Legend of the Mythological Genes

The black shadow quickly shuttled across the ground, flashing past like an afterimage.

Feng Lin fastened towards the Baqi Abyss with the gourd for gathering monsters pinned to his waist.

That's where Yamata no Orochi's lair is located on the map, and it's also the place where those Dongying people agreed to gather before.

If they want to be recognized by Amacongun's sword, they must follow the way of Susano, subdue or kill the Yamata no Orochi.

Feng Lin was also very interested in the demon sword.

The second Cosmos University registration examination is coming soon, and every bit of growth in strength is invaluable. If you break through the limit of your life, the growth in strength may lead to a wave of qualitative changes. The benefits are endless, and the means are greatly enhanced.

After crossing the high mountains and flowing water, Feng Lin's figure was fast, and after a long time, he saw a huge abyss exposed in the valley of the mountains.

The water flow is pitch black, without any light, like a ferocious giant mouth protruding from the ground, devouring everything on the ground, no creature dares to approach, once it falls into it, it will fall into the endless abyss, never return to the world, revealing a thick demon strange smell.

Feng Lin wisely didn't approach, but hid in the distance and began to cultivate.

Those Dongying people hadn't arrived yet, so it was obvious that their hands and feet were not as fast as Feng Lin's. It would take a while to subdue the Jiuwai boy and Nine-Tailed Fox.

Feng Lin didn't waste any time. He continued to practice hard. He took out a previous demon core and swallowed it into his stomach, immersing himself in the cultivation.

This demon core is tasteless, but it's better than nothing.

Genetic potential +22%, +22%, +22%...

Wow!

While practicing, Feng Lin suddenly woke up, and saw the endless abyss parting from it, a huge vortex formed on the surface of the water, and a monster with eight heads and eight tails crawled out of it, eight huge snake heads, ferocious, belly like a giant turtle, The scales are densely covered, and the eyeballs of the eight snake heads are rolling, cruel and cruel. The demonic aura rises to the sky, and even the void is twisted, forming a black cloud.

Yamata no Orochi slowly climbed out of the water, and quickly moved towards the distance. Wherever it went, everything died, life was sucked out, and it withered.

This is the real Yamata no Orochi in the Japanese mythology, not the fake one that Feng Lin had seen before.

While the Yamata no Orochi was crawling, there were waves of bloody wind and dark clouds, and the thick and monstrous aura spread out, making people fearful.

This kind of oppressive force made Feng Lin's heart feel as if a boulder had been pressed on it, and it was extremely dignified.

The combat strength of this Yamata no Orochi is at least equivalent to that of the monk elite in the late stage, and now he is not an opponent at all.

The Dongying Kingdom has lasted for so many years, and it really has a foundation.

This monster illusion is very dangerous. Even if the Yamata no Orochi is just a phantom transformed by the spirit energy of a monster, as long as it has one percent of its power in life, it is terrifying enough.

Feng Lin held his breath with all his strength, and did not attract the attention of the Yamata no Orochi at all.

It wasn't until the big snake went out to hunt and ate many demons and ghosts that it lazily crawled back into the abyss.

Feng Lin cautiously moved to a further distance, and continued to practice.

This is the territory of Yamata no Orochi, except for Feng Lin, no monsters dare to approach, so that he can practice with peace of mind,

Three days passed in a hurry, and he obtained another free gene point, which was decisively added to the mind gene, and the number of enhancement points changed from 6 to 7.

In order to prevent the sudden increase in spiritual power from attracting the attention of the Yamata no Orochi, Feng Lin restrained his breath, like the most experienced hunter, lurking tightly, waiting for the prey to take the bait.

Two or three days later, seven or eight Dongying talents arrived late, exhausted, with blood on their bodies, and two of them had broken arms and became disabled. The number of people was also reduced a lot.

Obviously, this demonic illusion is full of dangers, not everyone can come and go freely like Feng Lin.

At this time, the Japanese Goddess also showed her true face, wearing a traditional Japanese kimono, her figure is enchanting, but her face has a holy aura, which cannot be violated, the fusion of monster and holiness, not only does not have the slightest conflict, on the contrary, it becomes more and more weird charm.

Those Dongying people were dazzled and fascinated when they looked at the goddess, but Fumo Taro's eyes were full of obscenity.

The goddess was in the midst of the wolves, but she was confident. She glanced around and said lightly, "Have the others arrived yet?"

"Hayada Yoshikatsu, Sakai Katori, Fujiwara Masao, Yamamoto Ichiro... haven't come? These wastes are no match for even monsters! They must have been eaten." The leader, Fumataro, looked at the empty surroundings and snorted coldly. more than.

Feng Lin knew that it was time for him to appear on the stage, so he went out and imitated Ichiro Yamamoto's voice and said, "Goddess, Lord Feng Mo, I have been waiting for a long time."

"Yamamoto Ichiro is you?" Fumataro looked very surprised, "You weak chicken was not eaten by the monster?"

He ignored Feng Lin and laughed wantonly.

Feng Lin was stunned. The original owner, Ichiro Yamamoto, seemed to be a sad guy who was looked down upon by his companions.

But he is not the original owner after all, the ridicule of Fumo Taro is like a breeze blowing on his face, and it can't affect him in the slightest.

On the contrary, the less presence Ichiro Yamamoto has, the better, and it will be easier to start next time. At that time, he will explode with all his strength, and it will be great to surprise these Japanese people.

A icy smile appeared on the corner of Feng Lin's mouth covered under the enduring mask.

"How long have you been here?" the Dongying Goddess asked suddenly.

"Three days?" Feng Lin told the truth, the traces left in the vicinity these days are difficult to hide, there is no need to hide this insignificant matter, lest extraneous problems will be discovered and some flaws will be seen.

"You came so early, have you seen Yamata no Orochi?" the goddess asked again.

Feng Lin nodded, "I've only seen it once, and the Yamata no Orochi is so terrifying, I dare not approach it!"

He shivered and pretended to be a frightened baby.

This is exactly in line with the image of Ichiro Yamamoto in the hearts of this group of people, and they all nodded without much doubt.

After all, this is the secret place of Dongying Kingdom, and they never thought that outsiders would enter here.

Feng Lin managed to infiltrate the Dongying people with fake ones.

"Since it is confirmed that the Yamata no Orochi is in this abyss, let's prepare quickly!" The goddess said in a deep voice, and the group of Dongying people moved quickly and wanted to complete the task as soon as possible.

The goddess took out a dusty bag, and suddenly poured out eight large wine jars, one person tall.

This turned out to be a magical space equipment.

Those Dongying people carefully moved the eight wine barrels to the edge of the abyss, removed the wine caps, and fled in an instant, wishing to leave as far away as possible.

A strong smell of alcohol emanates from it, and the extremely high concentration spreads far away. Just smelling it will make people drunk. If you drink it, you can't think about the effect, because the alcohol content is extremely high.

Seeing this, Feng Lin revealed a secretive smile.

It turned out that this group of Dongying people had this idea!

Today's eighth watch will end the plot of Dongying Mythology, and there will be a big climax, so stay tuned.