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Chapter Two Thousand Six Hundred and Four: Eleventh Talent?


Linglong and Tourmaline were shocked, the top ten talents can be said to be the limit of the creatures of the great universe, although there are indeed eleven talents in the legends, but those are all legendary characters like gods. \ The Taishang Clan's born and known Taishang Ancestor, the ancient god king who has existed since ancient times in the ancient god clan, the supreme holy lord of the holy realm, the legendary demon of all beasts who fought against the sky and entered the genetic temple to become a god, and many legendary existences, each of which is an existence that shocked the universe and left immortal legends.

But legends are legends after all, and now no one knows if they have actually tested them with the touch of the gods, and even for Linglong and Tourmaline, who were born in the Taishang clan, they have never had the opportunity to see them with their own eyes.

But now the touch of the gods was still wriggling, and it seemed that it was about to shed its eleventh carapace.

"Could it be that this Jing clan man in front of him is actually a great existence like the Supreme Ancestor, the Ancient God King, and the Holy Lord" Linglong was almost shocked in her heart, with her characterization, she couldn't help but shake her eyes, looking at Han Sen and the touch of the god who was slowly wriggling in disbelief.

The disciples of Zhentian Palace also quieted down at this time, they also felt that something was wrong, they had the intention of mocking the two of them before, but now they also felt a little too outrageous.

The Taishang Clan is recognized as the first clan in the universe, and their talents are naturally top-notch, even Tourmaline and Linglong only have the top nine talents, and Han Sen is already the top ten, and they are not finished yet, which is also a little too exaggerated.

"Master Han's talent is a bit high," a Zhentian Palace disciple said in disbelief.

If Han Sen's talent is good, the disciples of Zhentian Palace can accept it, but if Han Sen's talent is much higher than that of the Taishang clan, this is inevitably a little too scary, making them a little unbelievable.

After all, the Jing clan is a well-known technology-based race in the big universe, and the evolution of body genes is not their strong point at all, and now this weakest one has trampled the Taishang clan under their feet, which will inevitably make people feel a little outrageous.

Under the complicated gaze of everyone, the beetle, which was already the size of a fingernail, writhed and wriggled there, and from the open mouth, a smaller insect gradually emerged.

The worm was only the size of a peanut and had an oval body, completely different from what it had been before the Touch.

In the previous ten layers, no matter how it molted, it still maintained the appearance of a one-horned fairy-like beetle, but now this peanut-sized insect is oval like a silkworm cocoon, and it looks fat and very cute.

Everyone looked at the round worm in amazement, even Tourmaline and Linglong, although they had a divine touch, it was also the first time they had seen such a divine touch, and they had never seen it in such a form before.

"Is it really an eleventh class talent" Linglong looked at Han Sen and the touch of the gods with a strange expression, her eyes changed uncertainly, and she seemed to think in her heart.

Han Sen also looked at the touch of the gods on the table, but countless thoughts turned in his heart: "Strange, when the glasses were tested, it was said that the genes were unstable and the results could not be tested, how could this insect keep molting If what they said was true, then wouldn't my talent be against the sky."

However, Han Sen didn't feel how strong his talent was, at least when he was cultivating Gene Story, he felt that his talent was useless, and he still had to rely on the accumulation of resources.

While Han Sen was thinking about it, he saw that the touch of the divine spirit actually moved, and his body arched one by one, crawling towards Han Sen's side.

Tourmaline and Linglong are both stunned, this god's touch is a xenomorph that has been subdued by tourmaline, although it is only a half-step deification, it has not yet reached the deification level, and it has no combat power, but because of its keen sense of genes and blood, it is also a very precious xenomorph.

Generally, the Taishang people who have the touch of the gods will tame them with secret methods, and the touch of the gods will be loyal throughout their lives, until the master dies of old age, they will go to find a new master.

It is said that without Tourmaline's order, it is impossible for the Divine Touch to act privately, but now the Divine Touch actually crawled towards Han Sen without the Tourmaline's order, which made Tourmaline slightly shocked in his heart.

Tourmaline's mind moved slightly, and she wanted to summon the Divine Touch back, but the Divine Touch completely ignored his summons, and still kept crawling towards Han Sen, which surprised Tourmaline.

"What the hell is going on" Tourmaline's face changed, looking at Han Sen and the Divine Touch in incomprehension.

Although the Divine Touch is a half-step deification level xenomorph, its ability is different from that of ordinary xenos, and it does not have strong physical strength, except for its own half-step apotheosis-level tough body, it does not have the destructive power that a half-step apotheosis level should have, and it can't even fly.

It can also float and survive in space, but can only crawl on land.

Han Sen saw it climb to the edge of the table, and then fell off the table, Han Sen reached out to catch it and held it in his palm.

The moment Han Sen caught the touch of the gods, Han Sen suddenly felt a thought coming into his mind, and that thought was full of eager prayers.

Although it was not a word, it was just a thought, but Han Sen could clearly understand the meaning of its prayer.

The thought of "please help me evolve" is probably what it means, and it is full of eagerness and pleading.

"How can I help you evolve, do you still want my blood" Han Sen wondered in his heart, he didn't know how to help this Divine Touch.

"Please, please help me evolve," the Divine Touch could only convey this thought over and over again.

"It seems that this guy's IQ is not high," Han Sen said secretly in his heart.

However, Han Sen soon realized that it should not want blood, because there was still a little blood stain on Han Sen's fingertips, but the Divine Touch was not interested in Han Sen's bloodstains, and just conveyed the idea of praying repeatedly.

"If it weren't for my blood, then the only way I could help it would be the blood veins.

But now my body has not recovered, my energy is very limited, and the strength of the blood vein nerve is not as good as usual, I don't know if it will have an effect on it" Han Sen thought in his heart, so he turned on the blood vein life nerve, let his natal gear dock with the natal gear of the divine touch, and then slowly spun it.

Han Sen also wanted to see what this Divine Touch wanted to do.

The few times he used the Blood Vital Nerve before, Han Sen felt very difficult, whether it was Lando, Baal, even when Gu Qingcheng and Stygian Moon were in the time, Han Sen was doing his best to be able to push their natal gears.

But this time, Han Sen only used a little force, and the natal gear of the Divine Touch was pushed by him, and it spun rapidly

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