Chapter 1412 Fighting Against the Lord of Blood

At this time, Wang Zhao and the others were gray-haired, and their bodies were paralyzed beside the holy coffin. Their eyes were full of grief and despair. Not to mention using the gene core, they didn't even have the strength to stand up.

"Still donating the holy blood?" Mr. Li said lightly.

"What will happen if the holy coffin is revived?" Han Sen didn't go there. Although he wanted to pretend to be a blood cultist, but if he was asked to donate blood, the ghost knows what would happen, maybe it would kill him.

Mr. Li didn't answer Han Sen this time. His eyes fell on Han Sen. His figure suddenly moved and appeared in front of Han Sen like a teleportation. He grabbed Han Sen's neck with one hand and directly carried Han Sen to the holy place coffin.

Han Sen didn't even have a chance to dodge. Although his brain realized it, his body couldn't keep up with the conscious reaction.

Being grabbed by Mr. Li's neck, Han Sen only felt as if he was locked by an iron gate. His whole body seemed to be soaked by an electric current, and he couldn't move at all. He could only let Mr. Li grab him in front of the sarcophagus.

Mr. Li grabbed Han Sen in front of the holy coffin, pressed him on the coffin lid, stretched out his finger and was about to scratch Han Sen's neck, and wanted to bleed Han Sen directly on it.

Han Sen's eyes shone with a white holy light, and the holy light quickly spread from his pupils, his short black hair turned into a white color, and grew rapidly, his whole 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, using the power to cover the sky with one hand.

Boom!

Mr. Li took two steps back and looked at Han Sen in surprise.

Han Sen was even more horrified in his heart. He covered the sky with one hand and pulled 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 what extent, it is likely to have reached the level of a super god creature or a great emperor.

Han Sen turned around and ran away without saying a word. The power gap was too large, and he was not at the same level at all. If he continued to fight, he would definitely die.

"I didn't expect there to be such a powerful disciple in my Blood Life Sect. Although the concentration of the holy blood is a little lower, offering sacrifices to the holy coffin is not an insult to the holy coffin." Mr. Li said lightly, but his figure had already reached Han Behind Sen, he grabbed Han Sen with one hand.

This time Han Sen was prepared, and with the blessing of the super emperor spirit body, his body reaction speed was much faster than before.

The umbrella opened to block Mr. Li's palm, and at the same time threw out the crystal egg from the other hand.

boom!

Mr. Li slapped the sky umbrella with his hand, and there were many cracks on the surface of the sky umbrella, and Han Sen felt a huge force coming, and he flew out with the umbrella and hit the wall of the palace. On the wall, blood spurted from the mouth.

The Jingdan wobbled in front of Mr. Li, but the strange trajectory did not go around Mr. Li's palm, and he grabbed it. With a slight force of five fingers, there was a bang, and the Jingdan was crushed immediately.

The Ice Jade Skull suddenly appeared, punched Mr. Li's palm, and quickly retreated to Han Sen's side.

Mr. Li didn't expect such a change. His palm was hit by the fist of the ice jade skull, and suddenly a bit of ice jade luster spread in his palm. In the blink of an eye, the entire palm turned into the color of ice jade, as if It is a crystal jade sculpture.

Han Sen resisted the blood churning in his chest, and got up from the ground. He felt a little secretly happy. He didn't expect that the Bingyu Skull was so powerful that it could even seal Mr. Li's tyrannical body.

But in the next second, Han Sen's excitement vanished. Mr. Li's body was covered with blue, and his skin seemed to be soaked in blue. In the blink of an eye, it completely disappeared from Mr. Li's hand, leaving only pure blue in that palm.

"It's rare, it's really rare. A disciple of my Blood Life Sect can use the power of the shelter to such an extent. You are the first person in my teaching." Mr. Li was not angry because he was attacked, but exclaimed.

Han Sen was not in the mood to listen to his praise, his mind was racing, calculating all the possibilities of surviving, but he couldn't think of any feasible method for a while.

His strength is far inferior to Mr. Li's, and his gene core is still at the bronze level, neither of which can compete with Mr. Li, and his chance of surviving is very slim.

"Why do the people I teach 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 get out.

Mr. Li glanced at Han Sen and seemed to see through his thoughts, but he didn't act immediately. Instead, he replied: "Although believers with holy blood can absorb the genes of the sanctuary, it is difficult to have the attribute power of the sanctuary." , the purer the holy blood, the more this is the case. This is because our genes have been passed down through so many generations, and the method of evolution has already been fixed. We can absorb genes to promote evolution, but it is impossible to change the attributes. Your holy blood is too You are too weak, so you are not bound by the holy blood, and you can still have the attribute power in the sanctuary. What line of disciples are you, and which generation of holy blood?"

"You know my surname is Han." Han Sen said.

"There is no one with the surname Han among the thirteen saints. You are using a false name." Mr. Li seems to have some interest in Han Sen now, and is not in a hurry to do it.

"This is my real name. My great-grandfather's name is Han Jingzhi." Han Sen said again.

"Han Jingzhi? Impossible. Although Han Jingzhi joined my sect, he is still an outsider after all. His descendants cannot have holy blood." Mr. Li directly denied.

Hearing Mr. Li's words, Han Sen knew that what Nan Litian and Yinggui said was correct. Han Jingzhi was indeed not a saint of the Blood Life Sect, he was just forced into the Blood Life Sect.

"Since you said that Han Jingzhi is an outsider, why does he have the holy relic of the Blood Life Cult?" Han Sen continued, searching around with the Dongxuan aura, hoping to find the possibility of escape.

Suddenly, Han Sen found that the Nine-Life Blood Cat, which was the coffin just now, was lying on the eaves of the palace, its tail was wagging, and its eyes were staring at Han Sen.

"It's still here?" Han Sen was surprised.

Mr. Li pondered for a while and said: "You actually know this, then you must be a descendant of one of the thirteen saints, but your blood is so thin, do you mean you are a member of the Qin family of the emperor saint?"

"How do you know?" Han Sen pretended to be surprised.

"The Qin family has been separated from my teaching since ancient times. If you don't practice the bloodline method, it's normal for the holy blood to be thin." Mr. Li said and glanced at Han Sen: "I can't imagine that after such a long time, the Qin family will be reborn again." It is a happy event to be taught by me.”