Rise of Qinglian

The shape of the strange beast is like a dog, its horns are like a cow, it has three heads, it is two feet long and one foot high, and its body is covered with golden hair. It is a three-headed cunning. Behind the three heads, there is a courtyard covering an area of ​​several acres. Most of the courtyard walls have collapsed, and pavilions and pavilions can be seen. It is obviously a monk's cave.

The Three-headed Cunning is a second-level high-grade monster that is very difficult to deal with. It has three huge heads that spit out spells with three different attributes: red flames, white ice cones, and golden lightning. It is clearly a mutated spiritual beast.

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

Wang Qingshan presented a golden lotus mirror, pointing the mirror at the three cunning figures.

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

Sanshou Jiao felt the void around him tighten and was unable to move.

Wang Qingshan pinched the magic weapon, and the golden-armored guard raised his right foot and stepped hard on Sanshou Jiao's abdomen.

Sanshou Jiao groaned, with a ferocious look on his face.

With a pinch of his sword technique, the nine cyan flying swords merged into one and turned into a huge cyan sword, which slashed at the three cunning swords with an irresistible momentum.

The three cunning men let out a strange cry, with a look of despair in their eyes.

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

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

Wang Qingshan said coldly, and the blue giant sword bloomed with a green sword light, menacing.

Sanshou Jiao hesitated for a moment, lowered his head, and let out a low roar to express his submission.

Wang Qingshan was overjoyed, he opened his mouth and spat out a large mouthful of essence and blood. With a pinch of magic, the essence and blood turned into hundreds of mysterious blood-colored runes. They disappeared into the bodies of the three cunning ones in a flash. The three heads of the three cunning ones were each A large piece of mysterious runes lit up, and Wang Qingshan felt that he had some kind of connection with Sanshou Jiaoduo.

Wang Qingshan's magic technique pressed the restraint, and the three cunning figures showed pain on their faces, and their bodies kept twisting.

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

Sanshou Jiao quickly ran to Wang Qingshan's side and crawled to the ground.

Wang Qingshan flew up and landed on Sanshou Jiao's back.

"Roar!"

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

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 that is more than two feet high. The leaves are light golden, and a golden fruit the size of a fist hangs on the tree. The surface of the golden fruit is covered with mysterious lines.

The three cunning men let out low roars and stared at the golden fruit tree on the tree with fiery eyes.

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

After a while, he took off the green jade slip, looking extremely excited.

"The magical power fruit is actually this spiritual fruit."

Generally speaking, only monks above the pill-forming stage can cultivate magical powers. Those below the pill-forming stage mainly rely on spells and talismans to fight. The magical power fruit can allow the user to have weakened magical powers, also known as pseudo-magical powers.

It takes three hundred years for the magical power fruit to bear fruit, and it takes five hundred years for it to mature. After taking the magical power fruit, monks below the level of pill formation can realize a pseudo magical power that is consistent with their own skills. If monks in the foundation building stage can comprehend a pseudo magical power, their strength will greatly increase.

Wang Qingshan finally understood why the three-headed cunning had mutated and took the magical power fruit emotionally. If he were a step too late, the magical power fruit would also fall into its belly.

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

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

The interior was elegantly furnished, and the tables and chairs were covered in dust.

He asked Sanshou Jiao to protect the law downstairs, while he walked into a room and took the magic fruit.

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

One day later, Wang Qingshan opened his eyes, and a flash of green light shot out of his eyes.

With a thought in his mind, countless blue lights emerged in front of him, turning into hundreds of green flying swords. Each green flying sword was like a solid body, with compelling aura.

"Pseudo-magical powers and hundreds of swords unified into one."

Wang Qingshan let out a breath, his eyes filled with joy.

Hundred Swords Return to One is a weakened version of Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect. Even if it is a weakened version, it is still difficult for a foundation-building monk to block this technique.

Wang Qingshan carefully discovered that using his fifth-level foundation cultivation to use Hundred Swords to Unity consumes three-quarters of his mana at a time. He can only use it once in a battle.

Wang Qingshan stood up and looked around the green loft. The tables and chairs were made of some kind of spiritual wood. Wang Qingshan took them away without ceremony.

Before entering the Jinyangzong ruins, 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 twenty storage bags.

The Wang family was so poor that the things in the attic were thousands of years old and must be worth a lot of spiritual stones, such as tables, chairs, incense burners, altar tables, etc. Wang Qingshan took them all away and almost demolished the entire attic.

After 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 Wang family's immortal cultivators would be able to take the magical fruit and realize pseudo-supernatural powers.

This is what the predecessors said when they planted trees for future generations to enjoy.

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

He searched 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, with fear in his eyes as the green-scaled horse ran fast.

Wang Changhao felt like he had stepped on shit. He either encountered gregarious monsters or encountered other people fighting each other. Since entering the Jinyang Sect ruins, he has only obtained three hundred-year-old fruits and the body of a monster python, which is a pitiful harvest.

Behind him was a swarm of red demon bees, ranging from the size of a door panel to the size of a fist, and there were hundreds of them.

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

He took out a light cyan ball, with a trace of reluctance in his eyes. This was the last self-revealing magic weapon on his body.

He threw the cyan ball behind him. After the cyan ball flew dozens of feet, it suddenly exploded. A large piece of thick cyan mist emitting a fishy smell surged out. Some red demon bees touched the cyan mist. , a burst of green smoke erupted from the body, and it quickly fell to the ground.

Obviously, the cyan mist is highly poisonous.

Taking this opportunity, Wang Changhao urged his 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 very big, not a single human being can be seen, and no monsters can be seen.

Wang Changhao was a little hesitant, worried about the red demon bee behind him. He slapped the blue-scaled horse on the butt, and the green-scaled horse sped up and ran towards the grassland ahead.

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

Wang Changhao secretly thought in his heart, he had encountered gregarious monster beasts, gregarious monster insects, and immortal cultivators, but the gregarious monster birds were the only ones he encountered. He felt that he would not be so unlucky.