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The shape of the alien beast is like a dog, its horns are like an ox, and it has three heads. Behind San Shoujiu, there was a courtyard that covered several acres. Most of the walls of the courtyard were collapsed. You could see the pavilion and pavilion, which was obviously the cave of a certain monk.

Three Cunning are second-order high-grade monsters, which are very difficult to deal with. The three huge heads spray three spells with different attributes: red flame, white ice pick, and golden lightning. 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 sacrificed a golden lotus mirror, and the mirror was aimed at the three cunning.

The golden light flashed, and a large golden glow flew out, accurately covering the three cunning.

The three cunning only felt that the surrounding void was tight and could not move.

Wang Qingshan made a pinch, and the golden armor guard raised his right foot and stepped on the abdomen of the three cunning.

The three snorted slyly, with a ferocious look on their faces.

With a pinch of his sword technique, the nine cyan flying swords merged into one, turning into a cyan giant sword, with an irresistible momentum, slashing at the three cunning.

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

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

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

Wang Qingshan said coldly, the cyan giant sword burst out with a cyan sword light, which was aggressive.

San Shou Ji hesitated for a moment, lowered his head, and let out a low roar, expressing his submission.

Wang Qingshan was overjoyed. He opened his mouth and spewed out a large mouthful of blood essence. With a pinch of magic, the essence and blood turned into hundreds of mysterious blood-colored runes. A large piece of mysterious runes was lit up, and Wang Qingshan felt that there was some connection with the three cunning.

Wang Qingshan's Fa Jue urged the ban, the three cunning faces showed pain, and their bodies kept twisting.

He put away the magic weapon and the puppet beast, and ordered Sanshoujiu to lead the way.

The three cunning quickly ran to Wang Qingshan's side and fell to the ground.

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

"Roar!"

The three cunning wings spread out, and with a light fan, they rose into the air and flew towards the yard.

Before long, it landed in a garden.

There are more than a dozen fruit trees in the garden, most of which are withered, and there is a golden fruit tree more than 20 feet high. The leaves are pale golden, and a golden fruit the size of a fist hangs on the tree. The surface of the golden fruit is covered with mysterious patterns.

The three sly mouths let out bursts of low-pitched roars, staring at the golden fruit tree on the tree with fiery eyes.

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

After a while, he took off the cyan jade slip with a very excited expression.

"Divine Ability Fruit, it's actually this Spirit Fruit."

Generally speaking, cultivators above the alchemy stage can cultivate supernatural powers, while those below the alchemy stage mainly rely on spells and talismans to fight.

The 300-year result of the supernatural power fruit can be matured in 500 years. The monks below the elixir can comprehend a pseudo-supernatural power that matches their own practice.

Wang Qingshan understood why the three-headed cunning had mutated, and emotionally took the supernatural power fruit. If he came a step later, this supernatural power fruit would also fall into its stomach.

Wang Qingshan suppressed his excitement and picked the magical fruit.

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

The interior is elegantly furnished, with tables and chairs covered with dust.

He asked Sanshou Jiu to protect the Dharma downstairs, and he went into a room and took the magic fruit.

The magic fruit melted in the mouth, turned into a pale golden juice, and flowed into Wang Qingshan's abdomen.

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

As soon as he thought about it, countless azure lights emerged in front of him, turning into hundreds of cyan flying swords, each cyan flying sword was like a real entity, with compelling aura.

"Pseudo-magic powers are unified by a hundred swords."

Wang Qingshan let out a sigh of relief, his eyes full of joy.

Hundred Swords Guiyi is a weakened version of Wan Jian Guizong. Even if it is a weakened version, it is still relatively difficult for a Foundation Establishment cultivator to block this technique.

Wang Qingshan carefully discovered that with his fifth-level foundation building cultivation base, he could only use one hundred swords to unify, and he would consume three-quarters of his mana at a time.

Wang Qingshan stood up and strolled around the blue attic. The table and chairs were made of some kind of spiritual wood, and Wang Qingshan rudely took it away.

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 spiritual stones, such as tables and chairs, incense burners, offering tables, etc. Wang Qingshan took them all away, and almost demolished the whole attic.

Walking out of the attic, he walked towards the magical fruit tree. If the Wang family had a magical fruit, five hundred years later, the cultivators of the Wang family would be able to take the magical fruit and comprehend the false magical power.

This is what the former people planted and the later people enjoyed the shade.

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

He scoured the entire yard and took away as much valuables as possible.

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

Wang Changhao felt that he had stepped on shit. He either encountered monsters living in groups, or encountered other people's fighting skills. He entered the Jinyangzong site and now he has obtained three Centennial Spirit Fruits and the corpse of a monster, and the harvest is small and pitiful.

Behind him is a group of red monster bees, the big ones are the size of a door, 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 furrowed, and the green-scaled horse under him let out a strange roar, speeding up.

He took out a light cyan bead with a hint of reluctance in his eyes. This was the last self-exposing magic weapon on his body.

He threw the cyan ball behind him~www.readwn.com~ After the cyan ball flew several dozen meters away, it suddenly burst open, and a large cloud of cyan fog emitting a stench gushed out, and some red demons burst out. The bee touched the blue mist, a burst of blue smoke rose from his body, and he quickly fell to the ground.

Obviously, the cyan mist is highly poisonous.

Taking this opportunity, Wang Changhao urged the blue-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 very large, and there is not a single human figure in sight, nor any monsters.

Wang Changhao was a little hesitant, worried about the red monster bee behind him, he patted the blue-scaled horse's butt, and the blue-scaled horse accelerated and ran towards the grassland in front of him.

"Hopefully I won't encounter a demon beast."

Wang Changhao thought to himself in his heart that he had all encountered gregarious monsters, gregarious worms, and cultivators, and he was just short of gregarious monsters. He felt that he should not be so unlucky.