Super God Gene

“What is a ghost bead?” Hanson was not in the mood to listen to the Dragon Emperor, but asked again.

“There was a genetic tree of the great emperor planted in the ancient magic shelter. If the tree is truly capable of producing results, it is said that it can produce a space of the demonic realm, but even the great emperor of the ancient demons has no ability to make the result of the demonic realm, but barely sustain it immortal. ”

After a pause, the Dragon Emperor went on to say: “At the time of the war, the Tree of the Devil's Realm was also destroyed. After some strange power was contaminated with the shredded wood, I didn't know how many years it had gone through. After finally turning it into a ghost bead, and crushing it into a ghost bead, the space power contained in it could bring people back to this demonic realm, that is, near where the Tree of the Devil's Realm had originally grown. ”

Hanson was slightly disappointed when he heard that the ghost beads could only come in and not go out, which would be of little use to him.

When Hanson wanted to ask what else, he suddenly heard a strange baby crying all around him, just like that ghost fang screaming.

The face of the Dragon Emperor changed slightly: “The ghost fans have discovered us. Let's go. The ghost fans have mutated here for many years. At least they have been of divine blood class. It is likely that the super divine class has emerged in the middle, and the ethnic group is huge, not that you can rival it. ”

Hanson said softly, "Where are we going? Can we get to the shelter? ”

“Of course not. There was a horrible superdivine creature in there. After so many years of change, I didn't know how horrible it was. Did you go in there to die?” The Dragon Emperor said immediately.

“Where should I go?” Hanson asked again.

Londyton Times plug, he doesn't know where to go, the space here is twisted, there are space cracks everywhere, if you can't walk, your body is cut open by space cracks, not just random places.

And once the space is distorted, even if it keeps moving in one direction, it's impossible to get out.

The Dragon Emperor hasn't come yet and said anything, but he sees that a ghost fang has been poured out in the fog. As the Dragon Emperor said, these ghost fangs are of divine blood class, and Hanson can feel them from their life engine.

Between the turns, a dozen ghost fangs have washed out of the fog and howled towards Hanson.

Dragon Emperor immediately went into the Dragon blood wrench, his blood dragon was weak, not even a divine blood grade ghost fang can handle.

Hanson pulled out the Tai 'a sword and the Phoenix sword directly and killed Bao directly behind his back.

The sword blade cut off the body of the ghost fang, and the green blood was spraying everywhere. Hanson unfolded the double-flying sword method, cutting off four divine blood grade ghost fangs in a moment, but the other ghost fangs still rushed in fearlessly.

Even the ghost fangs that were cut off by Hansen's limbs and body, as long as their heads were not cut off, the ghost fangs would still drag the cripples to the ground.

Blood stained the shelter all over the place, Hanson's twin swords like rainbows, killing all the way past, killing blood into rivers, ghost teeth everywhere with mutilated bodies.

Not to mention killing more than a dozen, but there are still more ghost fangs coming out of the fog, more and more, just circling around more than fifty, and more coming out.

Even Hanson himself had a lot of green blood on him. Some green blood spilled on his beautiful white face. He had always loved beautiful babies. His big eyes suddenly glared and his eyes filled with killing intentions.

Shouting, Baby didn't know where to pull out her mini gourd and pat it against those ghost fangs.

Suddenly, only a bunch of ghost fangs flew towards the mouth of the mini gourd, slapping their wings desperately to escape that horrible suction.

But it was completely useless, one rolled over to the mouth of the gourd, his body was getting weirder and smaller, and eventually he was sucked into the gourd.

Between the turns, dozens of ghost fangs were sucked in. The ghost fangs in the distance suddenly turned and fled. They returned to the fog. In the fog, they shouted at Hanson, but no ghost fangs dared to rush over again.

Hanson looked over and wiped the blood off Baby's face, kissing him on the face: "Baby, you did a great job, Dad didn't hurt you in vain. ”

“Baby... awesome...” Baby said proudly against his chest.

“Awesome, Baby's the best.” Hanson touched Baby's head, looked inside four times at the ghost fangs he had slaughtered, picked a smaller one, treated it clean, then removed some wood from the wrecked palace and lit the burnt meat.

After torturing him for so long, Hanson's strength was drained. His stomach was empty. Now those ghost fangs don't dare to come over. Just take this opportunity to eat and rest, recover strength and then find a way to kill him.

The ghost fangs look a little ugly, but the flesh is very good. It's a good match for the beef. It's very textured. It's put on fire by the barbecuer, and the smell of oil rushes everywhere.

Bao suddenly climbed over and sat with his eyes wide open by the fire. His eyes stared straight at the barbecue on the shelf and his little mouth crept from time to time.

“Just give me a minute.” Hanson's fingers a little bit, the flame, with his control, wrapped around the barbecue like it was alive, and the heat permeated the barbecue very evenly, roasting the fat in it, permeating the entire barbecue, making the original aroma more intense.

Take out a few spice bottles made of alloy and sprinkle salt and spices on them, which will make the fragrance even more enticing, and the baby can't help but swallow the saliva.

“Eat Ghost Fang Flesh, Divine Gene +1. ”

Immediately after Hanson ate a piece of barbecue, he heard the augmentation of the divine gene. Baby was eating a mouthful of oil, and little red birds were pecking the barbecue next to each other.

Hanson's stomach was limited and he couldn't hold it up after eating a few pieces, but the baby and the little redbird had a big stomach. Hanson barbecued the flesh of five ghost fangs before he could feed them.

Those ghost fangs only scream from afar, but nobody dares to drill out of the dark fog, one bird by two in this strange place, listen to the powerful ghost like barbecue meat, so don't taste anything.

Hansen added a total of four points to his divine gene, bringing his divine gene to exactly 70 points, not far from full.

“Maybe this place is still my blessing, maybe I can kill some more god-blooded creatures later, maybe I can kill some super gods, get some super god genes.” Hanson thought beautifully as he picked his teeth.

Suddenly, the screaming in the dark fog became more frequent and seemed closer to them, hidden in the dark fog to see those flying ghost fangs.

Suddenly, a full-bodied blood-red, twice the size of a regular ghost fang, gushed out of the fog, with an extremely horrible smell, a pair of blood wings spread, indifferent eyes staring dead at Hanson and them.