Super God Gene

After these days of cultivation, Purple Butterfly Cinnamon has matured and seven purple butterfly-like flowers have blossomed to reveal a spectacular fragrance.

After letting Count Thorn read it, Hanson made sure that the Purple Butterfly Cinnamon was ripe, so he picked one up and put it in his mouth, suddenly feeling a sweet liquid flowing into his stomach, spreading like a spring all over his body.

“Eat the Divine Blood Gene Purple Butterfly Xianlan, Divine Gene +1. ”

Hansonton was overjoyed when he took off all seven Purple Butterfly Immortals and swallowed them one at a time, adding a seven-point divine gene.

Count Thorn looked at the genetic plants in the garden with astonishment, and all the genetic plants dug from the botanical garden were still alive and seemed to grow very well.

Even that flying mushroom is getting fatter and more beautiful, making Count Thorn a little unbelievable.

“How did you plant them alive?” Count Thorn couldn't help but ask.

“You don't understand the wisdom of mankind. I ask you, what are the chances of a royal spirit being promoted to emperor by flying mushrooms?” Hanson pointed at the flying mushroom and asked Count Thorn.

“One in a million.” Count Thorn replied.

“So low a chance, isn't that the same as no chance?” Hanson frowned.

“Do you think the Emperor is that easy to get out of? Even empires don't necessarily give birth to empires, and the odds of a million are good.” Count Thorn said softly.

“You don't say I forgot, you're just an aristocratic spirit, but you still have the genetic inheritance of the emperor, right? If you ate Auntie Flying, would you have a better chance of promoting the Emperor?” Hanson looked at Count Thorn and asked.

“Will you give it to me?” Count Thorn looked at Hanson somewhat incredibly.

“If you have a better chance of promotion, there's no reason not to give it to you, anyway, it's useless for me to keep it.” Hanson said softly.

Anyway, feeding any psychic is the same, naturally choosing the one with a high probability of promotion. Count Thorn is also a good choice.

“The odds are high and low, I don't know.” Count Thorn sighs.

“Then wait and see, it's a long way from maturity.” Hanson is still satisfied with Count Thorn, at least Count Thorn didn't want to lie to him.

The Empress of the Moment, who went hunting with the Dragon Blood Snake, finally returned, bringing back six mutant worms to Hansen, removing two too big heads, leaving four mutant worms, adding thirty-five mutant genes to Hansen in total.

Hansen left the Empress in the shelter, she took the dragon-blooded snake and went hunting herself. Although Bao's gourd was amazing, the foreign creature would not be able to harvest it, and she didn't know where it was going. So Hansen didn't take her with him, so she didn't take all the worms she had worked so hard to attract.

The bear is naturally left in the shelter with the baby, and now the bear is a special doll for the baby.

Hanson carried a few tubes of white bear blood with him and was going to find a place to attract some bugs to kill.

Because Huang Lao and his family were there, Hanson never moved the shelter again and stopped at the edge of the thorny jungle. This area is quite familiar.

Without going deep into the thorny jungle, Hanson walked all the way west.

Nearby insects were almost harvested by babies last time, and now insects in this area are hard to see, and hunting takes dozens of miles away.

Hanson rode the dragon-blooded snake for 40 or 50 miles before gradually seeing more foreign bugs.

After a long time of careful observation, he slowly searched and finally found a tank ant's nest, stopping near the ant * *.

After observing the terrain, Hanson took out a metal sealing tube, poured a drop of red liquid from it onto the body of an iron shellfish, and hid it in a thorny bush with a dragon-blooded snake.

Soon, tank ants were seen climbing out of the nest.

The name of the tank ant, though hefty, is actually not very big. A purple-red ant is only fist-sized and the shell looks very stiff. After crawling out of the nest, it crawled towards the iron shellfish corpse that dripped the blood of the little white bear.

Because the amount of white bear blood was very small, without the horrible effect of the day, it attracted only a foreign creature nearby. The tank ant had just climbed in front of the corpse of the iron shellfish, and Hanson had just fired an arrow at it.

Pfft!

The Flame Beast arrow pierced the thin waist of the tank ant and instantly shot the tank ant.

“Hunting for mutant biological tank ants, no animal soul obtained, meat edible, absorption can randomly increase the mutant gene by 0 to 10 points. ”

Hanson was delighted to see one tank ant after another climb out of the hole.

He chose the tank ants, not to say how strong the tank ants were all over their bodies and the souls of the beasts were not surprising, but the souls of the armored beasts, which were of little use to Hanson.

The main reason for choosing tank ants for hunting is that, although tank ants are flocks, they generally do not have too many members, and the largest flock of tank ants is more than a hundred, and they are mutant organisms.

And with a smaller head, seducing these tank ants can quickly increase Hanson's mutant genes.

The tank ants were too intelligent to be tempted by the blood of the little white bear, whether or not their accomplice died in front of them, or a man who crawled out of a cave and climbed over towards the corpse of an iron shellfish.

Hanson was so happy shooting one at a time.

With the blood of little white bears, it's much easier to hunt down exotic insects. After these guys smell the blood of little white bears, they're less intelligent, and they rush up regardless of death.

The tank ants have low intelligence, usually only two or three locks open, and they have weaknesses in the waist, which is very pleasant to kill.

Soon more than twenty were killed, and a tank ant's beast soul was born, and the smell of that drop of blood was almost volatile, and no tank ant ever crawled out of its nest.

Hanson picked up the bodies of more than twenty tank ants, peeled off the shells, and suddenly revealed the tender flesh like jelly, one stranded and roasted on fire, and instantly the scent poured its nose.

“What a good thing.” Hanson took a bite, his mouth was full of fragrance, the oil spilled along the corner of his mouth, and he couldn't say how sweet it was.

“Eat Variant Biotank Ant Flesh, Variant Gene +1. ”

“Sure enough, this kind of tender meat doesn't need any flavoring at all, just a little salt is enough, it's fantastic.” Hanson's mouth was pouring with oil, but suddenly he felt something wrong. He looked up and didn't know when he had an extra pair of red eyes in the thorny bush not far from the fire. At this time, he was blinking and staring at him.

Hansonton was shocked and made a vigilant gesture, and with his ability to feel danger and breath, he didn't find a creature in the thorny bush across the street, and it was clear that the other party was definitely not a good guy.