Everyone suddenly panicked, and everyone gathered their own strength to break free from the ancient bronze coffin, or to smash the ancient coffin into pieces.
It was a good thing that they didn't use force. With this exertion, they suddenly felt that the power in their body surged into the ancient bronze coffin uncontrollably, as if it was sucked in by a water suction machine.
Wang Zhao and the others were already horrified beyond measure. They saw their power flowing into the ancient bronze coffin, but they were unable to stop it at all, and they could not leave their hands from the ancient bronze coffin.
Zhong Sanxiao summoned a sword-shaped gene core and struck it hard on the bronze coffin lid. However, when the gene core touched the coffin lid, it did not make any sound, as if it was sucked onto it.
The power within the core was also sucked into the ancient bronze coffin.
The situation for others was the same. The summoned gene core had no effect at all. As long as it touched the ancient bronze coffin, it was immediately sucked to it.
Everyone was horrified. They saw their own power pouring into the ancient bronze coffin, and the strange symbols on the ancient bronze coffin lit up little by little. They were shocked in their hearts.
"Why wasn't your power sucked away?" Xu Yanmeng suddenly looked at Han Sen and said, everyone's power was sucked away, but there was no change in Han Sen's body. Xu Yanmeng had always suspected that there was something wrong with Han Sen. At this time, the first
The reaction was to take a look at Han Sen and found that Han Sen was fine at all.
When Xu Yanmeng said this, everyone looked at Han Sen and saw that he was completely fine.
"Damn, he really has a problem." Zhong Sanxiao cursed, summoned another gene core and slashed at Han Sen.
Han Sen let go of his hand and retreated, avoiding the knife-shaped gene core attack, and said helplessly: "Although I am not trapped by the ancient bronze coffin, I have not harmed you, and I have nothing to do with this ancient bronze coffin."
Unfortunately, Wang Zhao and the others didn't believe Han Sen at this time, so they all summoned gene nuclei to kill Han Sen.
Han Sen could only retreat. Their natal gene cores were all gem-level, and the gene cores they possessed were at least gold-level. Several gene cores came to kill them at the same time, and Han Sen did not dare to touch them head-on.
"I knew this kid was not a good guy, I should have killed him long ago." Xu Yanmeng gritted her teeth and said.
"Your bodies..." Lao Qiu suddenly shouted.
Everyone looked at each other and immediately realized that their bodies had begun to age, and they were aging very badly.
Xu Yanmeng, who originally looked like a young man, now has gray hair and wrinkles on his face, as if he was an old man in his sixties or seventies.
Everyone was in the same situation, they were all horrified, but Wang Zhao suddenly shouted: "Mr. Li, why are you not aging?"
Not only Wang Zhao, but everyone saw that Mr. Li still looked so elegant and did not age like them.
In the horrified eyes of everyone, Mr. Li smiled slightly, let go of his hand, took two steps back, and then said calmly: "I am not trapped in the holy coffin, so naturally I will not age."
"Mr. Li, do you know what this is?" The faces of Wang Zhao and others changed, and they were filled with disbelief. No one could believe that Mr. Li would say such a thing.
"This is the Holy Coffin of the Blood Life Sect. The nine-life blood cat just now is the Coffin-Suppressing Beast. As long as the Coffin-Suppressing Beast is there, the Holy Coffin will always sleep. But we opened the Holy Coffin and ordered the Coffin-Suppressing Beast to leave.
The coffin has regained its strength, and now it needs vitality to completely revive it." Mr. Li said calmly.
"Mr. Li, how do you know this? You have a way to save us, right?" Lao Qiu looked at Mr. Li in horror and shouted, as if praying.
He was already very old, but now his face was covered with bark-like wrinkles and his back was stooped. He looked like a dying old man.
Wang Zhao and the others also looked at Mr. Li. Although they already knew that something was wrong with Mr. Li, they still held on to the hope of the eventuality.
"I do know how to save you, but this is the purpose of my coming here. How can I prevent the resurrection of the holy coffin?" Mr. Li said calmly.
"You...you brought us here on purpose...you had already planned to harm us..." Wang Zhong yelled.
"Don't say it so harshly. I saved your lives. Isn't it normal to give them back to me now? You yourself have also said that those who are useful to you in the future will definitely repay you with death. Now is the time for you to repay the favor.
"Yes, don't you ever take what you said seriously?" Mr. Li said calmly.
Wang Zhao and the others were already dumbfounded. In addition, their vitality was sucked hard by the holy coffin, and their bodies became weaker and weaker. They could not even speak without breathing heavily. At this time, they could not even speak a word.
Han Sen was dumbfounded as he watched. He didn't expect that such a respected Mr. Li would have such a side. Even Han Sen couldn't believe it.
Xu Yanmeng and the others trusted Mr. Li so much, but they never imagined that it was Mr. Li who personally led them to death.
Mr. Li ignored them and turned to look at Han Sen: "Xiao Han, which disciple are you from?"
Han Sen knew that Mr. Li also regarded him as a member of the Blood Life Cult, but Han Sen didn't know how to answer for a while.
As far as Han Sen knows, there are at least two factions in the Blood Life Cult. One is Nan Litian's faction, which seems to be loyal to the leader of the Blood Life Cult, while the other is considered a traitor. What Han Sen knows about is Tian Zhu.
Saints and Han Jingzhi, etc.
Han Sen didn't know which force Mr. Li belonged to, so he didn't know how to answer.
However, Mr. Li didn't seem to ask in detail. Seeing that Han Sen didn't answer immediately, he continued: "The Holy Coffin still needs some holy blood to revive. Although the holy blood on your body is very weak, it is of some use. Come with me to donate it."
Sacrifice the holy blood to revive the holy coffin."
As Mr. Li spoke, he walked up to the holy coffin, scratched the palm of his left hand with his right index finger, and suddenly blue blood gushes out from the wound.
The blue color is so gorgeous that Nan Litian's blood cannot compare with it. It is almost as gorgeous as the blue blood of the Heavenly Punishment Saint.
"Mr. Li, I wonder which saint you are?" Han Sen looked at Mr. Li and asked.
Mr. Li frowned slightly after hearing Han Sen's words: "Which descendant are you from? Didn't your elders even tell you about this leader?"
"Are you the leader of the Blood Life Cult?" Han Sen suddenly stared at Mr. Li with wide eyes.
In the past, Han Sen tried his best to find out who the leader of the Blood Life Cult was, but now two of them came, and they were completely different.
A shadow that claims to be the leader of the church seems to be a supernatural spirit no matter how you look at it. Now Mr. Li says that he is the leader of the church, but he is clearly a pure human being.
"What's going on? Why did so many cult leaders suddenly appear?" Han Sen's thoughts were racing, but he couldn't think of a clue.