Super God Gene

“You're right and the idea is good, but I don't have that much time to waste, so I'm going to take down that phantom shelter in a month.” Hanson said calmly.

“A month?” Jan Manly glanced at Hanson like she was looking at a madman.

“Yes, a month.” Hanson nodded and repeated.

In fact, Hanson has said very conservatively that, with his current strength, he can actually kill himself into a spiritual sanctuary, with more than eighty qualities, hardly any mutant creature can be stronger than him.

But after all, there are more than a dozen mutant creatures in the alien sanctuary, and in the event of a runaway mutant creature, it's a troublesome thing.

And Hanson has not dealt with the spirits, nor is he willing to take too much risk.

Now he can kill if he can, he can't kill, he doesn't have to, just wait a month, after zero comes, it's not a minute to attack a noble spiritual shelter.

But this is incredible for Jan Marie. In her view, Hanson's words are a little too naive to be what a sensible adult should say.

Jan Marie was silent and some regretted her earlier choices and followed someone who was able to speak those big words, making her feel insecure.

Hanson didn't say anything, he wasn't going to convince Jan Manly, and he wasn't going to let Jan Manly follow him to the Grim Shelter, which would expose his true strength.

Hansen also intends to wait for himself to set up the Heroic Refuge and let Yang Manly help him manage it. After all, Yang Manly's details are clear to him, people have believed in it, and there are no other people around Hansen who can use it now.

“Bring the rest of the ice monster flesh, you go back first.” Hansen ate a little barbecue, but because the ice beast was too big, he couldn't even increase the original gene, so he was lazy to continue eating it.

Hanson is still going to hunt down some smaller foreign creatures so he can have the pleasure of adding to his genes.

Otherwise, hunting primitive creatures is easy for Hanson today.

“Am I going back with the flesh?” Jan Manly looked at Hanson incredibly, thinking she had taken such a benefit, how could Hanson let her do something?

“Won't you come back with me to the Grim Shelter?” Hanson looked at Jan Manly with a smile.

Jan Manilton was blushing and his fists were squeezed, but he couldn't even say a word. Although Hanson didn't say it, Yang Manly suddenly found herself a burden, and Yang Manly became a useless burden.

And still, in front of the person who had once blinded her, Yang Manly was ashamed to almost hate not being able to find a hole to go into.

“When I get back to you.” Hanson naturally doesn't understand Yang Manly's mind. In his view, Yang Manly is a more believable person in the shelter, naturally hoping to get some help from her, and he has no other ideas.

Before that, Hansen hadn't really thought about it, and after all, Jan Manly hadn't really done anything to him. Instead, Yang Manly taught him archery.

Hanson packed his things and shoved them back into his backpack, waving at Yang Manly, walking out of the cave and away in the snow.

Watching Hanson leave the back, Jan Manly's face is incredibly complex, now Jan Manly realizes that almost every time she sees Hanson, the feeling Hanson gives her is constantly changing, and by now, she can only look at his back.

She once said to Hansen, "Let Hansen enter the Second Divine Shelter sooner, where it is the real stage," but now she realizes that she, who entered the Second Divine Shelter so long before Hansen, is nothing in front of Hansen, and can still only be Hansen's men.

Hanson went all the way to the great snow mountain where the spiritual refuge was located. He could take down the best himself. He could hunt down some foreign creatures even if it was not helpful, just wait for zero to come up.

The so-called Mountain Running Dead Horse, obviously looking at the spiritual shelter is on the snow mountain, but Hanson rode the golden fur roar for half a day and still hasn't been able to reach the front of the snow mountain.

Instead, a huge iceberg of nearly a hundred feet appeared in front of it, blocking Hanson's path.

Hanson stood next to the iceberg and looked down. He couldn't even see the bottom. It seemed to be getting narrower and narrower. It gradually turned into a line connected to black, as if it were a gateway to hell.

Hanson was about to summon King Golden Sandworm to fly him, but suddenly he heard a strange voice in the ice.

“Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock.”

Hansen stared into the ice, listening only to the sound getting clearer and clearer, not much, Hansen finally saw what the sound was coming from.

On the ice wall of the iceberg, a giant white plush spider, waving its sickle-like paws up from under the ice berm, appeared to have spotted Hanson as his prey.

“There is a way to heaven. If you don't go, hell will throw its own way, then kill you first.” Hanson retreated a distance, waiting for the big spider to crawl out of the ice.

It wasn't long before I saw that big spider climb up from the bottom, snow white body like a big snowball, eight sharp claws, and white barbs, and it looked horrible.

It's just that Hanson took a closer look, and this guy was a little bit like the king crab, and he didn't know if there was any meat in there that tasted like the king crab.

Unaware of the thinness of the giant snow spider, Hanson summoned the Golden Sandworm King and flushed him towards the giant snow spider.

This snow spider looks pretty powerful, but it should be just a primitive alien creature. Not many times after the King of the Golden Sandworm jumped on it, he cut the giant snow spider in half with his claws.

“Hunting for primitive creature Snowball Spiders, without obtaining an animal's soul, eating its flesh randomly obtains 0 to 10 points of primitive genes. ”

Hanson's heart is slightly happy. Snowball spiders are huge among spiders, but in fact, their bodies are just a lap bigger than basketball. Eight legs are just long. There shouldn't be much flesh on them. They should be easy to eat.

Looking at the wound cut open by King Golden Sandworm, it turned out to be the translucent flesh like jelly. Hanson couldn't help but swallow the saliva. Based on his years of experience, this flesh is the most delicious and sweet, it is the finest in the flesh.

Hanson was going to put away the body of the snowball spider, but he immediately felt wrong, and the clicking sounds didn't disappear, which became more dense.

Looking up, you can only see the snowball spiders climbing out of it like avalanches.

Hansen naturally wouldn't be afraid of these snowball spiders, but when Hansen was about to do it, he saw a thick wire pole, full of ruffled white thighs stretched out from beneath the ice, followed by several of the same giant spider legs.