Legend of the Mythological Genes

The shadows rushed through the earth, and if there was a shadow, it flashed past.

Feng Lin’s waist is not the same as the demon gourd, and quickly moved toward the gossip.

It is the old nest of Eight-Branched Giant Snake on the map, and it is also the place where the Japanese people discussed the collection before.

In order to get the approval of Kusanagi, they must take the path of the man, and conquer or kill the Eight-Branched Giant Snake.

Feng Lin is also very interested in that Demon Sword.

The second Universe College registration assessment is just around the corner. The strength of each point is very valuable. If it breaks through the limits of its own life, the growth of strength may lead to a qualitative change, the benefits are endless, and the means are greatly enhanced.

Over the mountains and flowing water, Feng Lin was so fast that he saw the vast valleys of the mountains in the mountains for a long time, and the water surface was still, without any waves, quiet and dead.

The water is dark and there is no light. It is like a huge mouth exposed on the ground. It devours everything on the earth. No creature dares to approach. Once it falls into it, it will fall into the endless abyss. It will never return to the world, revealing a thick demon. Different breath.

Feng Lin wisely did not approach, but hid in the distance, closed-door cultivation.

Those Japanese people haven’t arrived yet. It’s obvious that there is no Feng Lin in their hands and feet. It takes a while to surrender the wine crying boy and Nine-Tailed Fox.

Feng Lin didn’t waste any time, and he worked hard. He took out a former nucleus and swallowed it into the belly and immersed himself in cultivation.

This demon nuclear food is tasteless, but it is better than nothing.

Genetic potential +22%, +22%, +22%…

Hua!

While practicing, Feng Lin suddenly woke up, only to see that the endless abyss separated from it, and a huge vortex was set on the water. A monster with eight heads and eight tails climbed out of it. Eight huge snake heads were fierce, and the abdomen was like a giant tortoise. The scales are densely covered, and the heads of the eight snake heads are turning, cold and cruel, and the demon atmosphere rises into the sky. Even the void is twisted to form a black cloud.

Eight-Branched Giant Snake slowly climbed out of the water, moved toward the distance and quickly went. Wherever he went, everything was gone, and the vitality was taken away and lost.

This is the true Eight-Branched Giant Snake in Japanese mythology, not the fakes that Feng Lin saw before.

Eight-Branched Giant Snake crawled and smashed the hurricane, and Monster Qi was rich and diffused, making people fear.

This kind of pressure made Feng Lin feel as if he had been crushed with a big stone and was extremely dignified.

This Eight-Branched Giant Snake is at least as good as Elite Cultivator, and now it is not an opponent.

The Japanese country has continued for so many years, and it still has its roots.

This illusion is dangerous, even if this Eight-Branched Giant Snake is just a phantom of the demon spirit, but as long as it has 1% power, it is terrifying enough.

Feng Lin held his breath and did not attract the attention of Eight-Branched Giant Snake.

Until the big snake went out to hunt and ate more than a few demons and ghosts, he lazily climbed back into the abyss.

Feng Lin moved cautiously further and continued to cultivate.

Here is the site of Eight-Branched Giant Snake. Except for Feng Lin, there is no demon to dare to approach, so that he can practice with peace of mind.

Three days passed in a hurry, and he gained a free gene point, decisively added to the Spirit Heart Gene, and the enhanced points changed from 6 to 7.

In order to prevent the attention of the Eight-Branched Giant Snake from the changes in the power of the mind, Feng Lin converges on the breath, like the oldest hunter, lurking tightly, waiting for the prey to hook himself.

Two or three days later, seven or eight Japanese talents were late, exhausted, with blood on their bodies, exhausted, and two of them were broken arms, became disabled, and the number of people was reduced.

Obviously this illusion is dangerous, not everyone can come and go as free as Feng Lin.

At this time, the Japanese Priestess also showed their true faces, wearing Japanese traditional kimonos, voluptuous, with a holy atmosphere on their faces, inviolable, demon and holiness, not only without the slightest conflict, but more and more strange Charm.

Those Japanese people look at Priestess are dazzling, only the Fengmo Tailang eyes are full of sinister expression.

This Priestess is in the wolf, but there is no fear, his eyes glance at all around, faintly open, “Isn’t the other person yet?”

“Mr. Arata, Jasper, Ishihara Masato, Yamamoto Ichiro… Didn’t come? These wastes are even rivaled by the demon! It is estimated that they have been eaten.” The headed Fengmo Tailang looked at the empty all around coldly Snorted more than that.

Feng Lin knew that it was time for him to go out and went out to imitate the voice of Ichiro Yamamoto: “Priestess, Wind Monster, I have been waiting for a long time.”

“Is it a Yamamoto is you?” Fengmo Tailang looked very wrong. “Are you a weak chicken that was not eaten by the demon?”

He didn’t look at Feng Lin in his eyes and laughed at it.

Feng Lin Suddenly, the original owner of this identity, Ichiro Yamamoto, seems to be a sad reminder, and he is so despised by his companions.

But he is not the original owner after all, and the ridicule of Fengmo Tailang is like a breeze, which can’t affect him.

On the contrary, the more there is no sense of existence, the better the Yamamoto Ichiro, and the next step is to start with all the strengths, and to surprise the Japanese people, it is also very good.

Feng Lin shrouded a cold smile on the corner of the mouth under the mask.

“How long have you been?” the Japanese Priestess asked abruptly.

“Three days?” Feng Lin tells the truth, the traces left in these days are hard to hide. There is no need to hide in this insignificant thing, so as to avoid the extravagance and the flaws.

“You came so early, have you seen Eight-Branched Giant Snake?” Priestess asked again.

Feng Lin nodded. “I have only seen it once, and the Eight-Branched Giant Snake is terrifying, I dare not approach!”

He shivered and pretended to be a frightened baby.

This is in line with the image of that Yamamoto Ichiro in this group of people, nodded, no doubt.

After all, this is the secret of the Japanese country. They never thought that there would be outsiders entering here.

Feng Lin was successfully mixed into the Japanese by mistake.

“Since it is certain that Eight-Branched Giant Snake is in this abyss, let’s get ready!” Priestess snorted, and the Japanese people acted quickly and wanted to complete the task as soon as possible.

Priestess took out a gray puff bag and slammed it down. It turned out to be eight large tanks, one tall.

This turned out to be a magical space equipment.

Those Japanese people carefully moved eight barrels to the waters of the abyss, opened the wine cover, and fled in an instant, and wished to leave as far as possible.

A strong smell of wine is emitted from it, and the concentration is very high. It is very far away. Just smell it and it makes people drunk. If it is not enough to drink, the alcohol is extremely high.

Feng Lin saw a glimpse of a smile.

It turned out that this group of Japanese people played this idea!

Today, the Eighth, the end of the Japanese mythology story, there will be a wave of climax, so stay tuned.