Super God Gene

In front of this golden lion alien creature, Hansen may not be as good as an ant, and even if he were a full-fledged king of golden sand worms, he might just as well be a puppy cat in front of it.

Hanson was horrified in his heart and was about to retreat quietly, but he turned around and suddenly only felt cold and sweaty in his heart, almost shouting.

At the time of his arrival, a giant beast, like a mammoth, was shooting angrily towards this side, not to mention thousands of heads, the power was enormous, the booming hooves were like thunder, the trembling valley seemed to be trembling, all Hansen's attention was attracted by the golden lion eating the beast, did not notice when these beastly foreign creatures rushed in.

Watching foreign creatures rush in like a tide, Hanson is only two or three thousand meters away. At the speed of those mammoths, I'm afraid they'll be able to drive in a moment. Hanson looked around, all steep mountain peaks, and the only way forward was blocked by that giant golden lion.

Once he bit his teeth, Hanson summoned the blood-changing beast to merge with himself and wanted to climb up the mountain wall to hide. As long as he wasn't moving too fast, he shouldn't be discovered.

But Hanson had just tried to climb up the mountain wall and suddenly found a black cloud pressed into the sky. He looked closely at what cloud was. It was all a giant black monster with wings five or six meters long, and flew in groups over the surrounding mountain peaks. Those two bloody cold eyes were staring dead at the situation below.

Hanson had a cold heart and the birds' eyes were the worst. If he didn't move, the discoloration camouflage could fool them, but he climbed up the mountain wall, and the discoloration camouflage would show some blemishes, not necessarily escaping the eyes of those giant black freaks.

“Who the fuck says foreign life in the Jade Dragon Mountains is scarce? This is a bunch of fucking monsters!” Hanson cursed himself in the heart of the person who wrote the file.

However, there is no time left for Hanson to hesitate, the mammoth group behind is about to rush over, and there are bare mountain walls surrounding him, there is no place for him to hide, even if he stands against the mountain wall, I'm afraid it is difficult to avoid the crushing and collision of so many mammoths.

But he didn't dare to climb up, the mountain was full of strange birds staring at blood, black pressure covered most of the mountain, surrounded by mountain peaks everywhere, it was hard to believe that he could escape those strange birds' cold eyes.

As soon as he bit his teeth, Hanson pulled his legs and moved in the direction of the golden lion.

The golden lion, though unmatched, is countless times more terrifying than the mammoth herd and the weird bird herd, but its size is too big, and Hanson is probably no different from the ants and fleas in his eyes.

Now that Hanson is using the discoloration capability again, he doesn't necessarily notice Hanson.

Hanson felt that instead of risking climbing the mountain wall, he might as well take a chance on the Golden Lion. Those strange birds would not dare to approach the Golden Lion. He pretended to be a flea hiding in the hair of the Golden Lion. It was not too late to find a way out of the predicament in front of him.

Trying to take a few steps towards the Golden Lion, the Golden Lion had nothing to do with it, and the strange bird on the nearby peak had flapped its wings at him and blamed himself, apparently finding him.

Several weird birds have poured down with their wings patted, apparently to catch Hanson's prey.

Where does Hanson hesitate, he pulls his legs and runs to the Golden Lion, where he is now the only way to live.

Now that Hanson has some regrets, he is a little swollen, knowing that the Jade Dragon Mountains are extremely dangerous, but he always thinks that his ability must be fine.

But now that it's too late to regret it, Hanson just prays that the golden lion doesn't take him seriously, just treat him like an ant flea so he can have a refuge.

I don't know if Hansen's prayers worked, but the golden lion didn't notice Hansen. Instead, he was interested in the weird birds chasing Hansen.

The claws swung and suddenly fleshed the flesh of a strange bird that chased Hanson, grabbing it directly into the big mouth of the blood pelvis, chewing it with the fur bones twice and swallowing it directly.

The rest of the weird birds flew screaming and were afraid to keep up with Hansen, who by now had run to the rear hoof of the Golden Lion.

The back hoof is no different to a hill for Hansen. Hansen doesn't say anything and grabs the golden hair directly and climbs up. Each of the golden hair has a thick arm and a tight, numb squeeze together. Hansen climbs up without any effort.

He didn't dare to leave the realm of the Golden Lion. The strange birds were staring at him, but if they were too far away, they would probably be attacked by a crowd of strange birds.

Standing next to him is even more afraid, the eyes of the mammoth group are about to rush over, then there will inevitably be a vicious war, he is afraid that he will be trampled to death by the golden lion, the only way to live is to climb the back of the golden lion.

Fortunately, Hansen was too small for a golden lion to be seen at all. Hansen grabbed the golden hair and climbed it up with his hands and feet, just lying on the back thigh of the golden lion, and the golden lion stood up.

Hansonton felt like he was dumped outside a flying train, hurrying his limbs and wrapped around a blond hair.

The key word of "Wrapped in the Devil" is now used by Hanson, but it is also used properly. But unfortunately, it's not his body, it's just his hair.

Those angry mammoths rushed into front of the Golden Lion and launched a fierce offensive against the Golden Lion, but in front of the Golden Lion, it was like an egg touching a rock.

The lions in the flock are some too much to lift the mammoths, it's a bloody unilateral massacre, and the mammoths are no different than suicide.

The golden lion is like an ancient beast, heavenly and jealous, grabbing several mammoths in the palm of his hand and even chewing them directly into his mouth.

Just for a moment, the mountains have bloodshed into rivers and bones, and the golden lions are raging wildly, not even looking at the mammoth herd, just as a dinner.

The mammoth herd, however, has been fearless in its suicide attacks on the golden lion, but it has no use at all. The golden lion has killed thousands of mammoths and eaten them indiscriminately. Thousands of mammoths have been killed in less than half an hour.

After eating some of its own, the Golden Lion had no interest in the body of the mammoth, and rose to the depths of the mountains.

A bunch of black freaks screaming down, a ghost pounding on the bones of those mammoths, a bloody feast was just beginning.