In the cave, the light is relatively dim.

Ning Tao cultivated himself for a while and swallowed another elixir. He was basically fine. He was just pretending before.

With a swipe of his hand, two black boxes appeared in his hand.

This is a unique product of the Issi family, a dreamy liquid. It is said to be able to enhance the soul and strengthen the ethereal existence.

Looking at these three groups of colorful crystals, Ning Tao fell into hesitation, because the soul is nothing and cannot be figured out. Can these things really have a miraculous effect on the soul?

After thinking for a while, he gradually focused on Ms.

I found a spiritual rope from the ring, and I didn't know where the magic weapon was from, and tied him tightly.

Seeing that he was still unconscious, Ning Tao waved his hand and directly sucked a large ball of cold water from a puddle, and then poured it all on his head.

"Crash."

Mus was stimulated and woke up with a fright, but one side of his head seemed to be numb, and there were bouts of cramping pain that seemed to be about to burst.

"Ah...I...my head..."

Ning Tao raised his eyebrows, slightly surprised. His punch was not too strong for a person at the level of a strong infant refining expert.

This guy's strength has reached the pseudo-god level, so he shouldn't be like this, but he can't even pretend to have that kind of expression.

By the way,

Genetics focus on the physical body, body, and soul, which are their shortcomings. After all, no matter how good your genes are, you cannot drive your soul. The two are completely unrelated.

But if you look at it this way, SSS-level genetic warriors should not exist. This makes no sense at all.

If the soul does not transform, how can it reach the divine realm?

And that Zhan Jiu gave him the feeling that he was a genuine god. Although he was weak, he had essence.

Ning Tao's eyes were faint, as if he had found a key point at this moment, a secret about the gene user.

How did they become gods?

"Ah... my head... is cracked."

Looking at the distorted face of Mus, his eyes flickered and thoughts surged in his mind, and he was just one step away from the so-called truth.

As we all know, if a monk wants to break through to the divine realm, the most important thing is to transform his soul into a divine soul. This is a kind of sublimation of essence. Only after transformation can he be called... "god"!

If a monk wants to reach this point, he needs several years of hard work, accumulation, opportunities, and opportunities.

It may seem difficult, but if you succeed, the fruits of victory will be intoxicating to you forever.

Looking back at the geneticists, although the system is different, the essence is the same. To reach this step, they all need the transformation of "spiritual transformation".

If geneticists rely solely on themselves or genetic medicine, Ning Tao thinks they will never succeed in their lifetime.

If you can't do it yourself, then I'm afraid there is only one reasonable way left, which is also the most common... external force!

external force……

Ning Tao muttered, and his eyes gradually became dazzling. He looked at Mus who was wailing at his feet and the dreamy liquid he collected from him. Everything came to light.

He suppressed his excitement, grabbed Mu Si's mouth, and forced a pill into his mouth. He had something to ask.

As the elixir was digested, his wails decreased a lot, but Ning Tao's punch caused too much damage to him, hitting him right on the temple, and the effect of the elixir was only to suppress the pain.

Just at this moment, Musi was sweating profusely, the veins on his forehead were prominent, and he was not very awake at the moment.

Ning Tao's eyes flashed and he whispered in his ear: "What are the conditions for you geneticists to become SSS level?"

There was confusion in Muse's eyes. After a moment, he casually said: "We need divine liquid...!"

"Then do you have divine fluid in your body?" Ning Tao asked tentatively.

Mus was lost in thought, frowned and said, "Yes, they are two balls of divine fluid, which the eldest young master gave me for my breakthrough."

Hearing this, Ning Tao understood that the dream liquid was the divine liquid he mentioned, and the breakthrough... depended on it.

He thought for a while and then said quietly: "Where can I get the divine liquid? How many SSS-level genetic warriors do you have in the United States now? Do you have any plans...?"

Musi's mind was not yet clear, and what he said just now was completely answered casually, but his brows were as furrowed as mountains and rivers.

"The divine fluid is only available to the Isi family, and only they can reward it...!"

"The Bureau seems to have formed a team called the God of War Team. They are all geneticists. Master Zhan Jiu is...!"

When he said this, a flash of clarity flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly woke up from that hazy state and became speechless for an instant.

The two looked at each other for a few times, but Mus's face gradually turned pale. What did he just say in a daze?

There seems to be divine liquid, the God of War team...

When he thought of this, a murderous intention emerged in his heart. He must not let this secret be leaked, otherwise he would be a traitor to his country.

He immediately opened his eyes angrily, and was about to riot, but the spiritual rope on his body was shrinking, getting tighter and tighter, and it actually choked him.

"Ahem...!"

Ning Tao had been watching with cold eyes. The spiritual rope seemed to be getting tighter and tighter as he struggled, but he unexpectedly found the treasure.

Musi also noticed it and did not dare to struggle, but stared at Ning Tao fiercely and yelled: "Damn you bastard, what did you do to me, how could I become like this?"

"Isn't it obvious? I defeated you and then tied you up, that's it," Ning Tao said, spreading his hands.

defeat?

Musi's eyes widened and he said in astonishment: "You said that you, a little bastard, made a fortune out of me. How is that possible?"

"Crack!"

A big mouth twitched, very loudly.

"How about it, do you believe it now?" Ning Tao joked.

The burning pain and the fact that he was staring at his eyes were so nakedly placed in front of him, which was extremely shocking.

He was a dignified A-level top geneticist, equivalent to a pseudo-god in the realm of monks. Not only was he defeated, he was also slapped in the face.

Mus was furious and roared: "I don't believe what you did to me. How can you, a little bastard, defeat me? I am about to become a super genetic warrior. There is absolutely no way I can fail..."

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Seeing his red eyes, Ning Tao took out the black box, pointed at the dreamy liquid inside and said, "Can this divine liquid increase the power of the soul? Does it have any hidden dangers?"

When he sees his things being taken away and his future brilliant road cut off, his enemies still lick his face and ask him how his things are?

He roared with red eyes: "I will never tell you, despicable monk, if you dare, let me go and let's fight one on one. If you win, I will tell you everything."

"I……!"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt that the rope that bound him was loosened and returned to Ning Tao's hands spiritually.

He looked shocked. As soon as he raised his head, he heard Ning Tao's sneer, "You want to fight one on one, right?"
Chapter completed!