Super God Gene

Silkworm baby Yao Wuyanwei climbed to the top of the earth peak and climbed a long way around the moon flower. Soon he discovered the five honey crystals on it. If no one else jumped on it, he started eating those honey crystals.

“These golden winged bees aren't easy, they've been robbed by ghost-eyed spiders, and now they have to supply a bee crystal to such a bug. It's pathetic to be a bee.” Hanson now finally figured out that this is what he's here to eat for protection.

But even the Bee King feared it so much, he wanted to come to the beginning. Hanson looked at it with a newly acquired ghost mask, and saw that the red inside the foreign creature like the silkworm baby was as fiery as a flame, much stronger than the small silver silver, but it looked just like the Bee King.

Hanson really doesn't understand why this little thing can threaten the Golden Winged Bee King, let the Bee King honestly hand over the honey crystal, in terms of strength, it doesn't look stronger than the Bee King, let alone the Bee King has so much help, it should not be difficult to defeat it.

But if this guy tastes good here, neither the King of Bees nor the Golden Wings will dare come out.

“Is this guy that good?” Hanson swept it with a hollow air field and found it spinning, refining the honey crystals he ate.

“It's only the second generation of Super God, and so is his strength. Little angels should be much stronger than it is.” Hanson looked more confused and wondered why the bug was so arrogant.

Five honey crystals were just a moment, and the worm like the silkworm swallowed them all down. After eating the honey crystal, it still didn't leave, and stood on the earth peak to suppress the half-bottom and make strange noises.

Soon after, the king flew out and looked at the insect in the air. The insect squeaked again. The king appeared a little angry and danced quickly in the air.

Watching a bee and a bug communicating there was enough to leave Hanson alone.

The Bee King was very angry, but eventually he seemed to have succumbed, and after reaching some kind of agreement, he flew back into the hive with three honey crystals all in front of the bug.

But the bug was not satisfied, and he squeaked at the queen of bees, and jumped on a stone, yelling louder and louder. It was like a little bully king.

Originally Hanson thought that this time the Bee King should be unbearably angry, why fight this little bug, I didn't expect that the Bee King finally succumbed, took out three more honey crystals from the beehive and put them in front of the little bug.

So the little bug climbed down from the stone satisfied and continued to eat the honey crystal satisfied.

The Bee King seemed to have gone back to the hive in frustration, and there was nothing he could do about such a squeeze.

“What exactly is the origin of this guy's ability to make the Bee King look like this? Is there something stronger behind it than Mom and Dad? That's why he's so arrogant?” Hanson thought about it all at once.

If this guy still has the same kind, he can kill the little one first, then kill the old one together, the same breath circulation technique, and absorb all the life genetic essence of the worm family.

The bug ate four more honey crystals, and it seemed that some of them could not be eaten anymore. The little body had been raised and drummed and round, like a little skin ball.

Shh!

The little bug screamed again, Hansen thought it was going to call the king again for what, but soon Hansen found out that the little bug was not calling the king.

In the mouth of the insect, he sprayed silkworm-like thin threads, a circle on himself, quickly wrapped his body in a cocoon.

“Is this guy actually a young creature, about to change toward an adult?” Hansonton's face changed.

If it's true, as he guesses, Hanson understands why the Bee King is so afraid of it, he's so fierce now, and when it turns into an adult, he doesn't know how horrible the power is. That's why the Bee King is so shy of it and willingly squeezed by it.

“We have to kill this guy.” Hanson had just tried to do it, but Cao Xuan had swept the cocoon and stopped again.

Hanson found that the flow of air in the cocoon was changing, somewhat different from what he had previously documented, and was still changing.

It seemed to be two different breath circulation techniques that forced Hanson to stop.

If he kills that bug now, wouldn't it be a big loss if the breath spinning technique he just wrote down doesn't work?

After hesitating, Hanson withheld his hand and continued to watch the scent change in the cocoon, recording it all.

The smell of the cocoon fluctuates greatly, just overnight, the smell inside completely changes. Had it not been for the sight, Hanson would not have believed that these two completely different smell circulation techniques would have appeared on the same superdivine creature.

“What's this guy going to look like?” Hanson was curious, but by early morning, the atmosphere had stopped changing and seemed to have been transformed.

When the first ray of light appeared from the east, the cocoon snapped and cracked a gap, only a silver butterfly with its wings closed, struggling to climb out of the cocoon.

But the cocoon looked a little stiff, hard to break completely all at once, the silver butterfly just drilled out one head and half of its body and wings were still inside.

Hanson's heart suddenly summoned the little angel, and he picked up the peacock crossbow himself, shooting at the silver butterfly.

At this time, don't let it die. Wouldn't it be harder to wait for it to come out? There is no better chance than this. The silver butterfly has just been transformed into a success. I'm sure my body hasn't fully adapted yet, and it's stuck in the cocoon. It's a great opportunity.

Pfft!

A Z-steel raw stone arrow was shot at the head of a silver butterfly, and only a light scratch was cut from the top of its head. Obviously, its body was much stronger than a ghost-eyed spider.

However, by this arrow, the silver butterfly screamed in pain and struggled to come out, but the little angel's sword had been chopped up, and it had also been chopped on its head.

The silver butterfly is stuck inside, and none of the claws have come out yet, just struggling to make the cocoon roll, hoping to escape the little angel's sword.

But in this situation, how could he hide and be severely chopped on the head by a little angel?

Blood gushed out, and the sword was much more powerful than Hanson's crossbow arrows, but it still only damaged the silver butterfly, eventually failing to cut off its head.

Before the silver butterfly evolved, it was here to call the king a habit of domination. Where did he suffer this humiliation, he immediately screamed poisonously, his body struggled desperately to get out of it.

Dang! When!

The little angel cut three swords in a row, the sword in the same place, and cut off a deep mark in his head, but the silver butterfly's life force was so resilient and fearful that it had not been cut to death.

When!

The little angel again chopped off a sword, but one of the claws of the silver butterfly had been stretched out of the cocoon, blocking the little angel's sword, making a golden iron symphony, and the great sword had not been able to hurt its claws.