I can find treasures in my dreams

After the superpower is upgraded to mid-level.

Yang Fan immediately felt that the life force flowing in his body had become significantly stronger as if he had taken the Shiquan Dabu Pill.

He had a thought in his mind.

Several lines of illusory text emerged.

【property】

Physical value: 59.8

Spirit value: 80

Life force: 958

Yang Fan was a little surprised: "How come the life force has been increased so much?"

The physical value has increased by 2 points, the mental value has increased by 18 points, and the vitality has soared by 218 points.

This value was much higher than he expected.

And 958 points of vitality is equal to the maximum lifespan of 958 years, which is infinitely close to the thousand-year-old bastard.

Yang Fan thought thoughtfully: "Physical value and mental value can't improve vitality by far as much as superpowers.

"Mid-grade superpowers can increase life force much more than low-grade superpowers.

"Is it possible to understand that supernatural power is something of a higher level, closer to the essence of life force?"

The woodcarving interjected with a flattering look on his face: "Supreme Master, all life will decay, but the soul can last forever.

"Superpowers are the sublimation of the soul. The souls of people with superpowers have undergone transformation, and they can naturally live longer."

"Keng!"

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

Artifacts are very special beings.

Their perspective on life is very different from ordinary people.

It is precisely because of this that Jiqi's understanding of life is closer to the essence.

Yang Fan nodded slightly: "I understand."

He looked at the mountains and forests in the distance and smiled slightly: "Let's dig out that fossil first."

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

This guy can read thoughts, and it clearly senses that its owner is determined to destroy the Tiger Skull of Destruction.

From its standpoint, the more tricks the master has around him, the more unstable its position becomes.

So it's extremely nice to see that.

Yang Fan glared at the woodcarving and shouted, "Don't make any noise!"

The wooden sculpture obediently closed its mouth.

Buddha Face's eyes moved, and he glanced sideways at the Duanqiang. He always felt that the Duanqiang was laughing at him.

Yang Fan didn't hesitate anymore and immediately activated the magic eye.

Subsequently.

The world has changed wonderfully.

Countless slender lines formed a super huge network that enveloped the entire world.

Yang Fan glanced at the two magic weapons and found that two thin threads shot out from their bodies and connected to his own body.

He naturally understood that these thin lines represented - connection.

They are called - magic lines of association.

Anything that has been related will inevitably produce a magic line of association. The difference is just a matter of how much.

certainly.

Not all associated magic threads will be captured by the magic eye power.

Give an example.

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 thread continued to weaken until it reached an extremely weak state.

The current magic eye is absolutely unable to capture such a connecting magic thread.

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 dense magic threads of connection disappeared in an instant.

Yang Fan immediately realized: "My mental strength is too low. Checking all the related magic threads will put too much pressure on my spirit."

For ordinary superpowers, 80 points of mental value is simply unimaginably high.

But for mid-level abilities, 80 points of spiritual value is just barely enough.

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

It's mummy powder.

He blinked again.

A large handful of thin threads appeared instantly, with one end connected to the mummy powder and the other end extending into the distance.

The crafty weapon devoured living people and created mummies.

There is a natural connection between mummy powder and magic weapons.

Yang Fan tentatively extended his mental power and gently touched the magic thread.

"Buzz!"

The strings trembled.

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

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

This is a strange-looking fossil, with two thick fangs protruding from its mouth, longer than an adult's hand.

It was the destruction of the saber-toothed tiger.

He searched online via a doppelgänger, a prehistoric big cat.

The Smilodon of Destruction, along with the Pseudomonas aeruginosa and the Cave Lion, are among the three largest feline predators in history.

*

distance.

Gareth, the Gameni superpower, felt that he was safe, so he slowed down his progress.

This guy seemed to be a chatterbox, and he beeped again: "After returning to China this time, I will never come to Dongzhou again.

“It’s too dangerous here, and the Daxia people are too scary, especially the Daxia ghost.

"The action team led by Colonel Mobius all died without even sending out a signal.

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

Just then.

"Boom!"

The illusory heartbeat sounded.

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

"We have got rid of the enemy. In order to thank you for your help, I will now teach you a little trick to sense the crisis."

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

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

Gareth hugged the metal box with both hands without thinking.

