Chapter 125: Powerful Demonic Eyes, Devouring Tricksters
After the supernatural power is upgraded to medium quality.

Yang Fan immediately felt that the life force flowing in his body had obviously become much stronger, as if he had taken a tonic pill.

He had a thought in his mind.

A few lines of illusory text emerged.

【attribute】

Physical value: 59.8
Spirit: 80
Life force: 958
Yang Fan was a little surprised: "Why did the life force increase so much?"

The physical value increased by 2 points, the mental value soared by 18 points, and the life force soared by 218 points.

This number was much larger than he had expected.

And 958 points of life force is equal to a maximum lifespan of 958 years, which is infinitely close to a thousand-year-old turtle.

Yang Fan thought thoughtfully: "The improvement of life force by physical and mental values ​​is far inferior to supernatural powers.

"The improvement in life force caused by mid-level superpowers is much greater than that caused by low-level superpowers.

"Can we understand it this way, that superpowers are something of a higher level, closer to the essence of life force?"

The woodcarver interrupted with a flattering look on his face: “Supreme Master, all life will decay, but the soul will last forever.

"Superpowers are the sublimation of the soul. When the soul of a superpower person undergoes a transformation, he or she can naturally live longer."

"Keng!"

The short gun also shook: "Master, the soul is the foundation!"

The strange weapon is a very special existence.

Their perspective on life is very different from that of ordinary people.

It is also because of this that Guiqi's understanding of life is closer to the essence.

Yang Fan nodded gently: "I understand."

He looked towards the distant mountains and forests and smiled slightly: "Let's pull out that fossil first."

The woodcarving screamed, "Supreme Master, kill that fossil!"

This thing can read minds, and it clearly sensed that its master was determined to destroy the Tiger Skull of Destruction.

From its point of view, the more strange weapons its master has around him, the more unstable its position will be.

So it was very happy to see this.

Yang Fan glared at the wood carving and shouted, "Stop making noise!"

The wood carving shut its mouth obediently.

The Buddha's eyes moved and glanced at the pistol. It felt as if the pistol was mocking it.

Yang Fan did not hesitate any longer and immediately activated the magic eye.

Subsequently.

The world has changed in miraculous ways.

Countless thin lines formed an extremely large network that covered the entire world.

Yang Fan took a look at the two strange weapons and found two thin lines shooting out from their bodies and connecting to his own body.

He naturally understood that these thin lines represented - connection.

They are called - magic lines of association.

Anything that has ever been related will inevitably produce a related magic line, the only difference is the amount.

of course.

Not all related magic lines can be captured by the magic eye ability.

for instance.

Ten years ago, a man and a woman passed each other in the crowd, and a magical connection was created between them.

As time went by, this magic line continued to weaken until it reached an extremely weak state.

The current magic eye is absolutely incapable of capturing such a connecting magic line.

At this moment.

Yang Fan looked around curiously for a few seconds, and suddenly felt a stinging pain in his eyes.

He blinked quickly.

The densely connected magic lines disappeared in an instant.

Yang Fan immediately realized: "My mental strength is too low. Checking all the related magic lines is too stressful for my mind."

For ordinary psychics, 80 points of spirit value is simply beyond imagination.

But for medium-quality supernatural powers, 80 points of spirit value are just barely enough.

Yang Fan gently waved his right hand, and a piece of white residue fell down.

It's the mummy powder.

He blinked again.

A bunch of thin threads suddenly appeared, one end of which was connected to the mummy powder and the other end extended into the distance.

The strange weapon devoured living people and created mummies.

There is a natural magical connection between mummy powder and strange weapons.

Yang Fan tentatively extended his mental power and gently moved the related magic line.

"Buzz!"

The strings trembled.

Yang Fan couldn't help but smile: "I found you."

With the help of the associated magic line, he "saw" the appearance of the strange weapon.

This is a strange-looking fossil with two thick fangs sticking out of its mouth, which are longer than an adult's palm.

It was the Smilodon of Destruction.

He searched online through his clone and found out that it was a prehistoric large cat.

The Smilodon destructus is ranked alongside the Pseudocrodon and the Cave Lion as the three largest feline predators in history.

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distance.

Gareth, the Gameni superpower, felt that he was safe and slowed down his pace.

This guy seemed to be a chatterbox, and he kept on talking: "After returning home this time, I will never come to Dongzhou again.

"It's too dangerous here, the Daxia people are too scary, especially that Daxia ghost.

"The action team led by Colonel Mobis died before they could even send out a signal.

"Until now, I still don't know what happened at the Golden Peacock Headquarters..."

at this time.

"Boom!"

An illusory heartbeat sounded.

A long message came from the Tiger Skull of Destruction: "Your nagging is really giving me a headache.

"We have gotten rid of the enemy. To thank you for your help, I will now teach you a trick for sensing danger."

Gareth's face lit up when he heard this: "Mr. Fossil, you are so generous."

The Tiger Skull of Destruction continued to transmit: "I need you to hold me with both hands and hold me on your chest."

