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Chapter 457 Supernatural Fruit Tree (Second Change)
The shape of the strange beast is like a dog, its horns are like that of a cow, and it has three heads. It is two feet long and one foot high. It is covered with golden fluff. It is a three-headed cunning.Behind the three cunnings, there is a courtyard covering an area of ​​several acres. Most of the walls of the courtyard have been collapsed, and pavilions and pavilions can be seen. It is obviously a monk's cave.

The three cunning is a second-level high-grade monster, very difficult to deal with, three huge heads, spraying red flames, white ice cones, and golden lightning spells with three different attributes, it is a mutant spirit beast.

Wang Qingshan did not intend to kill this strange beast, he wanted to subdue this strange beast for his use.

Wang Qingshan held out a golden lotus mirror, aiming at the three cunning heads.

With a flash of golden light, a large golden glow shot out, covering the three cunning accurately.

San Shou only felt the surrounding space tighten and he couldn't move.

Wang Qingshan pinched Fajue, and the golden armored guard raised his right foot, and stepped on the abdomen of the three cunning ruthlessly.

The three cunning snorted, showing a ferocious expression on their faces.

With a pinch of his sword art, the nine cyan flying swords merged into one, turning into a giant cyan sword, and with an irresistible momentum, he slashed towards the three cunning swords.

There was a strange cry from the three cunning mouths, and a hint of despair appeared in their eyes.

The cyan giant sword stopped in front of the three cunning bodies, but did not kill it.

"Since you are a mutant spirit beast, even if you don't understand my words, you still know that I don't want to kill you. Honestly let me plant a restriction and use it for me, otherwise I will kill you immediately."

Wang Qingshan said coldly, and a cyan sword light burst out from the cyan giant sword, which was menacing.

Sanshou hesitated for a moment, lowered his head, and let out a low growl, expressing his submission.

Wang Qingshan was overjoyed, he opened his mouth and spewed out a large mouthful of blood, pinched by Fajue, the blood turned into hundreds of mysterious blood-colored runes, which disappeared into the body of the three cunning, and the three heads of the three cunning A large block of mysterious runes lit up, and Wang Qingshan felt that there was some kind of connection with the three cunning.

Wang Qingshan Fa Jue urged the restraint, the three cunning faces showed pain, and their bodies twisted non-stop.

He put away the magic weapon and the puppet beast, and gave the three cunning orders to let it lead the way.

The three cunning quickly ran to Wang Qingshan's side and prostrated themselves on the ground.

Wang Qingshan flew up and landed on the back of the three cunning.

"Roar!"

The three cunning spread their wings, flapped them lightly, soared into the air, and flew towards the courtyard.

Not long after, it landed in a garden.

There are more than a dozen fruit trees in the garden, most of which are withered. There is also a golden fruit tree more than two feet high, the leaves are light golden, and a fist-sized golden fruit is hung on the tree. The surface of the golden fruit is covered with mysterious lines.

There were low growls from the three cunning mouths, and they stared at the golden fruit tree on the tree with fiery eyes.

Wang Qingshan took out a green jade slip and stuck it between his eyebrows.

After a while, he took down the cyan jade slip with an extremely excited expression.

"The magical fruit is actually this spiritual fruit."

Generally speaking, monks above the alchemy stage can practice supernatural powers, and immortal cultivators below the alchemy stage mainly rely on spells and talismans to fight, and supernatural powers can allow users to have weakened supernatural powers, also known as false supernatural powers.

The magical fruit takes 300 years to bear fruit, and it takes 500 years for it to mature. A monk below the alchemy level can comprehend a false magical power that matches his own skills. If a monk in the foundation period can comprehend a false magical power, his strength will increase greatly.

Wang Qingshan finally understood why the three cunning mutated, and emotionally took the magical fruit. If he came a step later, this magical fruit would also fall into its stomach.

Wang Qingshan forcibly suppressed his excitement and took off the supernatural power fruit.

There is a blue attic next to the garden, Wang Qingshan walked in with three cunning.

The interior is elegantly furnished with dusty tables and chairs.

He asked Sanshou to protect the Dharma downstairs, while he walked into a room and took the magical fruit.

The magical fruit melted in the mouth, turning into a stream of pale golden juice, which flowed into Wang Qingshan's abdomen.

A day later, Wang Qingshan opened his eyes, and there was a glint of blue light in his eyes.

With a thought in his mind, countless blue lights emerged in front of him, turning into hundreds of blue flying swords, each of which was like a real entity, with a compelling aura.

"Pseudo-supernatural powers and a hundred swords return to one."

Wang Qingshan exhaled lightly, his eyes were full of joy.

Hundred Swords Returning to One is a weakened version of Wan Jian Guizong. Even if it is a weakened version, it is still relatively difficult for the foundation-building monks to block this technique.

Wang Qingshan carefully discovered that with his foundation-building five-story cultivation base, he can only use one hundred swords once, consuming three-quarters of his mana at a time, and he can only perform one fight.

Wang Qingshan stood up and walked around the blue attic. The tables and chairs were made of some kind of spirit wood, and Wang Qingshan took them away bluntly.

Before entering the Jinyangzong site, Wang Ruyan took a lot of storage beads from the family warehouse. Wang Qingshan was the strongest, with three strings of storage beads, equivalent to more than 20 storage bags.

The Wang family is too poor. The things in the attic are thousands of years old, and they must be worth a lot of spirit stones. Tables and chairs, incense burners, altar tables, etc., Wang Qingshan took them all away, and almost demolished the entire attic.

Walking out of the attic, he walked towards the magical fruit tree. If the Wang family had a magical fruit, after 500 years, the Wang family's cultivators would be able to consume the magical fruit and comprehend false magical powers.

This is the truth that the predecessors planted trees and the descendants enjoyed the shade.

He carefully dug out the magical fruit tree and put it in the storage beads.

He ransacked the entire yard and took away as many valuable things as possible.

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In a winding canyon, Wang Changhao was riding on the back of a green-scaled horse, his eyes were full of fear, and the green-scaled horse was galloping fast.

Wang Changhao felt that he had stepped on dog shit. He either encountered a herd of monsters, or encountered other people's fighting skills. Since he entered the Jinyangzong site, he has only obtained three hundred-year-old spiritual fruits and the corpse of a monster python. The harvest is pitiful.

Behind him is a group of red monster bees, the big ones are the size of a door panel, and the small ones are no bigger than a fist. There are hundreds of them.

Wang Changhao glanced at the red monster bee behind him, his brows were furrowed, and the blue-scaled horse under him let out a strange roar and sped up his speed.

He took out a light blue round bead, with a hint of reluctance in his eyes, this was the last self-exposure magic weapon on his body.

He threw the cyan ball behind him, and after the cyan ball flew tens of feet away, it burst open suddenly, and a large piece of cyan mist with a foul smell rushed out, and some red demon bees touched the cyan mist , a puff of blue smoke rose from his body, and he quickly fell to the ground.

Obviously, the cyan mist is highly toxic.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Wang Changhao urged the green scaled horse to speed up.

After a cup of tea, Wang Changhao rushed out of the canyon and appeared on a vast grassland.

The grassland is huge, and there is no human figure or monster in sight.

Wang Changhao hesitated a little, concerned about the red monster bee behind him, he slapped the green-scaled horse's buttocks, and the green-scaled horse sped up and ran towards the grassland ahead.

"I hope I won't encounter any demon birds."

Wang Changhao thought to himself, he has encountered all kinds of monsters living in groups, monsters living in groups, and cultivators of immortals before, and only the monsters living in groups are missing. He thinks that he should not be so unlucky.

(End of this chapter)