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

Does it need to do this to teach skills?

There is a problem!

Gareth's face suddenly changed, and he tried to throw the box out with both hands.

It's a pity that it was too late.

The next moment.

Gareth felt a tearing pain in his vest.

He immediately saw a transparent ice spike with a large piece of scarlet blood on the surface, emerging from his chest.

A bone-chilling cold air spread rapidly throughout his body.

The strength of his whole body, like a water bag with a hole in it, began to drain rapidly.

Gareth's face twitched, and he cursed "Fxxk" viciously.

He finally realized that the so-called "teaching skills" of the trick weapon was actually to let him block the ice spike.

Damn liar!

A moment later.

"Boom! Boom!"

The virtual heartbeat suddenly became rapid.

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

Gareth seemed to be manipulated, and opened the box with trembling hands.

A gray-white fossil was revealed.

Gareth ran into the fossil like crazy.

Then.

Something terrible happened.

The mouth of the fossil opened wide in an instant, swallowing Gareth's head in one bite.

"Crack!"

It seemed that the head was bitten off.

More gray mist surged, connecting the fossil with the headless body.

Gareth's body, like this, with a huge fossil skull, began to run wildly.

This scene.

It was both terrifying and funny.

However.

Gareth, or the trick, only ran a dozen steps, and his body suddenly solidified.

*

On the other side.

Yang Fan "saw" the whole process of Gareth being fooled.

The purpose of the Destroying Tiger Skull was obviously to trick Gareth into blocking the gun first, and then borrow Gareth's body.

Only in this way can this thing move freely.

The cunning shown by the strange weapon really surprised him.

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

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

The wood carving and the pistol joined forces to interfere with the ice spike. The Destroying Tiger Skull didn't know that the ice spike was strange.

"Bang!"

Gareth exploded.

The fossil fell to the ground and rolled for several circles.

More gray mist emerged from the tiger skull, condensed into tentacles, and scratched on the ground.

It can be seen.

It is really anxious.

The strange weapon wanted to crawl away, but the tentacles were all invisible and couldn't grab anything at all.

No matter how hard the tiger skull tried, it remained motionless.

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

The wood carving held back for a long time, and then started to shout wildly: "Supreme Master, you are the great existence that suppresses everything!"

"Clang! Clang!"

The short gun shook a few more times.

There was a hint of excitement in it.

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

The Buddha face of the wood carving looked at the short gun, and it thought it was all the fault of the short gun.

You deliberately shook it only twice, just to show that you are very quiet in front of the master?

Shameless!

Yang Fan looked up at the sky and sent a call through the mind link.

"Chi!"

The cry started.

The peregrine falcon's needle eye quickly flew over.

*

Five minutes later.

Yang Fan saw the destructive tiger skull.

At this moment.

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

He naturally understood some information.

For example:

Swallowing this strange weapon will greatly enhance the intuitive ability.

That’s why the instinct screamed desperately.

Another example:

He had been thinking about helping Daxia solve the problem of searching for mutant poisonous mosquitoes, but he had no clue.

After all, always using the strange device to detect is too life-consuming.

Daxia can’t do what the Gamenians and the Golden Peacocks do, taking human lives as if they were not human lives.

“Boom! Boom!”

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 dead ghost Gareth saw this scene, he would definitely not believe his eyes.

Such a proud strange device would actually beg a human being?

Yang Fan was unmoved: “I don’t need your loyalty.”

He felt that if measured by morality, the Destruction Tiger Skull belonged to the lowest category.

The short gun was definitely an honest man, and he would deliver on his promises without compromise.

Although the wood carving was hard to describe, he always went crazy from time to time, but he still kept his promise.

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

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

A sense of fear emanated from the fossil.

The wooden sculpture stood beside it, contrary to its usual behavior, without shouting, and the Buddha's face showed full of awe.

The short gun fell into complete silence.

Yang Fan stared at it coldly, activating the Soul-stealing Cicada.

The cicada's shadow flashed away and hit the fossil.

"roar!"

A huge roar.

This is the roar of a prehistoric beast.

Under the influence of supernatural power, this sound traveled through more than three million years and came to this world.

A few seconds passed.

The black fog on the surface of the fossil dissipated.

It becomes a real fossil.