Super God Gene

Hanson stared dead at the seemingly dying blackbird and the giant snowball spider, ready to look at the opportunity, and went up to give it a little bit, maybe he could get a god-blooded beast soul.

But before Hanson had a chance, he suddenly heard the roar of the beast coming from one end of the iceberg, followed by the roaring hooves.

“Is there another bloodthirsty creature?” Hansen was horrified.

Soon, however, Hanson discovered that he was wrong. He was not a bloodthirsty creature. He saw only a bunch of ice beasts with trained soldiers. He rushed this way. Look at the position, let alone three or four hundred.

The herd of ice monsters rushed up toward the tentacle monster without fear of death. One of them bit the tentacles with death. The tentacle monster swept across his hand, sweeping several ice monsters at once, but more ice monsters rushed up without fear of death to catch the tentacle monster.

After the Ice Armor herd, Hanson looked at giant ice bears, unicorned snow wolves, snowy monsters, and each one looked stunning.

At the end of the team is a white body with a bloody patterned white tiger, and on the back of the white tiger sits a cold woman in a gorgeous sacrificial robe with purple eyes and purple hair, holding a scepter that looks like ice crystals, staring at the tentacles, black birds and snowball spiders.

Seeing the cold-blooded woman like a priest, the scepter in her hand pointed a little bit at the tentacles, and those ice bears, snow wolves, and snow monsters, shocked the roar of the sky, one by one rushed to the tentacles like fate.

Among the original alien survival laws, lower aliens have a natural fear of advanced aliens and do not dare to fight advanced aliens.

But whether those who appear to be mutated ice bears, snowmonsters, or primitive ice beasts, there is no fear of the God-blood tentacles, who, under the command of that cold woman, do not fear death to fight the tentacles.

“Spirit!” Hanson hid behind an ice wall and looked at the cold woman with amazement. Her skin was bright and snowy, and her purple eyes appeared like cats' vertical eyes. Her ears were a little pointy, and at first glance she knew it was not human.

Hansen had previously known only that there was a noble spiritual in the spiritual shelter on Mount Snow, and now it looks like this cold-blooded woman is no different.

The foreign creatures she leads are similar to what Hanson has heard.

It's just that Hanson doesn't know what this aristocratic sorceress is trying to do. Look at this battle, she's supposed to be launching all the power in the whole spiritual shelter.

But the number of foreign creatures such as Ice Armor Beast is not the opponent of the tentacle monster. Ice Armor beast can't even bite the skin of the tentacle monster. The attack of those mutant creatures can only leave some light scars on the tentacle of the tentacle monster, which does not seem to have much effect.

Instead, the tentacles of the tentacles can smash a few ice beasts and break the bones and flesh of those ice beasts, even if they are not dead, they have lost half their lives.

At a time when Hansen was wondering what the bottom line was, he suddenly saw the aristocratic sorceress lift up the ice-crystal scepter in her hand.

The ice-crystal scepter emits an icy ripple of light, gradually wrapping the body of the nobleman's spirits in it, just between moments, and sees the mysterious spells on the nobleman's spiritual priests' robe shine, as if they had survived, wrapping the nobleman's spirits in a light.

After the light gradually faded, Hanson looked clearly at the strange appearance of the aristocratic woman and suddenly opened his eyes.

At this time, the noble female spirit has been wrapped in a set of gorgeous armor like ice-crystal jade stone, engraved with many bloody patterns, the whole armor is full of mystery and gorgeousness, the supporting noble female spirit is even more elegant.

And the ice-crystal scepter in her hand, at this time, had been turned into an ice-crystal bloodstained long gun, held beside her by an aristocratic female alien, eyes like a sword staring at the tentacles.

“Kill!” the aristocratic woman sighed cold, sat down blood white tiger rushed towards the tentacle monster, several landings had jumped onto the tentacle monster.

The tentacle monster entangled the two divine blood creatures and was surrounded by so many ice and mutant beasts. Although it could not do much harm to it, it was unable to focus its attention and did not find that the bloodstained white tiger had jumped over its head.

The bloodstained white tiger was in the air, the noble woman on its back had a crystal gaze, stared over the tentacle head, and at the moment when the bloodstained white tiger crossed the tentacle monster, the ice crystal bloodstained gun in the noble woman's alien hand finally moved.

It seemed like an ice light cold electric, the ice crystal bloodline gun instantly stabbed the tentacles and squeezed a stitched eye, suddenly only heard a scream, the tentacles violently shook, a dozen huge tentacles madly danced, and suddenly a lot of foreign creatures and two divine blood creatures shook out of it.

The noble lady spirit was immovable. Sitting down, the white tiger's hooves borrowed power on the tentacle monster, and she rushed to the top of the tentacle monster again with the noble lady spirit.

Boom!

But this time, the tentacles who were not caught by other things, timely discovered the action of the blood-stained white tiger, one of the tentacles pulled over, severely pulled the blood-stained white tiger out.

In the moment when the blood-stained white tiger was drawn out, the noble and glamorous aristocratic female spirit, the long leg wrapped in armor moved almost simultaneously, the toe on the back of the blood-stained white tiger a little, the whole convex body jumped high, holding the ice-crystal blood-stained long gun in both hands, severely stabbed the other eye of the tentacle monster.

Howl!

The other eye of the tentacle monster was also stabbed, and the howling sounded again. This time it did not dance to tentacle, but it contracted sharply, directly into the cold pool, along with the aristocratic sorceress still on its body, brought it into the cold pool, making the water splash count several heights.

Hanson looked at the gaze, that noble female spirit was stronger than he thought, and should be about eighty points in body, arguably the top of the noble female spirit.

Most importantly, that noble female alien is masterful of martial arts. In combat, her figure and marksmanship are superior and not inferior to the evolutionists of humankind.

A moment later, the cold tank gradually calmed down, but heard a loud water noise, English forced noble female spirits out of the cold tank, all dripping cold water, a long purple hair is all wet, affixed to the ice crystal blood armor, don't have a touch.

But Hanson also understood that the aristocratic female spirits only hurt the tentacles' weak eyes, so that the tentacles retreated into the depths of the cold, and she also did not have the ability to kill the tentacles.