"Okay Heibao, I'm glad you've recovered, now stand guard for me." Reaching out and patting the other party's huge head, Seinfeld called up the information interface.

System: Killing Nation

Name: Seinfeld (Outstanding Evolver (Normal, Excellent, Excellent, Perfect, King, Emperor, Saint, and God))

Gene stage: E2

Ability and skill: "Floating Light Sword Technique"

Item: Desert Bird 0.50AE Hellhound Grim Steelsword

attribute

Strength: 120 (10 for adult men)

Response: 120 (10 for adult men)

Spirit: 120 (10 for adult men)

Energy: 3216 (1 energy for every E-class organism killed)

Gene Chain: 9216 (1 Gene Chain for every E-Class organism killed)

Seinfeld looked at his energy value and gene chain, then opened the mall interface, and found the evolution liquid that had been promoted to the excellent stage in the consumables, and the energy value required below was 100,000, so he could only stay away, even if he didn't use up the 5,000 energy value of the healing black treasure, it was still a big difference.

The gene forging interface was as gray as ever, and Seinfeld converted the entire 9,000 gene chains into energy values, directly raising the "Floating Light Sword Technique" to the Dacheng realm.

"Ding! Successfully converted 9,000 genes into energy values, spent 10,000 energy to forge the Dacheng realm of "Floating Light Sword Technique", and began to forge. ”

Rumble! A terrifying coercion erupted from Seinfeld's body, and Heibao retreated to the door as soon as possible, giving it a feeling of extreme danger.

Seinfeld was all over the baptism of the Dacheng realm of "Floating Light Sword Technique", until the coercion faded, at this moment Seinfeld was surrounded by a simple and calm charm, he opened his eyes, his eyes were clear and ethereal.

"I feel like anything can be cut off with a sword!" Seinfeld felt the power of becoming stronger, and his confidence doubled, and now if he faced that old man zombie, he felt that he didn't need to think about it at all, and he could kill it with a single sword.

This is not blind and arrogant, Seinfeld is very aware of his current strength, until now, Heibao has not dared to approach him, knowing that the person in front of him is its owner and will not harm it, but there is always an inexplicable fear in his heart.

"Heibao, wait a minute." Seinfeld knew that he hadn't completely reined in the pressure, but it wasn't a problem, and it would take a little time to control it.

"Wang!" Heibao didn't wait too long, the fear in his heart completely disappeared, and he immediately pounced on the other party.

After intimacy, Seinfeld felt that Heibao had become a little different after being injured, and he read other emotions from the other party's eyes, and at this moment, he was vigilant and his eyes fell to the door.

"It doesn't look like it's going to be peaceful tonight." Seinfeld opened the door with a sword, and a group of zombies appeared in the hallway.

Shout! I saw a streamer elegantly drawn to the end of the corridor, and everywhere I passed, the zombies turned into minced meat, and Seinfeld, who was standing at the end, looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction.

"Ding! Spend 2000 Energy to successfully forge the Blue Steel Sword into the Cold Iron Sword, spend 100 Energy to successfully purchase a pack of Doomsday Army Food Pills, and spend 100 Energy to successfully purchase TN Rapid Healing Spray. ”

Seinfeld had a bag of yellow paper and a bottle of healing spray in his hand, there were 20 pills in this pack of military ration pills, he took out one and began to eat it, the texture was crisp, the taste was similar to coarse grain, salty and sweet, and overall it was not bad.

"It's a good thing." Seinfeld brings up the info interface again.

System: Killing Nation

Name: Seinfeld (Outstanding Evolver (Normal, Excellent, Excellent, Perfect, King, Emperor, Saint, and God))

Gene stage: E2

Ability and skill: "Floating Light Sword Technique"

Items: Desert Bird 0.50AE, Hellhound, Cold Iron Sword

attribute

Strength: 170 (10 for adult males)

Response: 170 (10 for adult men)

Spirit: 170 (10 for adult men)

Energy: 96 (1 energy for each E-class creature killed)

Gene Chain: 296 (1 Gene Chain for every E-Class organism killed)

Song Fei took out the cold iron sword and looked at it carefully, the sword was four fingers wide, blue-gray, and exuded a cold aura, several times heavier than the blue steel sword, which had no effect on his strength.

"What is this?" Seinfeld was a little surprised to see a complex symbol carved on the sword, and if he hadn't misjudged, it should have been a serial number.

"Maybe if I continue to forge it, it will give me even greater surprises." Seinfeld could completely feel that the cold iron sword contained a huge amount of energy, which he had to explore slowly in the future.

After spending the night in the killing, Seinfeld's eyeballs were bloodshot and slightly tired, counting that he hadn't slept for two days, beckoned Heibao back to the living room. At this time, the door of the room opened, Lin Mengxin and An An and the others walked out, the faces of the four of them were not very good-looking, but they were much better than yesterday's sluggishness.

"They didn't sleep well all night, they had a lot of nightmares, and their clothes were wet with sweat." Lin Meng's heart was extremely distressed, and he poured out to Seinfeld.

Seeing the three of them sitting on the sofa, Seinfeld half-squatted down in front of them and asked softly, "Does it still hurt in your body?" ”

"Big brother, it hurts!" An An looked at Seinfeld in a daze and said hoarsely.

"Close your eyes, brother will do a magic trick for you." Seinfeld took out TN spray and sprayed some on the area where the three were injured.

"Now, it doesn't hurt." Lele touched his cheek, his eyes full of curiosity.

"I don't hurt anymore." Lu Minghao was also surprised.

"It's amazing, now my brother will distribute snacks to you to eat, one for each person, it tastes good."

After giving each of them a doomsday army ration pill, Seinfeld walked up to Lin Mengxin, used some healing sprays on the other party's face and hands, and then asked with concern, "Are there any other injuries?" ”

"No, no." After the pain on his body recovered quickly, Lin Mengxin was taken aback, and after listening to Seinfeld's words, he was extremely nervous, and shook his head shyly.

Seinfeld was a little suspicious that the other party was lying, but he didn't ask, handed the other party a soldier food pill, and introduced: "This is a good thing, you won't be hungry for a day if you eat one, eat it quickly, and we'll leave here after eating." ”

"Uh-huh." Lin Mengxin ate in small bites, trying not to make a sound, and his eyes moistened slightly.

An An rattled his food, and after a while, he finished eating, and stretched out his hand towards Seinfeld, "Big brother, I still want to eat." ”

"So do we." Lele and Minghao said in unison after eating.

"This thing is delicious, but you can only eat one a day, and if you eat too much, your stomach will hurt, so it's time for us to get out of here now." Seinfeld smiled and hugged An An.

"Big, where's Big Brother Dad?" Lu Minghao looked at Seinfeld, he hadn't seen Lu Boyuan for a long time, and he really wanted to know where he had gone.

Song Fei touched Lu Minghao's head and said, "Your father went to a far away place and left last night, but before he left, I hope that Xiao Minghao will listen to me in the future." ”

"Dad, big brother, I miss Dad, woo." Lu Minghao kept wiping his tears, not understanding why his father left and didn't take himself with him.

"Minghao is good, your father will come back one day." Lin Mengxin hugged him in his arms.

"Sister." Lele hurriedly reached out and grabbed Lin Mengxin's arm, as if complaining that the other party didn't care about him.

Then Seinfeld recalled the black treasure that was gnawing flesh and blood on the corridor, he walked in front with a sword in one hand and An An in the other, Lin Mengxin took Lele and Lu Minghao in the middle, and Heibao was in charge of the back of the palace.