On the top of the mountain.

Mo Yanshan enjoyed the big wings of the red eagle but not firewood, tasted it slowly, and ate to his heart's content, and the little demon looked at him beside him.

The meaning of that look is obvious, you are full, I haven't eaten yet.

Mo Yanshan smiled, he could use the remaining Red Eagle body to refine a demon bead.

This little demon is too good to eat, a demon bead contains an extremely large amount of energy, the last time he ate that demon bead was only one or two days, eating one can not top three or five days, this little demon does not know what strange beast in the demon world, will it raise tigers for trouble, and bring endless trouble to himself in the future, but since he has adopted someone, let's take one step at a time. It's so edible, the demon beasts in the realm are not easy to get, and this little demon is not easy to raise!.

The little demon seemed to see the doubt in his eyes.

Ran to him, flattened the sand and gravel on the ground with his paws, drew a humanoid object and then a monkey-like thing on the ground with his long-haired fingers with pointed armor, and then connected them with a line. The little demon pointed to his finger for him to see.

Mo Yanshan shook his head, indicating that he didn't understand.

The little demon leveled the sand and drew an exact pattern on the side, but the person was also bigger, and the monkey was bigger.

Mo Yanshan suddenly understood that the person in the painting was him, and the monkey in the painting was the little demon. That line is the relationship between master and servant. Painting a bigger picture is to say that the relationship will not change over time.

The master behind this demon beast should be very powerful, only the little demon only eats demon beads, and ordinary monks can't raise the little demon at all, maybe his master sees what he can get for the sake of raising the little demon, Mo Yanshan nodded.

The little demon's round eyes leaked a friendly smile.

Mo Yanshan summoned the Red Eagle and Da Ding, refining the demon bead is also a very soul-consuming thing, what he lacks now is soul power, he can't help but be a little worried, this master-servant relationship is not very good, the master has to serve the servant's diet every day, the service is not good, the servant is not happy, such a thing seems to have never heard of it, but it really happened to him, he can only smile helplessly.

He sucked the red eagle into the ding, and it took an hour, tired and sweaty, to help the little demon successfully refine a demon bead, and when the demon bead was suspended in the dingkou, the little demon flew over and snatched it, as if he was hungry. After the little demon ate it, he didn't even say thank you, and after refining it, he fell asleep on the top of the peak.

Mo Yanshan was a little tired, and he also sat on the ancient willow.

There is a little demon, and Sensei wants to use the demon bead to open up the soul mansion.

You'll have to figure out how to get from the dementors.

The last time he used the dementor beast to cultivate, he almost took his own life, once he was bitten by a snake, and he was afraid of the well rope for ten years, and he shook his head in pain when he thought of trying again.

He has no way out, and his cultivation speed must be guaranteed, otherwise not only will he not be able to save Wu Ya'er's life, but the curse of the dead corpse will also take his life.

He has no choice, either to live or to die, and there can be no slackness.

This dementor is very united, this is their terrible point, but also their weakness, maybe just take advantage of this to complete his cultivation, I don't know if the dementor's IQ will make the same mistake.

A flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and there he did, but this mountain peak was too high, and the effect was only afraid that it would not be good.

Mo Yanshan looked at the two peaks in front of him, and smiled at the corner of his mouth.

He summoned an oolong, rode an oolong, ripped off a lot of rattans halfway up the mountain, took it to the top of the mountain and picked it up, tied one end to the ancient willow on the top of the mountain, pulled the other end, flew to the top of another mountain peak in an oolong, adjusted the height, and tied it to a ghost locust.

From above, the thick rattan looks like a suspension bridge with a large arc.

Mo Yanshan jumped onto the rattan and shook it vigorously, just bouncing, with no signs of damage, and it was very strong.

This suspension is of different heights, and he changes his height according to the capacity of the Dementor's voice.

It's really an ideal cultivation prop.

