the shelter to this level. You are the first person in my teaching." Mr. Li was not angry because he was attacked. Instead, he was angry. Exclaimed.

Hansen was not in the mood to listen to his praises, his thoughts in his mind, calculating the possibility of all living, but for a time he could not think of any feasible methods.

His strength is much worse than that of Mr. Li, and the gene core is still bronze. Both can't compete with Mr. Li, and the chance of being alive is very slim.

“Why do I seem to be less comfortable with the strength of the shelter?” Hansen said casually, just wanting to delay a little time, hoping to think of ways to get away.

Mr. Li looked at Han Sen and seemed to see through his thoughts, but he did not immediately start. Instead, he replied: "The believers who have the Holy Blood can absorb the genes of the shelter, but it is difficult to have the attribute strength of the shelter. The more pure the holy blood, the more so, because our genes have passed through so many generations of inheritance, and we have already fixed the method of evolution, which can promote the evolution of genes, but it is impossible to change the attributes. Your holy blood is too Too thin, so you are not bound by the Holy Blood, you can still have the attribute strength in the shelter. Which disciple is you, the same generation of holy blood?"

"You know my name is Han." Hansen said.

"There are no people named Han in the thirteen saints. You use a pseudonym." Mr. Li seems to have some interest in Hansen now, and he is not in a hurry.

"This is my real name, my grandfather is Han Jingzhi." Hansen said.

"Han Jingzhi? Impossible, although Han Jingzhi entered my teaching, but after all, it was only an outsider, and his descendants could not have holy blood." Mr. Li directly denied.

Han Sen listened to Mr. Li, and he knew that there should be no mistakes in the South and the infants and ghosts. Han Jingzhi is not a saint of blood and religion. He is only forced into the blood.

"Since you say that Han Jingzhi is an outsider, why does he have a sacred object of blood teaching?" Hansen continued, and at the same time searched in the hole in the tunnel, hoping to find the possibility of escape.

Suddenly, Hansen discovered that the nine-sex blood cat of the town was just lying on the eaves of the palace, his tail swaying, and his eyes were staring at Hansen.

"Is it still here?" Hansen was surprised.

Mr. Li said with a deep sigh: "You know this thing, then it must be a descendant of one of the thirteen saints, but your blood is so thin, can you say that you are the person of the emperor's saints Qin family?"

"How do you know?" Hansen pretended to be surprised.

"Qin family has been separated from my teaching since ancient times, and it is not normal to practice blood. It is normal for the holy blood to be thin." Mr. Li said, looking at Han Sen: "I can’t think of the long time, the Qin family is heavy. It is a happy event to teach me."