One pound of meat equals one attribute point

Jiangbeizhou, Chijin County.

The moonlight is like water.

In the huge tent in the center of the Skeleton Monk Soldiers’ garrison.

The future Buddha Jialan Gu, who is as big as a fat meat mountain, lies on his back on the bed, his chest heaving, and he is snoring. His brows are slightly frowned, and a pair of eyes that are almost buried in fat open, his pupils dilated, and his expression looks a little dull.

With his eyes open, he looks at the ceiling.

Jialan Gu feels that his body is unbelievably heavy, as if he is sleeping in the deep sea.

His breathing is heavy, and he feels like he can’t breathe.

Is it because he is too tired recently, or is there some other reason?

His head is empty, and countless messy thoughts pass by. Jialan Gu can’t think deeply at all, just lying on the bed in a daze. After resting for a while, he supported the edge of the bed with his arms and slowly climbed up from the big couch.

A celestial being lying next to him heard the movement and opened her eyes.

Her facial features were delicate, and there were beads of sweat on her forehead. Her skin was slightly darker than bronze, but extremely delicate. The celestial maiden gently stroked Jialan Gunna's arm with her slender fingers, and a soft voice like a cat came, "Buddha, did I wake you up?"

"No problem." Jialan Gunna sighed, stretched out her hand and gently patted the woman's smooth back.

This celestial maiden was originally the head of a medium-sized sect in Jiangbeizhou.

She has a graceful temperament and good strength.

She is very favored by the future Buddha Jialan Gunna, and has been with him for more than a month.

In addition to her high cultivation, more importantly, this woman is more romantic than ordinary celestial maidens, Buddha slaves, etc.

But this time...

Jialan Gunna vaguely sensed a hint of abnormality.

In addition to the softness of the celestial maiden's voice, there was also a hint of teasing.

He turned his body and looked down. The two looked at each other, the goddess had a smile on her face, but her eyes glowed scarlet in the dark. Her facial features also became blurred in the moonlight, and another more fierce and moving face emerged vaguely.

Jialan Gu's practice of joyful Taoism, the Buddha slave goddess under his seat, has the power to kill or take.

He has 100% control.

But this time something went wrong, the moment the two looked at each other.

Jialan Gu felt his fat body tremble slightly, and he actually felt a trace of cold fear from the strange facial features of the woman.

He hurriedly moved his eyes away from the woman and looked elsewhere.

On the big couch, on the floor covered with soft blankets, and in the cage tied with chains in the corner.

One by one, strange faces glowing red were raised, like sunflowers in the grass field. The same facial features, the same smile, all looked at Jialan Gu at the same time.

A light laugh, either playful or cold, echoed in the tent.

A bunch of blood-red eyes, as bright as searchlights, focused on Jialan Gu's fat body.

He only felt a sharp pain all over his body as if he was pierced by a steel needle. Even if he noticed something unusual, he couldn't think or resist.

Jialan Gu stretched out his thumb and wanted to rub his temple. But he was horrified to find that his head had shrunk directly. It seemed that there was only a ball of air inside, and the brain, skull and other fillings disappeared without a trace!

"Hiss--"

This shock was extraordinary, and Jialan Gu almost screamed directly.

He climbed up from the big couch with a "swish", panting violently, and sweat all over his body. He raised his head and looked out the window with a dull look.

Beams of golden sunlight shone through the open window, and fine dust danced up and down in the beams.

Jialan Gu was shocked to realize that what happened just now was just a dream.

But the dream...

Jialangunana reached out and touched a cold corpse.

Only then did he realize that the seven or eight goddesses lying on his bed had been dead for a long time, and there was still an inexplicable and weird smile on their faces.

In the corner of the room, the blood incense made of the blood of the emperor's daughter was lit, and green smoke curled up, leaving traces in the sunlight.

"Zhao Yingluo..." Jialan Guna frowned slightly, vaguely aware that something was wrong.

But the previous memories gradually dissipated from his mind like a mist, and his eyes became dull and he couldn't think at all.

At this moment, the sound of hurried footsteps sounded.

The hanging door curtain was lifted by someone, and Bhagavan walked in from outside with a gloomy face.

Looking at the corpses of the goddesses all over the ground, and the future Buddha Jialan Guna who was absent-minded on the bed.

Bhagavan's face was faintly angry.

But Jialan Guna's character has always been like this, and the other party is considered his boss.

Although Bhagavan was angry, he couldn't say much. He just bowed his head and advised, "I hope the Buddha will be a little restrained."

Being disturbed by Bhagavan, the last trace of vigilance in Jialan Gu's heart disappeared.

He took a step forward from the bed, and his burly body like a meat mountain cast a shadow. His face regained that calm and proud attitude, as if everything was in his hands.

"I don't know what the general wants to see me for?" Jialan Gu looked at the painting in front of him.

"Amitabha" Bhagavan suppressed his anger and put his hands together, saying, "Blood Demon General Jialuo has lost contact, and Iron Demon General Panglian wants to snatch the merit. It is estimated that he will soon follow the footsteps of the Blood Demon General. That person is indeed extraordinary..."

