Big Black Fang let go of the blood-drinking hairy beast's body, checked it again, and confirmed that the monster had died, and then walked in the direction Zhu Minglang said, to gnaw on his own big black pig pig.
Zhu Minglang stretched out his palm and activated his spiritual power.
Spiritual power is like a magnet that can absorb and condense the souls of those creatures that have just died. Zhu Minglang has noticed that when he gathers the soul of his spiritual power, his eyes seem to be able to see the wisp of light floating in the air. The dead soul next to the corpse of the blood-drinking beast...
Dark red, like a shadow that is slowly fading, Zhu Minglang began to concentrate on trying to gather the dark red souls towards him.
This process is not too difficult. It mainly depends on the host itself. On the one hand, the soul is not damaged in the battle, and on the other hand, the host must have a certain level of cultivation.
To become a demon spirit is to have a cultivation base, which is fundamentally different from the wild beasts in the mountains.
This cultivation is not only reflected in the strength, flexibility, and swiftness of the physical body, but also in the strength and extraordinaryness of the soul. The most obvious feature is the ability to use black magic!
"This blood-drinking beast's soul is weak, I'm afraid it won't be able to condense a good soul orb." Zhu Minglang was a little disappointed.
I don't know if it's because of my unfamiliar skills, or if this blood-drinking beast is really not very good. Zhu Minglang picked up a blood bead, which is not as good as the violent catfish soul bead that Teacher Duan Lan gave him back then. high.
"Although it's a bit low-quality, it's a pity to lose it, and it's not easy to sell. The preservation box is more expensive than the itself. Give it to Hong Hao later, and it will be regarded as paying for his information." Zhu Minglang said.
After harvesting the soul orb, Zhu Minglang packed it in a very simple wooden box. This kind of wooden box actually has no substantial preservation effect. Every once in a while, the soul orb will dissipate part of its energy. The speed is very fast.
The big black pig was dragged by Hei Fang, even though he was already very hungry, the big guy was very obedient and did not bite directly, but put the big black pig in front of Zhu Minglang seriously, A good thing should give the owner the first bite first.
"Find some big rocks to form a stone stove, and then throw all the fallen fir trees into it." Zhu Minglang ordered.
Hei Fang was very diligent, and immediately followed Zhu Minglang's instructions, and without Zhu Minglang's hands, he saw its huge and powerful body swaying back and forth around, and Zhu Minglang started to light the fire, and began to deal with the outer layer of the big black pig thick hair.
Not long after, an open-air barbecue rock platform was piled up, saving the step of bloodletting, Zhu Minglang also cleaned the internal organs of the big black pig, and started to roast the black pig...
There is no need for any oil or seasoning. The black pig fat has its own fragrant lard, and it is slowly permeating into the golden meat as it is roasted by the flame.
"Hei Fang, when you are drooling, can you move your head closer to that side, I thought it was raining!" Zhu Minglang glared at it angrily.
The big guy was so greedy, his eyes were about to glow, and the saliva slipped down from the corner of its big mouth, and after a while, the big tongue swept it back, swallowing all the saliva.
The owner didn't say yes.
Can't eat yet.
We must restrain ourselves from counting.
Bai Qi stood leisurely on Zhu Minglang's shoulder, looking at the big black teeth with a puzzled expression, but also with a bit of pride.
No matter how crispy the skin is roasted and how juicy and delicious the meat is, Xiao Bai can't arouse the slightest interest. There is probably a kind of fairy who drinks dew and is beautiful and refined.
"You can eat it. After eating, let's find some demon spirits to try." Zhu Minglang said.
"Oh woo~~~" The big black tooth raised its head and let out a long howl. This appearance made Zhu Minglang suddenly suspect that it had some blood of the big bad wolf.
One mouthful and one big fat leg, the big black teeth are full of oil, every time I wipe the oil on my face with my tongue, I can feel the happiness overflowing from it...
Taking advantage of the big black teeth before swallowing them all, Zhu Minglang cut a piece of pork neck, and flipped through the books while eating.
There are many things to learn, especially to be a qualified dragon shepherd, one must have sufficient knowledge reserves. In the past, Zhu Minglang was only surrounded by Xiaobai. Xiaobai has always been self-taught and talented. I need Zhu Minglang to worry about something, but Big Hei Ya was born from the grassroots. Acquired hard work is more important, so I need to make more plans by myself.
"Yu~~~~~"
Does Xiaobai look a bit bored, already lying on Zhu Minglang's shoulder listlessly.
"You also want to find some opponents?" Zhu Minglang asked.
"Yiyi!" Bai Qi immediately nodded his head.
Thinking of the gilded fire dragon, Bai Qi had the will to fight, but some power was still sleeping in his body, as if bound by something, and only through fighting could he break the shackles.
Bai Qi was also looking forward to the battle.
"Okay, let's go deeper later." Zhu Minglang said.
