Super God Gene

Hanson found a safe spot, picked up a few dead branches and started a fire, got a pot of water, and threw the treated King of Ghosttooth Snakes meat chunks into the slow boil.

The snake was not too big. After boiling it down, only two bowls of water were left to boil. This took the meat out, and the hot broth was poured down.

“Eat the Haunted Toothpaste King flesh and get a little mutant gene. ”

Drink the broth clean, and Hanson gets a little mutant gene.

The snake, Hanson, was directly roasted dry, made into a snake jerky and put it in the package. The snake, though small, also had twenty or thirty kilos, he could not eat it all at once, and took it with him on the road as dry food.

“Meow...” Meow King tore a piece of snake-dried meat, looked stunning, ate a piece and threw it at Hansen Meow, screaming and rubbing Hansen with his shrugged body.

Hanson waved directly and took Meek-jun back, which is a piece of food that he let go of his stomach and he could eat a whole ghost toothsnake king.

Continuing to fly into the dark marshes, watching the various animals and poisonous worms that emerge from time to time beneath his feet, Hansen's heart grew more excited. This is indeed a precious area where humans cannot reach, and it is easy to find mutant creatures.

Hanson flew two days and saw three mutant creatures, but with the exception of Haunted Tooth Serpent King, both of them were too big, and Hanson didn't do it.

In addition to the necessary rest time, Hanson has been in a hurry, and his main goal is the sea of flowers, and the mutant black needle bees there.

Two more days later, Hanson's luck was not very good, and he only saw a mutant creature that looked like a crocodile, but the guy was more than a dozen meters long, really scary and powerful, and Hanson didn't have an idea, and flew straight from there.

By the fifth day Hansen entered the dark swamp, Hansen's luck had finally arrived. In a lake that was not too big, the water in the lake was crystal clear. In the light of the sun, he could see the bottom of the water at a glance, which was about a meter or two deep. In that lake, Hansen had seen a flock of big silver fish, each more than a foot long, with a back fin like a serrated tooth, stretching from the top of his head to the tail, which looked extremely scary.

And in that crowd of big silver fish, you can occasionally see one or two of the same sizes, but they're all like gold, glittering in the sun with golden squares.

Hanson jumped almost excitedly, and the golden sawdust in the lake was roughly dotted, and there were as many as seventy-eight, which were all mutant creatures.

“Haha, the Dark Swamp is here. This is my paradise.” Hanson took off the soul of the Last Day on his back with excitement and fired a sniper arrow at a golden sawtooth in the water.

The sniper arrow went into the water like a black lightning bolt, and all of a sudden it hit the back of the golden sawtooth, but only listened to one sound, and the sniper arrow slid aside, leaving only a white mark on the golden scale, but it was not able to shoot through the scale.

Hanson quickly pulled the sniper arrow back, and the attacked golden sawdust ran around the lake like crazy, but he couldn't find the enemy, instead smashing several silver sawdust around him.

The golden serrated blade on its back is so sharp that as long as it is crossed by his serrated blade, I'm afraid steel will have to be cut out of a hole as well.

Hanson frowned slightly when he didn't think that even five percent steel arrows couldn't shoot through the scale of the golden sawtooth.

With so many golden sawdust here, and in the shape of a golden sawdust, Hanson must be able to eat one a day, absolutely a superb addition to the mutant gene, he really doesn't want to give up so easily.

“I need a good arrow. I need an animal soul arrow.” Hansen was depressed, when he had an arrow of animal souls, one arrow at a time, he could shoot all these golden sawtooth fish.

Hanson flew over the lake, carefully watched the golden serrated fish, and after a while, his eyes suddenly lit up, he went to chop off a long branch, and then flew back, holding it and stirring it into the water.

The stunned silver-toothed fish and the gold-toothed fish crashed into each other, a fierce one, but Hanson's eyes lit up.

Because the serrated blades on their backs are too hard to bend, they swim quickly in the water, but change direction and jump are difficult to do.

Hansen is happy, which means he can get close to the lake without having to worry about being attacked by the sawdust.

The Z-steel arrow can't hurt the sawtooth. He also has a Hurrow knife that is sharper than the Z-steel arrow. If you can get close to the golden sawtooth, you should be able to kill it.

However, Hansen Shuro is a short weapon, a total of four feet long. Hansen cut another branch about two meters thick and fixed Shuro's knife to one end of the branch, so that it looks like a large, long gun.

Flying under the lake for a while, when a golden sawtooth approached the lake, Hanson plunged a fast knife into it, like a fisherman's forklift, and Hulo's war knife pierced the scale of the golden sawtooth and pulled it into his body.

Hanson was overjoyed and pulled Shura's knife out of nowhere and returned to the sky without greed.

After all, the Shura knife is fixed to the branches. If the golden serrated fish struggling with brutality and dying are hard dried, the branches themselves can still be easily broken. If the Shura knife is to fall into the water, it will be a little troublesome.

The heavily traumatized golden sawtooth went wild in the water, not knowing how many silver sawtooth fish had been injured, but not long later, it gradually became immobile, and soon it turned its belly white and floated to the lake.

“Hunting for a mutant blood sawfish without obtaining an animal soul, eating a mutant blood sawfish randomly obtains a 0 to 10 point mutant gene. ”

Hanson fished up the mutant blood sawfish and almost groaned with happiness.

When it was hot, Hanson hunted mutant blood sawfish the same way, and when the sun went down, he killed four mutant blood sawfish.

“Ha ha, hunting four mutant creatures a day, this is my blessing indeed.” Hanson found a safe place by the lake to peel off all the fish from the mutant blood sawfish, some directly cooked and others marinated in salt, ready to be dried.

“Eat the mutant blood sawfish flesh, get a little mutant gene...”

“Eat the mutant blood sawfish flesh, get a little mutant gene...”

With fat fish in his mouth, listening to the growing voice of mutant genes, Hanson's happiness is almost coming out.