The shape of the beast is like a dog, and its horn is like an ox. it has three heads. It is two feet long and one foot high. It is covered with golden fur. It is a three headed cunning animal. Behind the three crafties, there is a courtyard which covers an area of several mu. The wall of the courtyard has fallen down for most of the time. You can see the pavilions in the attic, which is obviously a monk''s cave.
The three cunning heads are the second-order top-grade monsters, which are very difficult to deal with. They have three huge heads, which are sprayed with three different attributes of Magic: red flame, white ice cone and golden lightning. It is a mutant spirit beast.
Wang Qingshan doesn''t intend to kill the beast. He wants to subdue it for his use.
Wang Qingshan offered a golden lotus mirror, facing three cunning songs.
Golden flash, a large golden glow flying out, accurately covered the three cunning.
Three cunning only feel the void around a tight, unable to move.
Wang Qingshan made a decision to pinch it. The guard of the golden armor raised his right foot and stepped on the abdomen of the three cunning heads.
Three cunning stuffy hum, the face shows ferocious color.
His sword Jue a pinch, nine green flying sword into one, into a green sword, with an irresistible momentum, cut to three cunning.
There was a strange sound in the mouth of the three cunning songs, and there was a trace of despair in the eyes.
The blue sword stopped in front of the three cunning bodies and didn''t kill it.
"Since you are a mutant spirit beast, even if you don''t understand me, you know that I don''t want to kill you. Honestly, let me plant a ban for my use, or I will kill you immediately."
Wang Qingshan coldly said that the huge blue sword bloomed out a green sword, fierce.
Three cunning hesitated for a moment, lowered his head, and made a low roar in his mouth to show his submission.
Wang Qingshan was overjoyed. He spewed out a mouthful of blood essence and choked it. The blood essence turned into hundreds of mysterious blood runes. In a flash, it disappeared into the body of the three cunning. Each of the three heads of the three cunning lit up a large amount of mysterious runes. Wang Qingshan felt that there was some connection between the three cunning.
Wang Qingshan decided to urge and ban the three songs. His face was in pain and his body was writhing.
He put away the magic weapon and the puppet beast, gave the three cunning orders and let them lead the way.
Three cunning quickly ran to Wang Qingshan and crawled to the ground.
Wang Qingshan flew up and landed on the back of the three cunning songs.
"Roar!"
Three cunning wings spread out, gently a fan, soared into the air, flying towards the yard.
Before long, it landed in a garden.
There are more than a dozen fruit trees in the garden, most of them have withered. There is also a golden fruit tree more than two feet high. The leaves are pale gold. There is a fist sized golden fruit hanging on the tree. The surface of the golden fruit is covered with mysterious lines.
Three cunning mouth issued bursts of low roar, eyes hot staring at the tree that golden fruit tree.
Wang Qingshan took out a blue jade slip and pasted it on his eyebrow.
A moment later, he took down the blue jade slips with an extremely excited look.
"The magic fruit is actually the spirit fruit."
Generally speaking, monks above jiedan period can cultivate supernatural powers. For those below jiedan period, their fighting methods mainly rely on magic and seal characters. The fruit of supernatural powers can make users have weakened supernatural powers, also known as pseudo supernatural powers.
It takes three hundred years for the fruit to mature. If the friars below jiedan take the fruit, they can understand a kind of pseudo magic power that matches their own skills. If the friars can understand a pseudo magic power during the foundation period, their strength will increase greatly.
Wang Qingshan understood why the three cunning songs mutated. He took the magic fruit emotionally. If he came a little later, the magic fruit would fall into his stomach.
Wang Qingshan forced down his excited mood and picked the magic fruit.
There is a green attic next to the garden. Wang Qingshan goes in with three songs.
The house is decorated elegantly with dusty tables and chairs.
He asked three cunning to protect the Dharma downstairs, while he went into a room and took the magic fruit.
The entrance of Shentong fruit turns into a pale golden juice and flows into Wang Qingshan''s abdomen.
A day later, Wang Qingshan opened his eyes, and his eyes were shining with blue light.
As he thought about it, countless green lights appeared in front of him and turned into hundreds of green flying swords. Each green flying sword was like an entity, with a strong aura.
"A hundred swords are one."
Wang Qingshan let out a breath and his eyes were full of joy.
One hundred swords is a weakened version of ten thousand swords. Even if it is a weakened version, it is difficult for the friars of foundation building to block this skill.
Wang Qingshan found out carefully that with his five layers of cultivation, he could only use one hundred swords at a time, consuming three-quarters of his mana.
Wang Qingshan stood up and strolled around the green loft. The desks and chairs were made of some kind of spirit wood. Wang Qingshan impolitely took them away.
Before entering the site of jinyangzong, Wang Ruyan took many storage beads from his family''s storehouse. Wang Qingshan is the most powerful, with three strings of storage beads, equivalent to more than 20 storage bags.
The Wang family is too poor. Everything in the attic has been for thousands of years. It must be worth a lot of spirit stones, such as tables, chairs, censers, tables and so on. Wang Qingshan took all of them away, and almost demolished the whole attic.After walking out of the attic, he walked to Shentong fruit tree. If Wang family had a Shentong fruit, five hundred years later, Wang family''s immortal practitioners would be able to take Shentong fruit and understand the fake Shentong.
This is the truth that the predecessors planted trees and the posterity enjoyed the cool.
He carefully dug out the fruit trees and put them in the storage.
He ransacked the whole yard and took away as much as he could.
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in a winding canyon, Wang Changhao rode on the back of the green scale horse, his eyes full of fear, and the green scale horse ran fast.
Wang Changhao felt that he had stepped on dog excrement. He either met social monsters or other people. When he entered the jinyangzong site, he got three hundred year spirit fruits and the corpse of a demon python, and the harvest was pitiful.
Behind him, there are a group of red demon bees. The big one is the size of a door panel, while the small one is the size of a fist. There are hundreds of them.
Wang Changhao looked at the red demon bee behind him. His brow was locked. The green scale horse under him gave a strange roar, which accelerated his speed.
He took out a pale blue bead, and his eyes showed a trace of reluctant color. This is the last self exposed magic weapon on his body.
He threw the green round bead behind him. After the blue round bead flew tens of feet, it burst out suddenly, and a large green thick fog with a fishy smell gushed out. Some red demon bees touched the green fog, and their bodies emitted a burst of blue smoke and quickly fell to the ground.
Obviously, the cyan fog is highly toxic.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Wang Changhao speeded up his speed.
After a cup of tea, Wang Changhao rushed out of the canyon and appeared on the vast grassland.
The grassland is so big that you can''t see a human figure or a monster.
Wang Changhao hesitated and worried about the red demon bee behind him. He patted the ass of the green scale horse. The green scale horse sped up and ran towards the grassland in front of him.
"I hope we don''t meet the demon birds."
Wang Changhao thought in his heart that if he had touched the social monster, the social demon insect and the immortal cultivator, he would have missed the social demon bird. He thought he would not be so unlucky.