~： VIIIth Eighty-fourth Sanctuary of the Third God (2/2)

The strange power rushes directly from Hansen's blood, penetrates into every cell of the body, and slowly nourishes and repairs Hansen's damaged body.

Viscera, bones, **, every inch of Hansen's body is slowly recovering.

Hansen found that he didn't even need to focus on the blood and nerves. He himself broke out from the blood and slowly repaired the injured organs.

”It's not a blood-stained town, but there are some doorways.” Hansen is ecstatic, and the blood-staining nerves are slow to repair the body, but they are not as good as the light, but they are enough to save his life, just for a moment. For a little while, Hansen’s body was difficult to repair completely, and it was difficult to move here.

At this time, Han Sen had the mood to look at his environment. His head was difficult to move. The whole person was lying here, and the range that the eyes could see was very limited.

The air here is very pure. There is no doubt that Hansen can feel like this, which means that it is no longer a second sanctuary. Otherwise, with his transcender, he will only feel the incomparably dirty air. It is absolutely impossible to have such a The sense of purity.

”I should have arrived at the sanctuary of the third god?” Hansen said in the dark, while at the same time squinting open his eyes and looking up.

What you can see is a piece of green. The sun shines through the green, and the stars are scattered on Hansen's face. Hansen feels a little glare between the flashes.

Hansen looked clearly. This is a tree. It is not too tall. It is about four or five meters high. The oval leaves are very strong. The crown is almost like a big umbrella that wraps the sky. Occasionally there is The sunshine of the stars shines through.

And among the dense leaves, Hansen saw many things like the cross hanging there.

Hansen is still thinking about who hangs so many crosses on the tree, but a closer look reveals that it is not a cross, but a short sword.

Each short sword is similar in length, about two feet long. The blade has **** wide and looks like a cross. The whole body is black and inky. It is like a piece of hanging between the branches and leaves. Thirty.

”Who is so boring, even hanging so many swords in the tree?” Although Hansen thought so, but it was a bit of joy, some people did such a boring thing, indicating that there must be someone here.

If you think about it, it might be a strange thing to do such a strange thing, then he would be terrible if he was discovered.

Unfortunately, Hansen’s head has no way to move. There is no way to see what is going on around it. What you can see is the branches and leaves of the tree and the dark daggers hanging on the trees.

But looking at it, Han Sen found that something was wrong. Those ink-colored short swords did not seem to be hung on the trees. The hilts of the short swords were connected with the branches, and it seemed that the fruits were generally growing on the trees. Surprising.

”Gene seed... This is the tree planted by the genetic seed... This is really the sanctuary of the third god...” Hansen suddenly understood that he was under a genetic tree, and the ink dagger was Genetically armed.

Hansen didn't know that the joy was still a concern. In the sanctuary of the third god, aliens, aliens, and humans all planted genetic seeds. Now he is under the gene tree, and he doesn't know who he is.

In case the owner of this gene tree is a ferocious alien, he can't move now. I am afraid that it is fierce and sorrowful.

Han Sen quickly looked at his own soul sea, intending to summon the magic ant Wang Biaojia, so that he can also guard against one or two.

But looking at the soul of the sea, Han Sen was suddenly stunned.