Without thinking, Gareth hugged the metal box with both hands.

He was just about to say "Please start" when he suddenly felt something was wrong.

Is this necessary to teach skills?
has a problem!
Gareth's face suddenly changed, and he tried to throw the box away with both hands.

Unfortunately it's too late.

next moment.

Gareth felt a tearing pain in his vest.

He immediately saw a transparent ice spike with large patches of bright red blood on its surface emerging from his chest.

A bone-chilling chill spread rapidly throughout his body. All his strength began to drain away rapidly, like a water bag with a hole in it.

Gareth's face twitched and he cursed "Fxxk" viciously.
He finally realized that Guiqi's so-called "teaching skills" was actually to let him block the ice spikes.

Damn liar!
After a while.

"Boom! Boom!"

The illusory heartbeat suddenly became rapid.

A grayish-white mist seeped out from the box and instantly sank into Gareth's body.

Gareth opened the box with trembling hands, as if he were being manipulated.

A grayish-white fossil was revealed.

Gareth ran headfirst into the fossil like a madman.

And then.

Something terrible happened.

The fossil's mouth opened wide in an instant and swallowed Gareth's head in one gulp.

"Crack!"

It looked like the head had been bitten off.

More gray mist surged up, connecting the fossil to the headless body.

Gareth's body, with a huge fossil skull on it, began to run wildly.

This scene.

It's both scary and funny to watch.

however.

Gareth, or rather, Guiqi, had only run a dozen steps when his body suddenly froze.

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the other side.

Yang Fan "saw" the entire process of Gareth being deceived.

The purpose of destroying the tiger skull is obviously to trick Gareth into blocking the bullet and then use Gareth's body.

Only in this way can this thing move freely.

The cunningness displayed by the trick weapon really surprised him.

Yang Fan shook his head and muttered, "You used so many tricks, but it's all in vain."

A force of diamond and iron suddenly surged from the ice spike.

The wood carving and the pistol worked together to interfere with the ice spikes, and the Destruction Tiger Skull had no idea that there was anything strange about the ice spikes.

"boom!"

Gareth blew up.

The fossil fell to the ground and rolled several times.

More gray mist emerged from the tiger's skull and condensed into tentacles that scratched the ground.

I can tell.

It is really anxious.

The strange weapon tried to crawl away, but its tentacles were all invisible and it couldn't grab anything.

No matter how hard Tiger Head tried, he remained motionless.

Yang Fan smiled: "The spoils are in hand!"

The woodcarving held it in for a long time before shouting wildly, "Supreme Master, you are the great being that suppresses everything!"

"Keng! Keng!"

The pistol shook a few more times.

There was a hint of excitement in it.

Yang Fan glanced at the wood carving and frowned, "Noisy!"

The wooden carved Buddha face looked at the pistol and thought that it was all the pistol's fault.

Did you intentionally only shake twice just to appear quiet in front of your master?

shameless!
Yang Fan looked up at the sky and sent out a call through the mental link.

"Ha!"

The cry started.

The Peregrine Falcon's eye swooped over quickly.

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five minutes later.

Yang Fan saw the destructive tiger head.

This moment.

He felt a voice in his heart shouting desperately: "Eat it! Eat it!"

He naturally understood some of the information.

such as:

After swallowing this strange weapon, your intuitive abilities will be greatly enhanced.

That’s why intuition screams out desperately.

Another example:
Previously, he had been thinking about helping Daxia solve the problem of searching for mutated poisonous mosquitoes, but he still had no clue.

After all, using strange instruments for detection all the time is really too time-consuming.

Daxia cannot yet treat human life as it is like the Kamene and Golden Peacock people.

"Boom! Boom!"

The illusory heartbeats sounded one after another.

The Destruction Tiger Skull began to beg: "Dear sir, I am willing to be loyal to you."

If the damned Gareth saw this, he would not believe his eyes.

Such an arrogant ghost weapon would actually beg a human being?
Yang Fan was unmoved: "I don't need your loyalty."

He felt that if measured by moral character, destroying the tiger's skull was the lowest kind.

Short Gun is definitely an honest man and will fulfill his promises without compromise.

Although it's hard to describe the woodcarving, as he always goes crazy from time to time, he still keeps his promise.

Yang Fan's right hand moved slightly, and the Soul-stealing Cicada appeared quietly.

The tiger head trembled: "Dear sir, I am willing to offer you everything I have..."

A sense of fear emanated from the fossil.

The wood sculpture stood nearby, and contrary to its usual behavior, it did not shout, but instead showed awe on its face.

The pistol fell into complete silence.

Yang Fan stared at it coldly and activated the Soul-stealing Cicada.

The cicada's shadow flashed and hit the fossil.

"Roar!"

A huge roar.

This is the roar of a prehistoric beast.

Under the influence of supernatural forces, this sound traveled through more than three million years of time and descended into this world.

A few seconds passed.

The black mist on the surface of the fossil dissipated.

It became a true fossil.

(End of this chapter)