The shape of the beast is like a dog, its horns are like a cow, there are three heads, two feet long, one zhang high, and the whole body is covered with golden fluff, and it is a three-headed cunning. Behind the three cunnings, there is a courtyard covering an area of several acres, the wall of the courtyard has fallen in half, and you can see the pavilions and pavilions, which are obviously the cave of a certain monk.

The three cunning are second-order high-grade demon beasts, very difficult, and the three huge heads are spewing red flames, white ice picks, and golden lightning with three spells with different attributes, and it is a mutated spirit beast.

Wang Qingshan didn't 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.

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

The three sly only felt that the void around them was tight, and they couldn't move.

Wang Qingshan made a decisive move, and the golden armor guard raised his right foot and stomped on the three cunning abdomen.

The three snorted slyly, their faces hideous.

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

A strange roar came out of the three sly mouths, and there was a hint of despair in their eyes.

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

"Since you are a mutated spirit beast, even if you don't understand my words, you know that I don't want to kill you, so honestly let me plant a ban and use it for my use, otherwise I will kill you immediately. ”

Wang Qingshan said coldly, and the cyan giant sword bloomed with a cyan sword light, and the momentum was violent.

The three slyly hesitated for a moment, lowered their heads, and let out a low roar from their mouths to show submission.

Wang Qingshan was overjoyed, opened his mouth and spewed out a large mouthful of essence blood, and with a pinch of the law, the essence blood turned into hundreds of mysterious blood-colored runes, and in a flash it disappeared into the body of the three cunning, and the three heads of the three cunning each lit up with a large piece of mysterious runes, Wang Qingshan felt that there was some more connection with the three cunning.

Wang Qingshan's law resolutely urged the ban, and the three sly faces showed painful expressions, and their bodies writhed non-stop.

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

The three sly quickly ran to Wang Qingshan's side and crawled on 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 courtyard.

It didn't take long for it to land in a garden.

There are more than a dozen fruit trees in the garden, most of them have withered, and there is a golden fruit tree more than two feet high, the leaves are pale golden, and there is a golden fruit the size of a fist hanging on the tree, and the surface of the golden fruit is covered with mysterious lines.

The three of them let out a low roar in their mouths, staring at the golden fruit tree on the tree with fiery eyes.

Wang Qingshan took out a cyan jade slip and pasted it on the center of his eyebrows.

After a moment, he took off the cyan jade slip and looked extremely excited.

"The Divine Power Fruit is actually this Spirit Fruit. ”

Generally speaking, only monks above the Dan stage can cultivate supernatural powers, and those who cultivate immortals below the Dan can mainly rely on spells and talismans, and the supernatural power fruit can allow the user to have weakened supernatural powers, also known as pseudo-supernatural powers.

The Divine Power Fruit bears fruit in three hundred years, and it can only mature in five hundred years, and the monks below the Yudan can comprehend a pseudo-divine power that is in line with their own exercises, and if the monks in the foundation building period can comprehend a pseudo-magical power, their strength will increase greatly.

Wang Qingshan finally understood why the three cunning had mutated, and emotionally took the Divine Power Fruit, if he was one step late, this Divine Power Fruit would also fall into its stomach.

Wang Qingshan forcibly suppressed his excited mood and picked the magic fruit.

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

The room is elegantly furnished, with dusty tables and chairs.

He asked the three heads of cunning to protect the Dharma downstairs, and he went into a room and took the Divine Power Fruit.

The Divine Power Fruit melted in his mouth, turning into a stream of pale golden juice that flowed into Wang Qingshan's abdomen.

A day later, Wang Qingshan opened his eyes, and a blue light shot out of his eyes.

As soon as his mind moved, countless cyan lights appeared in front of him, turning into hundreds of cyan flying swords, each cyan flying sword was like an entity, and the aura was compelling.

"Pseudo-divine powers, a hundred swords are one. ”

Wang Qingshan exhaled lightly, his eyes full of joy.

The Return of a Hundred Swords to One is a weakened version of the Return of Ten Thousand Swords, even if it is a weakened version, it is still more difficult for the Foundation Cultivator to block this technique.

Wang Qingshan carefully found that with his cultivation of the fifth layer of the foundation, he used a hundred swords to unify them, consuming three-quarters of his mana at a time, and he could only use it once in a fight.

Wang Qingshan stood up and walked around the cyan attic, the tables and chairs were made of some kind of spiritual wood, and Wang Qingshan took them away unceremoniously.

Before entering the ruins of Jinyang Sect, Wang Ruyan took a lot of storage beads from the family treasury, 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, offering tables, etc., Wang Qingshan took them all away, and almost demolished the entire attic.

Walking out of the attic, he walked towards the Divine Power Fruit Tree, if the Wang family had a Divine Power Fruit, five hundred years later, the Wang Family's immortal cultivators would be able to take the Divine Power Fruit and comprehend the pseudo-divine power.

The predecessors planted trees and the later people enjoyed the shade, which is what they said.

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

He searched the whole yard, and took as many valuable things as he could.

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

Wang Changhao felt that he had stepped on dog shit, he either encountered a group of demon beasts, or he encountered someone else's fighting method, and until now when he entered the ruins of Jinyang Sect, he got three hundred-year-old spirit fruits and the corpse of a demon python, and the harvest was pitiful.

Behind him were a swarm of red demon bees, the largest one the size of a door panel, and the smaller one the size of a fist, numbering hundreds.

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

He took out a pale cyan orb, and there was a hint of reluctance in his eyes, this was the last self-revealing magic weapon on his body.

He threw the cyan bead behind him, and after the cyan bead flew out for dozens of feet, it suddenly burst open, and a large cyan mist that emitted a fishy smell gushed out, and some red demon bees touched the cyan mist, and a burst of green smoke rose from their bodies, and they quickly fell to the ground.

Obviously, the cyan mist is highly toxic.

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

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 figure in sight, nor can there be a demon beast.

Wang Changhao hesitated a little, worried about the red demon bee behind him, he slapped the buttocks of the green scale horse, and the green scale horse sped up and ran towards the grassland in front of him.

"I hope I don't run into a demon bird. ”

Wang Changhao secretly thought in his heart, he had touched the group of demon beasts, group demon insects, and immortal cultivators, and he was just a group of demon birds, and he felt that he should not be so unlucky.

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Chapter 454: Divine Power Fruit Tree