"Now it seems that the Great Black Secret King is nine out of ten, and he really fell into the hands of this person."

Speaking of this, Bhagavan paused for a moment and said with emotion, "The Great Zhou Dynasty is vast and rich in resources, with a large population. Whenever there is trouble, there will be evil spirits that will appear. It is really troublesome."

"So..." Jialan Gu raised his eyebrows and still said disapprovingly, "Among the five secret kings of the Hundred Buddha Temple, the Great Black Secret King ranks last in strength. Moreover, although the Hundred Buddha Temple has the inheritance of the Hundred Buddhas, it is broad but not refined."

"Even if the Great Black Secret King really died in his hands, it would not prove anything."

"And the environment of 'Clouds in the Sky' is special. He was able to kill the Great Black Secret King, most likely with the help of some conspiracy or tricks."

Speaking...

Jialan Gu took the fine brush from the table next to him.

He added another stroke to the scroll carefully. It was just a simple stroke, and the demon woman who originally lured King Kong into the devil's way seemed to have a different look on her face. It was somewhat similar to the face in Jialan Gu's memory, but the latter was unaware and was still obsessed with his own paintings.

A vein faintly bulged on Bhagavan's forehead, "Be lenient in anticipating the enemy, be strict in defending yourself."

"I will personally take action next, but even so, I'm afraid it's not safe. I need the help of the future Buddha." Bhagavan told the details of his plan one by one.

Jialan Gunana nodded slightly, "Good."

Bhagavan didn't want to stay any longer, but took a step, frowned and thought, and passed on a piece of news he had received recently, "The Li family, the Lieyang Sect, the Wuji Sword Sect and several other forces may send masters to assassinate, I hope the Buddha will pay more attention."

"Really?" Jialan Gunana put down his brush and looked out the window.

On the battlefield outside the tent, a group of strong monks holding tower shields, with bronze skin and strong bodies like diamonds, were lined up in columns, fighting against each other and practicing against each other. Ancient Sanskrit was engraved on their bodies that exuded a metallic luster.

As the power was running, the Sanskrit lit up, and translucent halo ripples spread outward, covering the entire camp.

"It doesn't matter, just let them come." Jialan Gu sneered, "With the blessing of the military formation, I am invincible in this camp."

"I hope so..." Bhagavan sighed and said no more.

Turned away and disappeared in the golden sunlight.

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"You have to think about it. If we step into this door now, we can't turn back." Jiangzhou Baihua County, under the Demon Suppression Tower. Yan Qian, a kind-looking high-level Anlong, was persuading the Iron Demon General beside him.

The Iron Demon General used a secret method to disguise himself as a black-faced deacon of the Demon Suppression Department.

He clenched his fists, his face full of hesitation and expectation, "For practitioners of my generation, if we want to reach the peak, the key is one word - fight!"

"If you don't fight, how can you get more resources, how can you get more fame?"

"In this world of great competition, if you can't move forward bravely, one step slow, every step slow. Originally, your talent is not as good as that of the Blood Demon General, if you still don't work harder, I'm afraid that in another ten or twenty years, I won't even see the back of the Blood Demon General!"

The Iron Demon General clenched his fists and creaked, "I have already made a decision in my heart, it depends on you, whether you follow me or not."

Yan Qian looked at the Iron Demon General's fiery eyes, and finally lowered his head.

He remembered that he had encountered danger, and it was the Iron Demon General who rescued him from danger at all costs. And he also used precious resources to help him recover from his injuries.

Therefore, although the Iron Demon General acted recklessly, Yan Qian never left and accompanied him.

"You've said so much, what else can I say?" Yan Qian smiled bitterly and shook his head, then his expression became serious and he said seriously: "I agree to go with you, but if you encounter danger. At the critical moment, you have to listen to my advice."

"Of course!"

The Iron Demon General laughed and patted Yan Qian on the shoulder, "Although my brain is not very good, there is only one thing, that is, listening to people's advice."

"Besides, you and I are brothers. We have gone through so many dangerous places, so why should we be afraid that he can't be the governor of a mere place."

"That's right..."

Yan Qian bowed helplessly, "There is no time to lose, we should start the action as soon as possible. If we delay too late, when that person becomes suspicious, it will be easy to make things happen when we want to succeed."

"Okay!" Pang Lian nodded heavily.

He took out a token from his arms, came to the door of the Demon Suppression Tower, and activated the array pattern on it.

Immediately afterwards, a rumbling sound was heard.

As a gust of cold wind blew, the stone door of the Demon Suppression Tower opened.

It was pitch black inside, with fires on both sides lighting up one after another, looking like the mouth of a giant beast ready to devour someone.

For some reason, Yan Qian suddenly felt a chill. He shuddered and felt something was wrong. But when he looked up, the Iron Demon General had already walked in aggressively.

Yan Qian had no choice but to sigh and follow the Iron Demon General closely.