Han Sen finally agreed to use Mu Lingxi in exchange to help Yu Kun kill the deified alien species.
The Wood Spirit Rhinoceros has been with Yu Kun for more than a hundred years. He has never been able to understand its mystery. Now he has given up hope of understanding the Wood Spirit Rhinoceros, so he brought the Wood Spirit Rhinoceros out and helped him kill it as Han Sen.
The price of deifying alien species.
If he can succeed, he can use the alien gene of the alien alien to advance to the level of immortality, and there will be no use keeping the Wood Rhinoceros.
As for leaving it to future generations, it is a pity that his only son died in the original incident, and there are no future generations to accept his legacy.
"He is indeed a pitiful man." Han Sen was playing with the Mu Lingxi in his hand. Yukun happily gave the Mu Lingxi to Han Sen first, saying that no matter success or failure, the Mu Lingxi would be his.
Han Sen's personality is a bit awkward. If others try to plot against him, no matter how dangerous the environment is, he will not let them get their wish.
But since Yukun directly gave him the benefit first, Han Sen had no choice but to do his best to help him.
The wood carving is quite exquisite and feels as moist as jade. Although it is a wooden product, its weight is still heavier than gold.
The strange thing is that Han Sen can't feel the strong aura from Mu Lingxi's body. It looks like ordinary wood, and it doesn't look like a butterfly-level deified wood.
Han Sen didn't think that Yukun gave him a fake, because he couldn't damage this thing even with all his strength. It was obviously of extraordinary quality, but he didn't know why, but it didn't have the powerful aura it should have.
"Could it be that the reason why Mu Lingxi doesn't have a strong aura is because of the secrets left by the senior of Zhentian Palace? If the secret can be solved, he can release the power for his own use?" Han Sen thought in his mind.
After countless thoughts, he kept staring at Mu Lingxi for careful observation.
The wooden spirit carving was vivid, but there were no words or patterns on it, and there was no residual artistic conception. Han Sen touched it several times with his hands, and looked back and forth several times with the Dongxuan Domain and the Purple Butterfly Divine Eye Mirror.
, and no mechanism was revealed.
No matter how you look at it, this is just a wooden rhinoceros carved with ordinary techniques. Apart from the material, there is nothing special about it.
"Dad, what are you holding?" Han Sen was studying Mu Lingxi, but Bao'er climbed onto his back without knowing when, his little head stretched out from Han Sen's shoulder, and his big eyes stared at Han Sen's hand.
Mu Lingxi asked.
"There is a secret in this wood carving, but I can't figure out where the secret is," Han Sen said.
"Let Bao'er take a look." Bao'er jumped into Han Sen's arms, took the Mu Lingxi from Han Sen's hand, and played with the Mu Lingxi twice with a pair of white and tender hands.
Suddenly, Han Sen saw a pair of pale yellow moonlight beams emitting from Mu Lingxi's eyes. The beam reflected on the wall, and some words suddenly appeared.
"Bao'er, how did you do it?" Han Sen was surprised and happy. Although he was watching, he didn't understand why Mu Lingxi's eyes actually shot out beams of light.
Bao'er only played with Mu Lingxi a few times. Han Sen had already played with the place she had played many times before, but there was no reaction.
"It's very simple, just pat it on the head." Bao'er said and patted Mu Lingxi's head twice more, and the light in Mu Lingxi's eyes suddenly disappeared.
"I'll try." Han Sen reached out and patted the rhino's head twice, but there was no reaction at all.
Bao'er stretched out his little hand and patted it twice more. As a result, the rhino's eyes shone with light again, which made Han Sen slightly depressed.
Too lazy to study how Bao'er did it, Han Sen first wrote down all the words in the beam of light emitted by Mu Lingxi. It was a genetic technique called "Telepathy".
Han Sen had memorized the genetic technique, but he didn't find the powerful energy Yu Jing mentioned.
"Does it mean that you have to master this genetic technique before you can obtain energy from Mu Lingxi?" Han Sen secretly guessed, and then studied the "Psychic Telepathy" genetic technique.
With such an evocative name, Han Sen originally guessed that it might be a more flexible genetic technique, possibly related to abilities such as telepathy.
But Han Sen soon discovered that he was wrong. This genetic technique was not flexible at all. It should be violent. It turned out to be a genetic technique that concentrated power on one point and exploded the whole body's power at once.
Just like a rhinoceros attack, all the power is concentrated at the tip of the rhinoceros horn, which can be said to be invincible.
But the sequelae were also very severe. Immediately after the blow, his whole body collapsed, his strength was completely drained, and he no longer had the ability to continue fighting.
"What a dangerous genetic technique!" Han Sen admired in his heart.
Although this gene technique does not have as powerful explosive power as Hongtian Liupo, it is condensed like a steel needle and can pierce everything with one strike. It is both a gene technique with powerful destructive power, but it is extremely different.
The advantage of telepathy is that you can use it at any time, and you don't have to worry about hurting yourself. Unlike Hongtian Liupo, you need to use it remotely, otherwise you may blow yourself up together.
"This gene technique can also be used as a trump card. When you really have to go all out, you need this gene technique to make a desperate blow." After Han Sen studied it, he tried to practice it. It was not difficult to get started, but
If you really want to practice it, it will take some time.
Bao'er was rewarded with many snacks, but this time Bao'er was not as happy as before. He did not look at the pile of snacks at all, and said with big eyes blinking: "Dad, Bao'er also wants to go to the Taishang Clan."
"It's too dangerous there. It's not a place for children to go. Just stay here and play with my sister-in-law. Don't you like the dream beast very much? You can also go and play with it." Of course, Han Sen couldn't take Bao'er with him.
Taishang clan, if his being a spy is exposed, it is hard to say whether he can escape. If he is caught, Bao'er will be unlucky too.
"Dad, if you don't take me, I will go back to find my mother." Bao'er said with a wink.
"Well, you might as well go back to your mother, and go to kindergarten for a few days. Don't you like the teacher in that kindergarten very much? What's her name? Oh, by the way, her name is Lu Zimei, right?" Han Sen nodded.
But Bao'er curled her lips and said, "I don't go back to school, I want to go back to my mother to tell the truth."
"What's the secret?" Han Sen looked at Bao'er with interest. He didn't remember that he had any information that fell into Bao'er's hands.
Bao'er stretched out his little hand and counted with one finger and said: "Sister Suyi...Sister Isha...and that sister Linglong..."
Bao'er soon discovered that she had run out of counts with one little hand, and was about to continue counting with the other little hand. Han Sen interrupted her with a smile: "I have nothing to do with them. You can't threaten me."
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"It's meaningless to have the whole world if you lose your smile. Only your smile is eternal... I hope that when I see you next time, I can still see you with a smile..." Bao'er imitated Han Sen's words.
He said it once, then blinked his eyes and said with an innocent look: "In this case, Bao'er has memorized a lot. When I get back, I will read it to my mother piece by piece. Mom will be very happy and touched, right?"
With that said, Bao'er took out a small notebook and opened it. The crooked childish fonts inside were obviously written by Bao'er, and the contents were all words said by Han Sen.
Han Sen broke out in a cold sweat. Although there was nothing wrong with those words at the time, but now taken out of context, it suddenly felt like something was wrong.
"Ahem, Bao'er, father and daughter are of the same mind, so I think we should get along well and not have any internal conflicts, right?" Han Sen stared at the small notebook in Bao'er's hand.
But Bao'er put the notebook away and said with a smile: "Yes, so Bao'er can go to the Taishang Clan with his father?"