Hearing the last,

Shen Jin clenched his fists, and the cold sweat dripped from his forehead.

When Liu Shicai saw this situation, he hurriedly asked, "What did he say!"

Chen Jin calmed for a moment, and translated word by word:

"The strong men in the tribe are crazy, they have become aliens who die at their own hands.

Over the years, we cultivators have integrated the blood abilities of foreign races into their bodies, thus gaining special abilities.

And the price is that human beings are no longer the pure human beings before.

There are also bloodlines of alien races hidden in our bodies.

Like a curse, it can never be eliminated.

Once stimulated, humans will transform into alien races again.

In the future, humans must be locked into the holy with genes to resist this curse from bloodline.

He became a saint with his superpowers. In the end, he could only be a wedding dress for the alien race."

Chen Jin clenched his fists and gritted his teeth: "He means that the psychic person is going to be promoted to the fourth level. It's a dead end!"

The scene was silent.
Chapter completed!