One pound of meat equals one attribute point

The chains creaked and the fire flickered. In the dim hall filled with the smell of blood, the giants slowly spread out to both sides and lined up in columns.

A burly figure slowly walked from the dark staircase. His hair was messy and his shoulders were draped. His strong body was more than one level higher than the dragon guards beside him. There was a gentle smile on that wild and masculine face, but his eyes made the Wind Demon General shudder.

That's not a look at the same kind at all.

On the contrary, it is more like looking at a piece of meat carefully cooked by the chef on the dining table, or a white mouse on the experimental table.

"You——" Feng Mojiang was trembling all over and she opened her mouth.

But Su Heng's big hand quickly enlarged in sight, grabbed her chin, and lifted the wind demon general who had been cut into a human stick into the air. The thick thumb forcefully pried open the corner of the mouth and stuffed it into the mouth, passing over the rows of teeth like a puppy.

The wind demon retched violently, his face turned red, and thick saliva dripped down the corners of his mouth, pulling out silvery white threads.

"Sir?" Wang Xinlong nodded to Su Heng in greeting.

"You did a good job." Su Heng threw the Wind Demon General on the ground like trash, "Better than I expected."

Su Heng smiled.

His eyes fell on Feng Demon General, "This guy will save her life first."

For future attempts by the female Dragon Guard, we can start with the Wind Demon General, collect data from her, and squeeze out the last bit of use value from her.

"Understood." Wang Xinlong nodded.

The chains hanging from the ceiling made a sound, and the firelight swayed slightly.

The skull that was stuffed into the wall fell to the ground and exploded into pieces with a bang.

Su Heng glanced at it, and his eyes fell on General Feng Mo again. I don't know whether it was because of fright, fear, or excessive blood loss, but General Feng Mo's face was frighteningly pale at this time. Even the originally red and attractive lips had lost their color at this time, and drool was dripping without even realizing it.

Tangtang is such a weirdo, he was actually scared into this state.

Su Heng shook his head.

Snapped!

He squatted on the ground and reached out to pat the Wind Demon General's cheek.

"Don't be afraid, I don't eat people." Su Heng stretched out two fingers and pinched the Feng Demon General's chin, "Next, I'll ask and you answer."

"have you understood?"

"Yeah." Feng Mojiang blinked and reluctantly swallowed the saliva secreted under his tongue.

"Who asked you to come here? What is your purpose?" Su Heng asked.

"Bhagavan..." Wind Demon General replied tremblingly, "He asked me to create chaos in Baihua County and the Demon-Suppressing Division, and then lure you out from here."

"Then what?"

"Introduced into a trap." Wind Demon gasped in pain, "Bhagavan will take action himself."

"Is he the leader of the Dark Organization?" Hearing the name again, Su Heng frowned slightly, and asked again, "Is he the only one? What state is he in now?"

"I don't know." Feng Mojiang shook his head, his face full of fear.

"Really?" Su Heng had an expression of pity on his face, and stretched out his thumb to gently wipe away a tear from the corner of Feng Mo Jiang Cangqi's eyes.

"it's a pity……"

He suddenly sighed and said, "If you can't explain it, then you are useless."

"I——" Feng Mojiang opened his eyes wide and breathed heavily. Even though her arms were torn off, she struggled fiercely, like a fish caught on the beach, "Bhagavan is the second stage of perfection of Tiangui, and there is also the future Buddha Jialangu, I dare not Sure, but he'll probably take action too."

The second realm of Tiangui is to control Qi.

Can borrow part of the power from the Immortal Heaven and blend it with his own strength.

The Great Black Secret King and the leader of the Dark Organization should be in the same realm. As for the future Buddha Jialanguna, Su Heng is not sure about it. But as long as he is in the realm of Heavenly Creatures, there is no need for him to worry too much.

As for the existence above the sky...

Because I have never encountered them before, it’s hard to say who is stronger and who is weaker.

It is said that An Shelie has reached this realm, but that is just a rumor.

And after thousands of years, he was seriously injured and came back to life. Even if Su Heng released the water and allowed him to condense dragon blood, he would not be able to return to his peak.

In fact, the strength of the warrior.

In addition to objective factors in physical fitness, subjective mental will can also bring about significant changes.

If a person is successful in martial arts, he will naturally become stronger as he fights.

On the contrary, if the sun sets at a trough, the vicissitudes of the world change, and the repertoire is dilapidated, and this spirit is gone, even in the prime of life, it will be difficult to return to its peak.

"Bhagavan, Jialan Guna..." Su Heng loosened his big hand holding Feng Mo General's cheek and digested the news he just got from her mouth. He looked across the window at the fiery red sun that was gradually rising outside.

Su Heng raised his eyebrows, and a sneer flashed across his face, "Although the Dragon Guard Project was quickly completed, these two people helped me a lot. But I don't have a good temper when they come here to test me again and again. good."

"It's time to go outside and move around."

Su Heng clapped his hands, looked down at the Feng Demon General who was lying on the ground, squeezing his plump breasts into two round cakes, and said indifferently, "Where are they?"

