Super God Gene

Hansen watched the fox silence, honestly, what the fox said, Hansen didn't believe much.

They all say beautiful women lie, and in terms of beauty, the fox must be very good at lying.

The fox seemed to see through Hanson's mind and smiled and said, “If you don't believe me, we'll wait here for a while, and when you see the Fae, you'll naturally believe everything I've said. ”

Hanson couldn't help but sit directly at the top of the mountain, a fine pair of jade feet and discharge them in front, her hands held her knees, the rain silk caressed her long hair, a pair of eyes as clear as fountain water unconsciously attracted by her, if she didn't know her history, I would think she was just a sentimental girl.

“It is indeed a family of perverse foxes, sexy and sexy, pure and pure.” Hansen's allusion to awesomeness, such a change in temperament, makes it impossible to see how many years she has lived in horror.

There are no sun and moon stars in the White Bone Hell. Only the sky and the clouds are like the sea. At first, it was just the blood and rain of thin silk. After a while, the rain gradually grew and quickly became heavy rain.

The fox sits at the top of the mountain, letting the blood rain fall, but no bloody rain can fall on her. The whole body is like a holy veiled glow, like an immaculate goddess standing on a bloody bone, with a very strange aesthetic.

Hanson's airplane flowed and shielded the blood rain a foot from his body. He stood beside the fox like that and watched the Mile Mountain River all stained with blood rain. He couldn't help but admire the spectacular and weird scene.

Blood runs between the dead bones, like a mountain of blood in Evil Ghost Purgatory, but this scene just makes people feel shocked by terror, without any sense of turbidity.

“I don't know your name yet?” The fox suddenly looked up at Hanson and asked.

“Miki.” Hansen said casually that strange characters like Foxy, Hansen's unwillingness to make out, is too much trouble.

If she really gets out of trouble in the future, Hanson just begs her not to come looking for herself.

“Miki, that's a bad name.” The fox missed Hansen's name once again, which made him smile. “A piece of wood is enough. No wonder you don't understand the style. ”

Hanson hey smile no answer, the Hundred Famous Foxes are not pure women, many of the Homen have harvested the women of the Hundred Famous Foxes, at the end of the day there are not a few who have suffered greatly.

Needless to say, let's just say that the Destroyer Clan, if it weren't for the Perfect Fox Clan, it wouldn't have lost even the Biblical treasure of the Town Clan.

It's just two little foxes. This is an old ancestral fox genius. She's going to mess with her. Maybe even she'll sell her underwear in the end.

Seeing Hanson look like this, the fox seemed a little bored and drooped his curtains, holding his pink cheek in one hand, looking at the bloody rain.

This scene is so beautiful, Hanson has to appreciate it a little bit. The temperament of the fox has changed a thousand times. Male creatures who like all kinds of flavors can always find their favorite side on her. I'm afraid the extent of the scourge can be compared to Gu Yincheng's.

As Hanson pondered, he suddenly saw the fox pointing to the distant Lotus Peak and said, "It's coming out. ”

Hanson looked there and saw that because of too much rain, the blood river in Lotus Mountain had gushed out, leaking like a waterfall between the mountains.

Hanson didn't see any creatures appearing, but when he hesitated, he suddenly heard a sharp, long whistle, and then saw a shadow descending along the Blood River Falls, seemingly following the blood wave, and soon after, he had rushed out of the Lotus Peak and rolled down the Blood River.

Too far away, combined with the blood rain that affected his vision, Hanson could only see a blurred figure, and had to summon the purple butterfly goggles out, which made it clear what the figure looked like downstream.

It's an all-blood red chrysanthemum, a sheet of scaly armor that looks like a bloodstained crystal stone with a pair of chrysanthemum horns over its head, like the most beautiful blood coral.

It's not that big, it's about the same size as an adult bull. Between walking and walking, it's like it's treading on a cloud of blood.

At this time, the Fae ran over the bloodstream, seemingly extremely excited.

Though it did not explode, Hanson could still feel the power of life on it, but unlike ordinary creatures, he could feel a strange death in addition to life.

“What race is it?” Hanson asked curiously.

The fox shook her head: "The ghost bones led the Holy Blood Corps to slaughter for days, killing hundreds of millions of races, and who remembers what race after a little Viscount. ”

“If it was a small clan and its mother was only a Viscount, how could it be promoted to the rank of king and possibly even to deification?” Hanson asked unbelievably.

The fox didn't answer, but said lightly: "You'll see. ”

Without saying it, Hanson had to watch with patience.

The bloody Kirin-like Fae ran between the mountain rivers, but it seemed a little afraid of something and didn't dare go near the Hell Skull Gate, so it didn't affect Hanson.

After a while, the blood rain gradually stopped and the clouds in the sky gradually dissipated, revealing the sky as if it had been washed away by purified water.

It's hard for Hanson to describe what kind of sky it is. It's just that he's never seen such a clean night sky, no sun, moon, stars, that pure black night sky. It's so clean, it makes people have some hair in their hearts.

All of a sudden, the bloody kirin stood on the top of a mountain on a white bone, making a long howling noise against the night sky, like a rolling thunderbolt hovering in the night sky, for a long time not to calm down.

Then Hanson saw a strange scene, only the blood on the bloody Kirin rose overnight, like a blood blade splitting the void, the heavy brains made people tremble, the will slightly weaker creature, just saw the brains of the sky, I'm afraid to be scared to urinate pants.

As the blood gas fluctuates on the blood kirin, it gradually becomes a bloody vortex.

The myriad bone mountains and blood rivers throughout White Bone Hell became agitated, as if white bone gas had risen from the mountain rise, and the blood river had been drawn out of silk blood, all converging towards the bloody swirl.

For a time, the mountains and rivers of heaven and earth were moved by that bloody kirine, as if it were the master of the world, to which everything was giving a share of its soul.

As the power of the Bone Mountain Blood River is sucked into its body, the body of the Blood Kirin becomes clearer and clearer, like a blood-crystal statue, and the bravery on its body becomes stronger and stronger.