"Bao'er, help dad pick another one. ~龙~堂~书~网~" Han Sen didn't believe in evil in his heart. If this mushroom can really produce a divine blood beast soul, there is no reason why he can only produce ordinary beast souls.
Bao'er responded and stretched out his hand to pick the mushroom, but Han Sen quickly said: "That one is too small, only as big as a fist. It definitely can't produce a high-level beast soul. Pick the one over there, yes, that's the big one." .”
Bao'er held a football-sized mushroom in his hands and gave it to Han Sen. Han Sen held it up and felt that it was several times heavier than the one he pinched open before.
"You can tell whether this kind of genetic plant is good or bad at a glance. The bigger one must absorb more life energy, grow well, and have a higher chance of producing a good beast soul." Han Sen said, squeezing the palm of his hand.
Bo!
The football-sized mushroom was crushed by Han Sen, and a white light shot out from it and entered Han Sen's soul sea.
"Get the ordinary Beast Soul Bomb Mushroom."
"Here, why is it still an ordinary beast soul? Is the smaller the better?" Han Sen thought to himself.
"Dad, I got another divine blood beast soul." Bao'er crushed another mushroom and said happily to Han Sen.
"My posture must be wrong just now. I must not be so unlucky." Han Sen gritted his teeth and said to Bao'er: "Bao'er, help me pick another one. This time, pick a small one and a big one." It doesn’t suit me, it doesn’t match my horoscope.”
"What are horoscopes?" Bao'er looked at Han Sen in confusion.
"Don't worry about this, hurry up and pick a small one for me." Han Sen said eagerly.
Bao'er was very obedient and helped Han Sen pick a smaller mushroom and threw it directly into Han Sen's hands.
Han Sen held the mushroom in both hands and made a gesture of holding an incense stick in the sky. Then he closed his eyes and prayed devoutly: "Buddha, God, Holy Mother Maria Ozawa, please bless me and I will definitely open the sacred blood beast soul. I will definitely know how to use it in the future." Pray every day, burn incense every night, believer Han Sen worships..."
After praying sincerely, Han Sen was about to crush the mushrooms, but he immediately thought of something. He turned his body and chose a good position before crushing the mushrooms hard.
"Get the ordinary Beast Soul Bomb Mushroom."
"Fuck you sister, this must be a matter of probability, not my bad luck. Probability is something that everyone will encounter. There will always be good and bad. The average will not differ too much. Come with a few more That'll be fine." Han Sen had given up on that superstitious thought and decided to believe in science.
"Dad, I got another divine blood beast soul. What did you get?" Bao'er said happily again.
"Ahem, we're almost there. You can help me pick a few more." Han Sen coughed lightly.
Bao'er was very obedient and picked a few more mushrooms for Han Sen. Han Sen took a deep breath and thought to himself while holding the mushrooms: "Gods are not reliable. Science is the truth. I have to believe in science."
"Get the ordinary Beast Soul Bomb Mushroom."
"Dad, these are all divine blood beast souls."
"Get the ordinary Beast Soul Bomb Mushroom."
"It's so boring. It's a divine-blooded beast soul. Is this all there is?"
"Get the ordinary Beast Soul Bomb Mushroom."
"Dad, I got the Super Divine Beast Soul Bomb Mushroom!"
puff!
Han Sen almost spat out a mouthful of blood, his hands trembling. Although there were mushrooms in front of him, he couldn't hold them anymore because he was so severely hit.
But Han Sen then thought about it: "Bao'er is different after all. She is not an ordinary person. It is normal to be able to create high-level beast souls. I can't be considered unlucky, I am just like ordinary people."
"What are you doing? What are these mushrooms used for?" Ling Meier looked aside for a while and asked curiously.
Han Sen's eyes suddenly lit up, he gave a mushroom to Ling Mei'er and said, "Pinch the mushroom open and try."
In the first three shelters, the foreign spirits had no way to use the beast soul unless they surrendered to humans. I don't know if it is the same in the fourth shelter.
If the alien spirits cannot obtain the beast soul, what will they get by crushing the gene fruit?
Han Sen still had little expectations for this. After all, it was impossible for the genetic fruit to produce nothing just because the alien spirit could not use the beast soul.
Ling Mei'er watched Han Sen and Bao'er pinch the mushrooms. She was very excited just now and wanted to pinch them. Now Han Sen gave her the mushrooms and squeezed them hard without saying a word.
Bo!
A ray of white light flew out from the mushroom and shot directly into Ling Meier's eyebrows.
Ling Meier suddenly showed a look of surprise: "I obtained a primitive beast soul."
Han Sen suddenly felt a little panicked in his heart. Although it was just a primitive beast soul, it was still better than his ordinary beast soul.
Han Sen gave the remaining two to Ling Mei'er, and Ling Mei'er created a mutant and a primitive, as if this was the level of a normal person.
"I don't care about these crappy things. I think back then, the high-level beast souls I got from fighting monsters could go around the alliance for three weeks. Who cares about this kind of crappy beast souls? I got them for nothing with a little skill. The content is not even there, and experts don’t even bother to use it. A strong person like me doesn’t need this kind of beast soul at all.” Han Sen’s eyes kept twitching, his eyes were a little bit a little bit, and he said with a curled mouth.
Bao'er staggered around among the mushrooms, bending down to pick a mushroom from time to time. He seemed to be having a lot of fun.
"Dad, here are some mushrooms for you." Bao'er held several mushrooms and ran to Han Sen and said.
"Ahem, dad doesn't want it anymore. If Bao'er likes it, just squeeze it yourself." Han Sen gave up the plan of squeezing again, feeling that it would be a waste if he did it again.
Although there are quite a lot of mushrooms here, it looks like there should be more than a hundred, but if Bao'er pinches them, he can at least pinch the divine blood beast soul, which is still very useful, but the ordinary beast soul is of no use at all.
Bao'er went to pick mushrooms to knead the beast souls, and Han Sen studied the uses of these beast souls. All the beast souls he kneaded were bomb mushrooms, but they were of different levels.
Han Sen had never seen a plant beast soul before, so he summoned an ordinary-level bomb mushroom.
Suddenly, a snow-white mushroom appeared in Han Sen's hand, which surprised Han Sen. There was no change in this thing, and it still maintained its original appearance.
"The bomb mushroom can be used as a bomb, right?" Han Sen casually threw the bomb mushroom in his hand.
Bang!
The bomb mushroom fell to the ground, and a loud noise was heard immediately. The bomb mushroom exploded directly after falling, a white mushroom cloud appeared, and a piece of rock was exploded.
"Here, it can really be used as a bomb! The power is not bad. The normal level is just that powerful. How powerful are the divine blood level and super level?" Han Sen was ecstatic in his heart.
"Unfortunately, the Bomb Mushroom Beast Soul is disposable and will be gone after use." Han Sen thought a little greedily.
Suddenly, a sharp scream came from the cave, as if something was rushing towards them.
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