Super God Gene

Goldwing Dapeng's body is very strong, but it is not much worse than Hansen's. After all, Hansen's endurance and body are better than Hansen's.

Hanson rode on the back of Goldwing Dapeng, punched and punched on the bird's head, the feathers on Goldwing Dapeng fell a lot, the left and right pieces revealed flesh and blood, the brain had fainted, no fighting power, let Hanson punch and punch on the head and neck.

Goldwing Dapeng's head was too hard. Hanson smashed it for a while. When he found it could not be smashed, he went to smash his neck. He smashed it a dozen times in a row, finally smashing his neck bone and suddenly extinguishing the breath.

“Hunt down the Golden Wings of the Borderbreaking Beast and discover the Borderbreaking Gene. ”

In all the dust, without the strength, the vitality became very fragile, and the golden winged penguin was only broken in the neck, and he actually died.

If it were out there, even splitting it in half would not necessarily kill it.

Hanson turned to lie on the floor, gasped heavily, and his body was very tired. In places like Dusty Sky, he felt like a normal person who came to the plateau, unable to adapt to the plateau reaction, and his body was easily tired.

After a long break, Hanson climbed up and proceeded to clean up the body of the goldwinged giant penguin, tore its flesh apart and dug out the gene that broke the boundary inside.

It was a teardrop-shaped golden crystal that looked so gorgeous that Hanson did not hesitate at all and swallowed up the gene that it suddenly felt a wonderful force spread through his body, sweeping away his fatigue and seemingly rejuvenating his whole body.

“Derived gene +10. ”

A hint sounded in my head, and the golden winged giant pengbird was truly remarkable, adding a ten point gene that broke the boundary directly.

Nearby, some firewood was cut, the thighs of the goldwinged penguins were cut off, washed and roasted. Although flesh could not increase the genetic breakdown of the boundary, there were some advantages, especially the high breaking rate of the goldwinged penguins, which can be said to be beneficial and harmless.

Fortunately, this is a dusty place, otherwise it's not easy to cook the meat of a golden winged giant penguin, which also alerts Hansen's heart, where his life becomes fragile.

“How can such a body wash out of the sky? Stay here. Sooner or later, you'll be found dead.” Hanson guarded the fire, bowing his head and thinking to himself.

After a while, Hanson raised his head and wanted to see if the legs of the goldwinged penguin were ready for roasting. Need to flip over and roast.

But when I looked up, I didn't just stay.

He stood on a fire pile of roasted bird's legs, at which point only one bone remained, and only a small amount of flesh was attached to the shelf, without causing the bone to fall off.

Hanson got cold in his heart, and at such a close distance, he chewed up the flesh on the bird's leg silently. If it wasn't the bird's leg, but his neck, Hanson didn't know what the consequences would be.

I looked around, but I didn't see any creatures nearby. The dark paint in the woods at night, Hanson is now a common man, I can't see too far away, I don't even know what is in that forest.

As soon as he bit his teeth, Hanson chopped off the other leg of the golden winged penguin and continued to bake it on the fire heap.

All around the forest, walking in is even more dangerous. Let's see if we can attract something to eat the legs of birds. Knowing each other is a better chance.

Enemies on the bright side will always be better dealt with than enemies in the dark.

Once again, the legs were roasted, and this time Hanson didn't look down to think about things, but looked closely at the legs and wanted to see what was eating his legs.

As the firewood jumps, the bird's legs gradually float out the fragrance, the roasted oil nourishes, there is a kind of golden oil coming out of the flesh, as if to smear a layer of honey, the fragrance and colour look more and more attractive.

Hanson looked around vigilantly, but nothing moved except the wind blowing through the sand of the woods and the noise of the night birds from time to time in the distance.

“Is that thing afraid of being seen, so you don't dare show up?” Hanson thought of it here, but he felt a little at ease.

It would certainly be good news for him if that thing was really worried and obviously not too scary.

After a moment of silence, Hanson moved his seat backwards and, as before, made a low head contemplation, but the corner of his eyes secretly noticed the position of the roasted bird's leg.

The more fragrant the bird's legs get, the more they look like they're almost ready, but they never see anything coming.

“That thing ate a bird's leg, didn't it?” Hanson was wondering if there was such a possibility, and suddenly he felt that the collar on his back had been touched by something.

Hanson's back got cold, his whole body hit a chill, and he quickly turned forward, but after turning his head, he found that there was nothing behind him, empty, 30 to 40 meters from the forest, you can see clearly at a glance, there was really nothing.

Hanson hurriedly turned back to look at the roasted leg, which became very ugly. The roasted leg was actually eaten clean again, leaving only lonely leg bones hanging on the shelf.

Still nothing around, not a ghost shadow.

“What the hell is that? This is a dusty sky. Except for a funeral sky, other creatures should be struck down and no longer be able to use their power. But can a vulgar creature really have that much speed? Eating bird's legs beneath my eyelids?” There's something in Hanson's mind that I can't believe.

His body is already quite powerful, and the universe is at its top, and it should be said that very few lives can be faster than his if they are suppressed at the same time.

“That thing obviously had a chance against me, but he didn't do it. He just ate the roasted legs because he wasn't interested in me. He just wanted to eat the roasted legs, or did he play with me on purpose? He wanted to play a good game with cats and mice?” Hanson frowned and looked around, but only saw a silence.

Silent nights, silent pressures, surrounding forests like the abyss of hell, black paint doesn't know how horrible it is.

If a normal person were to change, the stress would be enough to break his mind, but Hanson just reworked a piece of bird meat and put it on the shelf to continue baking.

This time he didn't tempt the thing out again, he picked it up after it was cooked and put it next to his mouth and he had to eat it.

All of a sudden, a cold flash of light flashed over Hansen's mouth, and the roasted bird platter that held Hansen in his hand flew straight out, leaving Hansen's mouth empty.