Chapter 1272 Heavenly Punishment

There is no doubt that this human man has indeed discovered him. Han Sen has no need to hide anymore. He stood up from the grass full of water, and his whole body of armor was dripping with water.

"My friend, I don't know what Biluoguo you are talking about." Han Sen looked at the man and said.

"Human?" The man looked slightly surprised when he saw Han Sen. He obviously didn't expect that it was a human being here.

"We're all compatriots. We can discuss everything. My name is Han Sen. What do you call my friends?" Han Sen wondered if he could get some information from this mysterious man.

The man said with a cold face: "I have never been friends with humans, let alone compatriots."

"It's like you're not human." Han Sen stared at the man and said.

The man said indifferently: "Don't confuse me with your lower races. I originally wanted to keep you alive, but it's a pity that you talk too much nonsense."

As he said that, the man punched Han Sen directly, intending to kill him directly.

Han Sen didn't expect the man to do it as soon as he said it, and the man actually said that he was not a human being, and he regarded human beings as an inferior race.

But Han Sen clearly felt that the man had a pure human breath, and there was absolutely nothing wrong with it.

Now there is no time for Han Sen to think so much. The man punched out with a terrifyingly powerful body. With a piercing scream, the fist tore through the space and reached Han Sen in an instant.

The blood in Han Sen's eyes flickered, and he had already opened the nine gene locks with his blood life nerve, and he raised his fist like a blood dripping.

Boom!

Han Sen felt as if his fist had hit the locomotive that hit it at high speed, and he couldn't help but backed up. He kicked his feet on the ground, but he still couldn't stop his figure.

The hard stone under his feet was directly plowed by Han Sen's legs, forming two deep grooves. Han Sen slid several hundred meters on the ground before barely stopping his body.

And the bones on the fist have been shattered, and even the arm bones have been broken.

"What a strong force!" Han Sen looked at the man in horror. The man's punch didn't have any attribute power. It was a blow purely relying on physical strength. It was unimaginable that it was so powerful.

"Hey, blood life nerve, are you a member of my blood life sect?" The man gave a light snort, as if he was very surprised.

"You are?" Han Sen was surprised. He heard the man say that he was a member of the Blue Blood Special Forces, so why did he become a member of the Blood Life Cult?

The man smiled slightly, and his expression eased a lot: "You don't know that I am also normal. I am afraid that there are no real saints in the Blood Life Sect today. But since you practice the Bloodline Life Nerve, you must be a true disciple of my teaching. I have never seen a real saint, so I should have read the classics of the Thirteen Saints, right? I am one of the Thirteen Saints, Tianzhu."

As he said that, the man suddenly frowned and said, "Which family are you a disciple of? Why are your blood vessels and life nerves so weak?"

Thousands of thoughts flashed through Han Sen's mind, and he finally decided to give it a go. He said, "I am Qin Huaizhen's disciple. The old man accepted me as a disciple before he died. I don't know much about the teaching. many."

"Qin Huaizhen?" The man frowned and thought for a long time before he seemed to think of something: "So it's the Qin family. Has the Qin family fallen to such a low level? They passed on an outsider's disciple, who is also the first generation of cultivators of blood and life nerves."

Han Sen didn't speak, but just looked at the man. He didn't know anything about the Blood Life Cult. It would be wrong to say more, so it's better not to say it.

The man thought for a while and continued: "It is hard to find someone who can cultivate nerves, and it is not easy for the Qin family to find one. Since you have inherited the inheritance of the Qin family, even though you are still the first generation, the title of saint of the Qin family still needs to It's up to you to inherit, but your current bloodline is too weak to enjoy the title of saint. Fortunately, there is a sanctuary now, and you can pass it on for a few more generations. Only after your descendants turn into blue blood can you truly obtain the title of saint title."

Han Sen was very excited when he heard it. Although the man said a few words, he suddenly understood a lot of things.

The bloodline life nerve is a top-level exercise for strengthening genetics, and one generation after another will make the offspring stronger and stronger.

The disciples of Xuanmen once said that the true disciples of the Blood God Sect are terrifying, they are all terrifying existences inherited from ancient times, and their physical fitness far exceeds that of ordinary humans.

Combined with what the man who claimed to be a saint of Tianzhu said, it means that the blood will turn blue after the algebra of blood life nerve inheritance is long. Doesn't that mean that blue blood people are all inheritors of the blood life religion.

This kind of ancient technique that requires blood and time as a means of inheritance cannot be practiced casually, and even if it is practiced, the power it can exert is not too strong.

The most powerful part of the bloodline life nerve is the inheritance of power and genes, which is passed down from generation to generation. If it is a disciple who has been passed down for a long time, the power will indeed be terrifying and unimaginable.

That's why Han Sen practiced the bloodline life nerve and opened the nine gene locks, but his strength is not much stronger than the super god creature who opened the nine gene locks.

Because this is not the real strength of the bloodline life nerve at all. People like Tianzhu are the real strong people who cultivate the bloodline life nerve. I don't know how many generations of horror have been passed down.

Han Sen thought again: "If the thirteen saints represent the thirteen inheritors of the blood and life nerves that have been passed down since ancient times, then Han Jingzhi should be one of the inheritors, right? He is also blue blood."

But thinking about it, something is wrong. The baby ghost clearly said that Han Jingzhi was bound to the Blood Life Sect. If he is really a saint of the Blood Life Sect, how could anyone dare to tie him up? Who else tied him up?

Moreover, the Qin family is also a branch of saints, so why is their blood red instead of blue?

Questions arose in Han Sen's mind, making him even more confused.

But there is one thing that Han Sen has inferred. If Han Jingzhi is really one of the inheritors of the Blood Life Sect, then he cannot be Han Sen's great-grandfather.

Even if after Han Jingzhi, no one in the Han family cultivates the bloodline life nerve, the genetic inheritance power of the bloodline life nerve will continue for several generations, but it will gradually weaken.

Logically speaking, in Han Sen's area, no matter how he can inherit a little blue blood.

Even if Han Sen couldn't inherit it, his father should have some blue blood.

But Han Sen knew very clearly that he and his father were both red blood, and had nothing to do with blue blood, so it was absolutely impossible for him to be the descendant of the Blood Life Sect.

The more Han Sen thought about it, the more confused he became. The Han family really had nothing to do with Han Jingzhi, so why did the Han family pass down the blood cat, the sacred object of the Blood Life Sect? This is so strange.

The man didn't know that Han Sen's heart was spinning and turning, and he said to himself: "Forget it, those two blue fruits should be given to the lineage of the emperor and saints."

After speaking, the man turned and left directly.

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