Super God Gene

“Looking at the silver and silver look, shouldn't this gourd be dangerous? But if it's good, why isn't it responding at all?” Hanson couldn't guess the outcome, but he didn't dare to risk it. He was going to wait for his injury to get better and find a place where no one could throw the gourd away.

It would be better if there were an abyss or something, so as not to look back and see what monsters are hurting people.

Hanson didn't want to smash the gourd open to see what was in it, but it was too hard. He couldn't even hurt himself with his bloody sword. He couldn't break it.

Hanson was so badly injured, with the help of a little silver fox, he still had three or four days to get out of bed and walk around freely. If he wanted to recover completely, it would certainly not have been possible without ten and a half days.

Hanson wanted to take the gourd and throw it away, but thinking that he still had 36 black crow feathers in his hand, after making the arrow, with the peacock crossbow, he might be able to shoot the gourd through.

Hanson looked closely at the black feathers of the crows, a little more than a foot long, all ink and black, like brown iron, a circular hollow tube in the middle, black fine hair on both sides, very tightly arranged diagonally, looking like two pieces of brown iron.

But if you touch it backwards with your hands, the fine hair is easily pressed down and affixed to the hollow tube, which looks soft.

But if the reverse hair is touched, it is sharp and frightening, like a sharp blade formed by countless fine steel needles, very odd.

And the roots of the feathers, the hollow tubes, are sharply thinned, forming a pointed vertebrae, which is very good for penetration.

“I wonder if this feather can fit directly into a peacock crossbow?” Hanson summoned the peacock crossbow and tried to fit the black feathers of the crow into the arrow groove.

Better than Hanson expected, the crow feathers fit in smoothly, because when the feathers go forward, the leaning feathers go backwards, so they don't stop the crossbow from shooting at all.

And once you hit the target, the feathers go in, and it's hard to pull them out again. Pull them outwards, the reversed fine hair will turn into a barb, directly cutting the flesh and guts, it's horrible.

Hanson tried to shoot a crow feather arrow out, only a black light instantly crossed a distance of two or three thousand meters, directly shot through a tree that could only be surrounded by a few people, and the crow feather arrow continued to shoot through three more large trees with thick buckets, so his strength disappeared.

“Strong... really strong...” Han Sen-hee almost jumped up and quickly picked up the crow feather arrow.

A black feather arrow was penetrated into the groove by Hanson, but it can only contain fifteen or six arrows at a time, which is already the limit, or because feathers are thinner than regular arrows, and for ordinary crossbows, it can only contain eighty-nine.

After loading the feather arrows, Hanson found a mountain wall, placed the gourd in a stone stitch, held the peacock crossbow, and shot directly at a crow feather arrow.

Boom!

The black feather arrow was in the middle of the gourd, only to hear a loud noise, the mountain rock collapsed, and directly blew the mountain wall out of a large pit, but the gourd still lay undamaged in the broken stone pit.

Hanson was still not dead. Peacock even fired crossbows at the gourd arrow after arrow after arrow, listening only to the bursting sound, the mountain walls were blown through a big hole, but the gourd still didn't even hurt the skin.

“Fuck, what the hell is this gourd?” Hansen was in shock.

But just think about it, the crow itself can't handle the gourd vine, take off the black feather to escape, and it's normal for the black feather to shoot without the gourd.

Hansen grabbed the gourd, his mood was so complicated, he hesitated for a long time. Hansen bite hard and brought the gourd to the front of an abyss. He reached out and threw the gourd into the abyss.

Hanson was really afraid of a poisonous bee in a gourd or something. The story of a farmer and a snake, Hanson had heard it countless times since he was a kid, and he didn't want to be bitten back.

However, Hansen had just thrown the gourd out, and the little silver that had been lying on his shoulder ran out, grabbed the gourd in one bite, turned back to Hansen, and threw up the gourd in Hansen's hand.

“What the hell do you mean?” Hanson pinched the gourd and stared at the little silver fox.

But the little silver fox could not speak, and he could not answer him, but lay on his shoulder, shaking gracefully the big, shrugging tail.

Hanson couldn't find a result. He glanced at the little silver fox and reached out and threw the gourd into the abyss.

Little Silver Fox did jump out again and bring back the gourd and spit it in Hansen's hands. This time Hansen understood perfectly. Little Silver Fox did want him to leave the gourd behind.

Hanson looked at the little silver fox for a while before pinching the gourd and turning away from the abyss.

Since it's something the little silver fox insists on leaving behind, Hanson thinks there shouldn't be any danger, maybe it's really good.

And while he was holding the gourd, there were no dangerous warnings, so I don't think it would be a big problem.

It's just that the heart inside the gourd fluctuates, but Hanson's heart is always concerned, usually holding the gourd in his hand, always closely watching the fluctuations inside the gourd.

Since the return of Tianzhu Shenshan, the similar heart fluctuations in the gourd have not broken. It has been beating in such an orderly manner, but it is still very weak. If you do not hold it in your hand, you will not feel any slight fluctuations inside.

Hansen played with the gourd handle for a few days. I don't know if that's what the gourd was born for, or why Hansen played with it. The original yellow gourd turned some crystalline, like yellow jade, and the interior revealed a hint of gold wire, which looks very refined and elegant.

And the heartbeat in the gourd seemed a little stronger, but still very weak.

After almost half a month of rest, Hanson's injuries were almost fine, and Heartston lived.

Now he has a peacock crossbow and a crow feather arrow, and as long as he doesn't meet a perverted superdivine creature like the crow, he may have a chance to kill it.

“Where can I find a persimmon? If it's a superdivine creature like a red cloud mule, you can try it. Even if you can't die, you have a chance to escape.” Hansen thought.

But there was that crow above Tianzhu Shenshan Mountain, and Hansen was really a little afraid to go.

As for the superdivine creatures in the ocean, Hanson doesn't have to think about it at all, and the power of the crossbow will be greatly reduced in the ocean.

The queen said there was something going back to the league, and Hanson wanted to ask her where the superdivine creatures were easier to kill, but neither left nor right waited for her to return.

Just as Hanson hesitated to find a way back to the ice field, he suddenly heard a knock outside.

“Who?” asked Hanson frowned.

“Brother Han, it's me.” A voice rang outside the door, but it was Chen Yang's voice.

Hansonton was slightly beamed. Chen Yan was still dead, and he came to the door on his own initiative, not knowing what he was trying to do.