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This meal should be able to last for many days. This kind of black pork that is about to become a demon contains huge energy. Even a body like Big Black Fang needs some time to digest. If you eat again, unless it is more nutritious The meat is gone, otherwise it will be supportive if you eat any more.
Continue to go deep into the fir forest, and gradually some old pine trees began to replace them. They are tall and straight, and each tree needs to be surrounded by two people. I feel that these trees may have become spirits, otherwise why do those branches seem to tear people apart? The horror of biting!
Big Black Fang doesn't know how to restrain its breath, most monsters will avoid them, not to mention those monster spirits that have lived for hundreds of years are not those stupid beasts, they are very alert, no matter how big the pine forest is, no matter how many birds and beasts there are, but you have to find them Tracking them is indeed a difficult matter.
With the lessons learned that it was not easy to find wild boars, Zhu Minglang learned to be smart.
The demon spirits coveted the flesh of some powerful creatures. Zhu Minglang specially asked Big Black Fang to carry the corpse of the blood-drinking furry beast. The powerful demon spirit is brought out!
This method is very effective. It didn't take long before a brown thorny creature appeared in the depths of the pine forest. Its demonic aura was so powerful that all the beast spirits around it who wanted to get a share of the pie were scared away, so they could only walk away from it. Wandering, keeping a safe distance.
"Is this a wild dragon?" Zhu Minglang asked in surprise.
The brown beast looks like a pig, but its mane is covered with spikes, and its head has three horns, which is somewhat similar to the Triceratops among the ancient dragons. Its whole body is covered with flesh armor, and its legs are short. The legs are short, and the flesh armor is already very domineering. It feels like some fragile blue dragons and giant dragons will be smashed to pieces by it!
"It shouldn't be a real dragon, but a wild pseudo-dragon with more than five hundred years of beast spirit cultivation." Zhu Minglang said in surprise.
Five hundred years of cultivation does not mean that the creature has lived for five hundred years. In this world, there are many earth essences and heavenly spirits who have increased their cultivation. If some wild beasts and demon spirits have such an adventure, their cultivation may skyrocket Hundreds of years.
Moreover, through fighting, killing, and devouring the corpses and souls of other demon spirits, one can also quickly increase one's cultivation.
Relying on hard work, those who have cultivated for hundreds or thousands of years are considered a minority in this big world.
With the blood of an ancient dragon and five hundred years of cultivation, the bristled boar and pseudo-dragon caught by Zhu Minglang must have been rampant in this pine forest for many years. It is the absolute overlord of this area!
"Should have the strength of a dragon child." Zhu Minglang was a little excited, and finally had a decent prey!
The jungle is complex, and any creature, no matter how weak, has its own way of survival. Even the monsters in the deep mountains and old forests do not roam all over the place. Smart hunters always find out the habits of their prey and carry out fishing law enforcement!
"Oh!!!" Heicang Tyrannosaurus was also excited at this time.
The blood-drinking hairy beast before was too weak.
Finally, there is a decent opponent, and the Heicang Tyrannosaurus can display its full strength!
"Bang bang bang!!"
After a heroic sprint, the Heicang Tyrannosaurus was already in a fighting state...
However, an elegant white figure was faster than it, and the surrounding ancient pine trees were inexplicably condensed with a layer of frost, and all the needles turned into snow-white velvet needles.
Stretched wings, layer upon layer, gorgeous and colorful, Bingchen Bailong rushed ahead of Heicang Tyrannosaurus!
It first swayed countless frozen frosts, freezing the entire forest.
Immediately afterwards, a hurricane with a silver feather blade blew up. The hurricane twisted the century-old pines into sawdust, and even scraped off a large layer of soil surface.
The bristling boar pseudo-dragon was fearless at first, but after seeing the silver-feathered hurricane hovering tens of meters above the canopy, he realized that what he was facing was definitely not a local little monster.
It dodged in a panic, but found that its short and fat limbs were stuck together with the frost on the ground at some point, and when it finally broke free from the frozen ground, the silver-feathered hurricane was already in front of it...
The pseudo-dragon, which was as heavy as a stone house, was still thrown into the wind, and saw those extremely sharp silver feathers of ice chopping it fiercely, and the seemingly powerful flesh armor was completely cut open! !
The blood scattered in the Silver Feather Hurricane, and the entire Hurricane turned blood red.
"boom!!!!!"
It didn't know how long it took for the bristle boar pseudo-dragon to finally fall from a high altitude. When it fell to the ground, it had no signs of life.
Heicang Tyrannosaurus ran wildly all the way, and finally caught up with the bristling boar pseudo-dragon, intending to have a hearty fight with it, but saw that the bristle-pig boar pseudo-dragon had died, and suddenly the crocodile looked confused.
Turning his head, he took a deep look at the Bingchen White Dragon floating in mid-air, whose body had grown a lot, Big Black Fang and his eyes fell on Zhu Minglang helplessly.
Even if you are dying.
Black Treasure can also get an assist~