At this time, Wang Zhao and the others were gray-haired and their bodies were slumped beside the holy coffin. Their eyes were full of grief, anger and despair. They didn't even have the strength to stand up, let alone use the gene core.
"You haven't offered the holy blood yet?" Mr. Li said calmly.
"What will happen if the holy coffin is revived?" Han Sen did not go there. Although he had the intention to pretend to be a blood believer, but if he was asked to donate blood, who knows what would happen, maybe it would kill him.
Mr. Li did not answer Han Sen this time. His eyes fell on Han Sen. His figure suddenly moved and appeared in front of Han Sen as if teleporting. He grabbed Han Sen's neck with one hand and directly carried Han Sen towards the Saint. coffin.
Han Sen didn't even have a chance to dodge. Although his mind was aware of it, his body couldn't keep up with the conscious reaction.
When Mr. Li grabbed his neck, Han Sen felt as if he was locked by an iron gate. His whole body seemed to be soaked by an electric current. His body was completely unable to move and he could only let Mr. Li grab the sarcophagus.
Mr. Li grabbed Han Sen in front of the holy coffin, pressed him on the coffin lid, stretched out his finger to scratch Han Sen's neck, and wanted Han Sen to bleed directly on it.
Han Sen's eyes flashed with blazing white holy light. The holy light spread rapidly from his pupils outwards. His short black hair turned into a blazing white color and grew rapidly. His entire body was soaked in the holy light.
Han Sen, who was imprisoned by the strange power, finally regained his freedom. He punched Mr. Li's finger and used the power of covering the sky with one hand.
Bang!
Mr. Li took two steps back and looked at Han Sen in surprise.
Han Sen was even more horrified. He used his hand to pull on Mr. Li's genetic order chain. It seemed like he was pulling on a steel bar. He couldn't imagine how strong Mr. Li's body was. To some extent, it has probably reached the level of a super divine creature or an emperor.
Han Sen turned around and ran away without saying a word. The power gap was too big. He was not on the same level at all. If he continued to fight, he would definitely die.
"I didn't expect that there are such powerful disciples in our Blood Life Sect. Although the concentration of the holy blood is a little low, offering sacrifices to the holy coffin is not an insult to the holy coffin." Mr. Li said lightly, but his figure had already reached the Han Dynasty. Behind Sen, a hand grabbed Han Sen again.
This time Han Sen was prepared, and with the blessing of the Super Emperor Spirit Body, his body's reaction speed was much faster than before.
The umbrella opened to block Mr. Li's palm, and at the same time a crystal egg was thrown out of his other hand.
boom!
Mr. Li slapped his hand on the sky-shielding umbrella, and many cracks appeared on the umbrella's surface. Han Sen felt a huge force coming, and he flew out with the umbrella and hit the palace. On the wall, blood spurted from his mouth.
The crystal egg swayed strangely in front of Mr. Li, but the strange trajectory could not bypass Mr. Li's palm. He grabbed it with his fingers and exerted slight force. With a bang, the crystal egg was crushed directly.
The ice jade skeleton suddenly emerged from it, punched Mr. Li's palm, and then quickly retreated to Han Sen's side.
Mr. Li did not expect such a change. The palm of his hand was hit by the fist of the ice jade skeleton. Suddenly a bit of ice jade luster spread on his palm. In just a blink of an eye, the entire palm turned into the color of ice jade, as if It's like a crystal jade sculpture.
Han Sen suppressed the blood boiling in his chest and climbed up from the ground. He was secretly happy. He didn't expect that the ice jade skeleton was so powerful that it could seal even Mr. Li's tyrannical body.
But in the next second, Han Sen's excitement disappeared. Mr. Li's body was filled with blue, and his skin seemed to be soaked in blue. The color of ice jade quickly appeared under the blue. It disappeared completely from Mr. Li's hand in the blink of an eye, leaving only pure blue in that palm.
"It's rare. It's so rare. A disciple of my Blood Life Sect can use the power of the Sanctuary to this extent. You are the first person in our sect." Mr. Li was not angry because he was attacked. exclaimed.
Han Sen was not in the mood to listen to his praise. His thoughts were racing in his mind, calculating all possibilities of survival, but for a while he couldn't think of any feasible method.
His strength is far inferior to Mr. Li, and his gene core is still bronze level. Neither of them can compete with Mr. Li, and his chances of survival are very slim.
"Why do the people in my teaching seem not to adapt to the power of the shelter?" Han Sen said casually, just wanting to delay for a while, hoping to think of a way to escape.
Mr. Li glanced at Han Sen and seemed to see through his thoughts, but he did not take action immediately. Instead, he replied: "Although believers with holy blood can absorb the genes of Sanctuary, it is difficult for them to possess the attribute power of Sanctuary." , the purer the holy blood, the more so. This is because our genes have been passed down for so many generations and have already fixed the method of evolution. We can absorb genes to promote evolution, but it is impossible to change the attributes. Your holy blood is too It's too weak, so you're not bound by the holy blood and can still possess the attribute power in the sanctuary. Which lineage of disciples are you from, and what generation of the same holy blood are you from?"
"You know my surname is Han." Han Sen said.
"There is no one named Han among the Thirteen Saints. You used a false name." Mr. Li seemed to be somewhat interested in Han Sen now and was not in a hurry to take action.
"This is my real name. My great-grandfather's name is Han Jingzhi." Han Sen added.
"Han Jingzhi? Impossible. Although Han Jingzhi joined our religion, he is just an outsider after all. His descendants cannot have holy blood." Mr. Li directly denied it.
When Han Sen heard what Mr. Li said, he knew that what Nan Litian and Ying Gui said was correct. Han Jingzhi was indeed not a saint of the Blood Life Sect, he was just a forced member of the Blood Life Sect.
"Since you said Han Jingzhi is an outsider, then why does he have the sacred objects of the Blood Life Sect?" Han Sen continued, while using the Dongxuan aura to search around, hoping to find the possibility of escape.
Suddenly, Han Sen discovered that the nine-life blood cat that held the coffin just now was lying on the eaves of the palace, its tail wagging, and its eyes staring at Han Sen.
"It's still here?" Han Sen was surprised.
Mr. Li pondered for a moment and said: "You actually know this, so you must be a descendant of one of the Thirteen Saints. But your bloodline is so thin. Could it be that you are from the Qin family of the Emperor Saints?"
"How do you know?" Han Sen pretended to be surprised.
"The Qin family has separated from our religion since ancient times. It is normal for the holy blood to be weak if the bloodline method is not practiced." Mr. Li said and glanced at Han Sen: "I didn't expect that after so many years, the Qin family would be reunited. It is a happy event to be taught by me."
