The touch of the gods was the same as before, and Hansen’s blood was swallowed up. The four people waited for a while, and the touch of the gods still did not respond. He did not move at the bottom of the jar. If it was not just seen it swallowed blood, I thought it was dead.

The man frowned slightly, his face was full of doubtful colors, and he took a look at the touch of the gods and looked carefully, still did not see the problem.

"It’s weird, even if the qualifications are so bad, it’s impossible to even have a talent.” The study that the man turned over and over did not see why.

"Isn't it the old-fashioned touch of the gods?" Linglong paused and continued: "This touch of the gods is the first touch of the gods of our ancestors. Before the ancestors died I put it here as an introductory test, and now I don’t know how many years it is, it may be really old."

The man shook his head and said: "Impossible. When the tourmaline came back with jade good heart, I also tested it here. It was still good, how long it took, how could it suddenly fail?"

"In addition to this, is there any other possibility? It is impossible to have Hansen even one talent," said Linglong.

Men naturally know that it is impossible. If there is no talent above the top four, it is impossible to be promoted to the king level. Since Hansen is already a king, then his talent is no longer good, and it is impossible to be lower than the top four.

"This is strange." The man hesitated, then extended his finger and forced a drop of blood out of his mouth and sent it to the mouth of the gods. He wanted to try to see if the bottom of the **** touched the problem.

But I also ate the touch of the **** of Hansen's blood. At this time, I was there to move, and there was no reaction to the blood on the man's finger. It seemed to have dementia.

"Is it really old?" The man looked at the look of the gods and couldn't help but glimpse.

"It has been alive for a long time, and it is more than a hundred times longer than the average god. It is normal, too." Linglong said.

The man said indulgingly: "There is no way to test now. There is no **** touch around me. It seems that I can only apply for one in the Hui family and then test it."

"No need to test again, I have decided to let him be my silkworm, no matter how much he is a child's talent does not matter." Ling Yu said faintly.

"but……"

What the man still wants to say, but was interrupted by Linglong: "No, I want to be my silkworm, I can decide."

After the man opened his mouth, he still didn't say anything. He changed his face and said: "Since you have decided to choose him to do silkworms, there is no problem. Let's go to the altar."

After all, the man led the way and continued to go up the hill.

It was only in front of the palace on the top of the mountain that the man said: "Exquisite, for the brother is waiting for you outside, if there is any need, you open your mouth."

"Then I am tired of the two brothers to help look after this child, I quite like this child, don't let her suffer wrong." Ling Xiao pointed to Boa.

"Exquisitely, you can't let her suffer a little bit of grievances," the man said quickly.

"Boa, I am waiting for me here, don't you know how to be naughty?" Han Sen put Boa down, with Boa's temper and ability, the man really has to have bad thoughts, who is not necessarily suffering.

"Boa is very embarrassed." Boa looked like a cute figure.

Hansen touched her head and then walked into the hall with Linglong.

After entering the hall, the door of the hall was automatically closed. Hansen saw that there was no one in the hall. There was only one altar. Then he asked: "Your second brother seems to be different from you?"

Linglong said as she walked toward the altar: "The children of the Taishang nationality will be divided into two series after birth, one is to cultivate the "Tai Shang Induction" of my Taishang family, and the other is to cultivate according to their own love and talent. Other genetic techniques, I am practicing with the Bixi brothers, "Tai Shang Induction", and the second brother Li Yuzhen is another series."

“Why do you want to distinguish this?” Hansen asked curiously.

Linglong’s body paused, and then he said nothing: “Cultivating the “Tai Shang Zhi Pian” will be very weak for the world’s seven emotions and six desires, which is not conducive to the continuation of our family.”

Hansen suddenly understood why it was so divided. It was originally for the continuation of race. Otherwise, the people of the Taishang people would not eat the fireworks, like robots, where they can still have children.

Looking up, I found that the shape of the altar was a bit weird. If there was a large jade stove in the center of the big altar, there would be nothing else.

"Put your drop of blood into the cooking furnace." Linglong said, he had already stretched his finger and dripped a drop of blood into it.

Hansen had already known this process from the town of Tiangong, and he did not hesitate to directly drop a drop of blood into it.

After the two drops of blood entered the jade furnace, the jade furnace turned on and the internal glow was flowing. It seemed that the aurora of the universe was tumbling in it.

Hansen looked at the jade stove with curiosity. Although he could not see the inside, but the breath and the aurora radiated from the jade furnace, it was full of the mysterious universe.

As the brilliance in the jade furnace flows, gradually Guanghua condenses on the relief pattern outside the jade furnace, and the pattern is an equilateral triangle.

As the brilliance in the furnace changes, the blaze on the triangular pattern becomes more and more obvious. On the contrary, the brilliance in the furnace is gradually extinguished, and it seems to be condensed on the triangular pattern.

When the triangle pattern seemed to be as bright as the sun, Linglong said: "Put your palm on the triangle pattern."

"Which hand?" Hansen asked with a squint.

"Whatever." Linglong said.

"Men left female right, then left hand." Said, Han Sen put his hall hand on the triangle pattern.

Suddenly, I felt that the left palm was like a hot iron. Hansen subconsciously retracted the palm of his hand, but saw that the triangular pattern on the jade stove had been lost, and his left palm had a triangular pattern. Sparkling light.

As the burning sensation of the hand dissipated, the triangular pattern gradually disappeared and finally disappeared completely.

"Does this become?" Hansen asked curiously as Linglong asked.

"It became." Linglong nodded slightly.

Han Sen knows that at this time, Linglong should have been able to sense all his feelings and thoughts. Seven senses are in her induction, and suddenly her eyes turn.

But I haven't waited for Hansen to do anything, but Linglong has a cheeky cheek: "Stop!"

"It turns out that you can really sense my thoughts." Hansen looked at Linglong.