After doing this, Mo Yanshan ate some blood mustard seeds and sat on the top of the peak for an hour, allowing his soul power to recover to its peak.

When I opened my eyes, I let out a breathtaking look.

He used the oolong to fly down the mountain, using the tall trees and tall grass shadows to hide his figure, little by little, and when he approached the basin, he found that those dementors were eating grass with their heads down, and they didn't notice him at all.

He quickly walked through the grass, his body was as vigorous as a cheetah, and he quietly approached a little dementor, and when he got closer, the little dementor hadn't even noticed him, and was still grazing with his head down, he released the oolong, swallowing the dementor in one bite, he quickly collected the oolong, and barely made a sound.

He turned and ran.

There was no movement behind him of the dementor beast herd running.

He ran to a safe distance, summoned an oolong, and lowered the little Dementor to the ground, where he grabbed the little Dementor's tail and didn't let him escape.

The little dementor let out a "cooing" sound, and the group of dementors heard it, first watched, and after a while, understood what was going on, and immediately rushed towards him with a cry of excitement.

He easily put away the little dementor beast, sat on the oolong, rushed to the middle of the valley, and sat on the rattan in advance and waited.

Sure enough, after a few moments, the Dementors rushed to the valley below, filling the valley to the brim.

They all threw their heads up and screamed at him.

He adjusted a suitable height, used the heart demon Dafa's mental method, and used the power of the soul dementor beast to impact the "Yunfu Cave".

Since he didn't have to manipulate the oolong, his soul power consumption was much smaller.

After three hours, he used the powerful power of the Dementor Beast to successfully expand the "Yunfu Cave".

A smile leaked from his face, but weakness followed him, and he hurriedly used his soul power to guide Oolong to release the little dementor beast into the herd.

The Dementor screamed for a moment, and after venting its frustration, it withdrew in a bustling manner under the leadership of the extra-large Dementor.

Mo Yanshan sat on the oolong and returned to the top of the mountain, the little demon stared at him dissatisfied, it was probably the cry of the dementor beast just now that disturbed him, and made him suffer again, Mo Yanshan smiled at the little demon, this servant is more cattle than the master, you have to be careful in the future, he said to the little demon: "Pay attention next time, let you go away." The little demon turned his head angrily, and he thought to himself, "This servant cow!" He was so tired that he began to close his eyes and recuperate according to Gu Liu.

These hordes of dementors are truly treasured. He cannot kill them, but must protect them. At first, he still had the idea of grasping the dementor to refine the demon bead for the little demon, but now he doesn't think like that.

In the following days, Mo Yanshan used the Soul Dementor Beast to cultivate once a day, and he could break through half of the Soul Mansion at a time, but there were several big Soul Mansions that were difficult to expand.

He persisted for more than three months, and finally completed the expansion of all eighteen soul mansions.

In the past two months, occasionally some demon beasts of the ground level do not have long eyes, break into the group of dementor beasts, and if they die, he will refine demon beads for the little demon.

After the expansion of the Soul Mansion was completed, he began to use the power of the Soul Dementor Beast and the Blood Mustard Seed to cultivate soul power to fill these Soul Mansions, these Soul Mansions were like a bottomless pit, and he cultivated for a month, and there was no sign of breaking the Rank Realm.

On this day, he was cultivating on the top of the mountain, and the sky was full of black clouds, and suddenly he saw a group of puppet-like corpses walking in the valley, covered with black carrion, walking towards this side.

These corpses are tall and short, and there are some carrion monsters.

Among the dead corpses was a particularly large carrion giant, three feet high and two feet wide, with long arms, one of which had eyes like gray-black brass bells, and the other white eyes like dead fish, and hair like iron halberds. With each step, the valley trembles.

The repeated black corpse qi emitted by those dead corpses behind him was absorbed into the body of the carrion giant.

Mo Yanshan's heart trembled, seeing that this carrion giant was trembling even to his bones, and a huge fear oppressed him.

The cultivation of this rotting corpse giant is terrifying.