"Outside Wei'an City, in a barren mountain about two kilometers to the west." The Wind Demon General answered.

Wei'an City is located in the north of Jiangzhou, not far from Chijin County of Jiangbei Province where the Skull Plains army is stationed. The battlefield is chosen here to advance, attack, retreat and defend. Although he had never met Bhagavan, Su Heng had a perfect feeling about him.

"I'm afraid there is an ambush here." Wang Xinlong on the other side also raised his head and said, "Sir, do you want us to go with you?"

Only after experiencing aging and being unable to do what you want can you understand how wonderful it is to be young. After undergoing the Dragon Guard transformation surgery, Wang Xinlong returned to his peak, full of fighting spirit, with a pair of pupils exuding hot golden light.

Although the other dragon guards were not as enthusiastic as Wang Xinlong, their breathing became heavier.

He was obviously extremely excited about the upcoming battle.

General Feng Mo was lying on the ground and shivered when he saw this scene, "What kind of monsters are these?"

Compare it to here.

The unpredictable Skull Plain can be considered a paradise.

However, after Su Heng thought for a while, he still shook his head and rejected their proposal, "We can't drain all our strength at once, otherwise there will be no one to watch over Baihua County."

"Okay." Wang Xinlong didn't say much and nodded in agreement.

The sounds of conversation continued.

The Wind Demon will look up and see that the rest of the group's attention is not on him.

A look of despair flashed across her delicate and charming face, and she stuck out her tongue and pressed it against a tooth on the roof of her mouth.

With a hint of determination in his eyes, he was about to bite down hard to activate the poison hidden in his molars. He would rather commit suicide than fall into Su Heng's hands alive.

However--

The moment she took action, the control force field was activated.

The wind demon will have its arms removed, and its flesh-worm-like body will seem to be solidified in amber.

His mouth was wide open, and his trembling pupils were filled with despair. Su Heng lowered his head, laughed "ha", and reached forward to grab it. The gravity was lifted, and Feng Mo flew up out of thin air with his paralyzed body on the ground, and was held down in his hands.

Click!

Su Heng used five fingers to exert force.

A sharp pain hit him, and Feng Mo rolled his eyes upward.

The entire jaw bone was shattered in an instant, and the originally beautiful and delicate face was deformed. It looked like a piece of plasticine that had been crushed and lost its elasticity, drooping down softly. Blood mixed with saliva flowed out from the tongue.

"Do I allow you to commit suicide?" Su Heng said coldly, throwing her aside like trash.

"I'm going out for a trip." Su Heng said to Wang Xinlong, "Keep an eye on her."

"If she continues to be restless, I will peel off her skin."

"Understood." Wang Xinlong looked serious.

"Okay." Su Heng nodded and looked away from General Feng Mo. In the dim stone hall, Su Hengheng took a step forward. As a circle of ripples and tidal force spread outward, stirring up dust, his burly body disappeared in an instant.

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Jiangzhou, outside Wei'an City, in a small mountain forest with a deep environment.

Bhagavan, the leader of the dark organization, squinted his eyes and still wore the old dark red monk's robes. In his left hand he held a string of prayer beads carved into a skull, while in the other hand he held an oil lamp covered in human skin with a core made of human sinew.

"Om Maha Medicine Qi Cha·Ri La Suo Da·Weak Hum Hum Hum Dhu Bala Vaishya Hum..."

Bhagavan's withered lips kept opening and closing, and ancient and long Sanskrit texts were recited continuously from the mouth of this skinny monk.

The Buddha beads were turning and amidst the chanting, the intertwined blood network on the human skin became brighter and brighter, and some bright red claws could be vaguely seen pressing against the lampshade and rubbing violently. It seems that there is some evil ghost trapped in this old oil lamp, and it is suffering the torture of burning heart.

Ruoyouruowu's tragic wails also sounded, echoing in the dense forest.

White smoke rises along the lamp and fills the air.

In the early morning, the wind blew.

The surrounding lush woods were roaring, but the white mist had not dissipated.

Instead, they gathered more and more, and finally turned into a string of ancient Sanskrit characters, bursting with golden light, and engraved on the surrounding rocks, cliffs and ancient forests. The golden light on the Sanskrit text gradually dimmed, and finally the white mist also disappeared.

It seemed like nothing happened, but the entire forest was extremely quiet. Apart from the sound of light and heavy breathing, no other sounds could be heard.

"You are willing to spend money to set up the magic circle of the Third Ming King with the imperial blood incense offering." A slightly mocking voice came, breaking the silence in the dense forest. The ground buzzed and trembled, two large trees more than ten meters high were pushed aside at will, and a huge figure as big as a mountain of flesh stepped in.

This person is none other than the future Buddha Jialanguna.

It is different from the past when he was naked and as carefree as a white pig.

At this time, Jialan Guna was finally wearing a golden and red robe, a lotus mage hat on his head, and a huge golden Zen staff in his hand. He looked somewhat like a master.