Chapter 622 (1/2)
In most cases, animals are much simpler than humans.
It doesn't mean that there are no traitors among beasts. It refers to the customs and customs of the whole race.
They worship the strong more than humans, and they value commitment more than humans.
In the mountain and sea world, in fact, many strong people have accepted animal pets. Almost every animal pet can never abandon its master and live and die together.
In contrast, human betrayal and injustice are as many as stars. Such stories can't be told in any small town.
In the four seas, the dragon family is the master, and the four seas Dragon King is the strongest, representing the supreme glory.
Holding the northern King's order, Xiang Yang showed his magical strength and saved the lives of all the gods. Xiang Yang naturally became the leader of these sea animals. No one would have any objection and resentment.
Two copies of blood have been sent to the biological mixing room, but it will take some time to resolve the underlying gene lock. According to the variation, even if it is resolved, it is more difficult to repair the gene lock. Now we can only wait.
After taking the wreckage of the star ship and the sacrificial altar with you, the space in the separation of heaven and earth tripod has been a little crowded. Although it is more than enough to take the two guys in, after all, there was a huge space in the wreckage of the star ship, but you can't take one end at a time?
Xiang Yang has an intuition. It's estimated that he will gain a lot this time
Let's try to regain control first
The two big guys have now become meat on the chopping board. Xiang Yang comes and goes from time to time and knocks a few sticks, making them cycle between heavy injury and recovery.
Finally, he felt troublesome. He simply smashed the huge stones, pulled the long beard on the tail of the blood flame sword beast, pulled it out, dragged it to the iron muscle Tyrannosaurus Rex, and lay down in rows for the convenience of starting.
Two such huge and ferocious beasts under his hands are really like two clever little white rabbits, tossed to death.
It's just those low-level abyss beasts without intelligence, but these two guys have brains and even are very smart. In the end, whenever the stick shadow flashes, there are rich feelings in both pairs of huge eyes.
Rage, oppression, pain, sadness... Weakness... Prayer
The great pain brought by this violent beating has penetrated into the soul, and even expelled some secret arts added to it, which reminds them of a profound philosophical problem.
Who am I? Where am I from?
Why am I here... What am I doing here?
I knew there was such a devil waiting for me. Why should I come!
Xiang Yang is not interested in discussing philosophy with them, nor can he learn the unique skill of speaking with his eyes. When he knows the sea, the message from Tianyan suggests that the analysis of the underlying gene lock has just been completed by 30%. Before all of them are completed and finally controlled, the beating can't stop.
Without the participation of these two big guys, the remaining low-level abyss beasts would be much easier to deal with. Coupled with Xiang Yang's help from time to time, before long, the more than 1000 monsters were cleaned up, leaving only the loud sound of ”bang bang” and two kinds of strange wails echoing from time to time in the whole valley.
The gods took the lead. After cleaning the battlefield, a group of immortal beasts and spirit beasts stood respectfully behind Xiang Yang and waited for his orders.
Xiang Yang hasn't had time to talk to them yet. It's been a long time. The analysis of the underlying gene lock has reached 80%. It's about to be completed, but he doesn't have the slightest slack. Vaguely, he thinks he will encounter any trouble during his trip to the abyss
Big trouble!
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The abyss of the East China Sea is a strange space. After so many years of exploration, it has failed to uncover its mystery.
Somewhere in the abyss, in a huge gray space, there is a dilapidated color everywhere. Dark cracks are piled up in this lifeless world. Occasionally, something floats past and turns into powder at the touch.