One pound of meat equals one attribute point

Bang!

He exerted force with his fingers.

The giant's head exploded and turned into a handful of flying ash.

He rubbed his five fingers slightly, and the fine lime dust fell on the ground along the gaps between his fingers. It gathered with the rubble from the giant's body.

There was a slight sound of footsteps on the side.

Su Heng looked up and saw Ke Yulan coming out of a lush jungle.

When the two started fighting, Ke Yulan sensed something was wrong and hid far away.

The giant's strength was a bit exaggerated, and she would only be a burden if she stayed here. When the battle was over and she returned, she saw this scene in front of her. Ke Yulan's body trembled slightly, and there was a visible fear on her fair face.

Su Heng didn't care what she thought, and retracted his gaze and fell back on the pile of rubble that the statue in front of him had turned into.

He just extended his spiritual perception outward.

He then noticed the large amount of spiritual power gathered in the statue, which was so vast that it far exceeded the gains from any statue before. Su Heng was not in a hurry to absorb, and first opened his attribute panel. The completion of the Heavenly Demon State has now increased to just over 32%.

Then he used the Heavenly Demon Method again, and easily extracted and absorbed the spiritual power in the statue.

It took an extra period of time to transform.

A slight swelling pain appeared in Su Heng's mind.

He opened his eyes and reopened the attribute panel. The number of the Heavenly Demon State above has increased to 45%. This statue is almost equivalent to the harvest of six or seven statues before.

In addition to the fact that the four-armed and hundred-eyed giant is strong, Su Heng believes that this race should have a lot to do with the talent and attainments in the spiritual field.

In the past, he fought with masters among humans or demons.

Most of them relied on strong physique and reaction speed, and there were not many attacks in the spiritual field.

But this four-armed and hundred-eyed giant, the secrets of the spiritual field came one after another.

Moreover, on this basis.

This guy's physique is quite remarkable.

Judging from this short battle, this race should be quite good at fighting.

If they are really the masters of this land and have lived here for millions of years, how can they disappear in just a few thousand years?

What exactly does the last war that the giant mentioned refer to?

If what he said is right.

Then, where do humans in this world come from?

The conversation with the four-armed giant not only did not dispel Su Heng's doubts, but increased them. Simply according to what the giant said, there should be many strong men of this race in Changshengtian.

The echo of Changshengtian deepened, and the strong men returned. As long as they continue to grow, I am afraid that it will not take long before they can fight with the strong men of this race who have returned. At that time, the truth of some things that happened in the past should be revealed in front of us.

As for those things that happened in the past, right or wrong, it is actually not important.

The important thing is only one point.

That is who is strong and who is weak, that's all.

Swish!

The scabbard hanging on Su Heng's waist vibrated slightly.

Feeling something in his heart, Su Heng untied the scabbard and pointed it at the sky, and then a gray-black light sank into it.

A layer of gray handwriting appeared on the surface of the scabbard, and Su Heng glanced at it lightly.

He knew in his heart that the meeting between the immortal sect and the family was about to begin.

Su Heng was ready to leave.

However, before that, his eyes fell on Ke Yulan, "Now the eighteen statues of Jiangbeizhou have been collected, and the agreement between you and me has been completed."

"Next, what do you think?" Su Heng asked in a calm voice.

Looking at Su Heng's burly and extremely ferocious body under the moonlight. Ke Yulan did not feel relieved, but was panicked in her heart, and a dense layer of cold sweat oozed out of her smooth forehead. She thought about it, half-knelt on the ground, and replied respectfully, "My strength is weak, but I have accumulated a little in collecting intelligence and training personnel."

"If you don't abandon me, I am willing to serve you."

The situation will change next, and it is indeed necessary to have an exclusive information channel.

Much of his current intelligence was obtained from the hands of Lieyang Sect and Wuji Sword Sect. But if he continued like this, on the one hand, it would be a waste of time and it would be easy to miss good opportunities. On the other hand, he would be controlled by others, which would always be inconvenient.

So, Su Heng thought for a while and nodded, "Okay!"

"Thank you, Master!" Ke Yulan breathed a sigh of relief, almost like a near-death experience.

But when she raised her head again.

The bright moonlight remained, and Su Heng's burly body had disappeared on the scarred open space.

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In the ancestral home of the Wu family in Jiangbei, there is a landmark building called the Swallow Tower.

This wooden tower is 100 meters high and stands on Fengshan Mountain. The top of the tower is an octagonal spire, and the eight vertical ridges on the top of the tower meet at one point to form a spire and set up a tower top.

There is also a gem on the tower top. It was dawn at this time and the sun rose. The gem refracted the sunlight, and the colorful light was like fog, hazy and hazy, which was very beautiful.

During the previous battle with the Wu family ancestor, this pagoda was damaged, but not seriously.

It was repaired by Meng Huan’s men in a few days.

It is now used as a place for consultation and negotiation between the Immortal Sect and the Aristocratic Family.

In the open space around the pagoda, there are still many disciples and elders from various sects gathered together. In the past, although there were frictions between the immortal sect and the aristocratic family, the superficial relationship was still maintained well.

It is normal for young disciples to meet, talk and laugh, and discuss some new things.

But now, such relaxed conversations are rare.

Most people have gloomy faces. When they hear the wind, the atmosphere in the square is very serious.

To the left of the Swallow Tower, beside the gurgling water on the hillside, among the lush maple leaves, there is another quaint octagonal pavilion.

Two figures, one tall and one short, are talking in the pavilion. The short figure is dark and fat, with an ordinary face, and he is wearing a fiery red Taoist robe.

This fat man is called Mu Yi Zhenren, the head of Lingxiao Sect among the three major immortal sects in Jiang and E.

Among the three major immortal sects, Wuji Jianzong is the strongest, while Lingxiao Sect is the weakest. It has always been at the bottom. From the beginning of the establishment of the sect to now, no cultivator above Tiangui has been born.

The reason why it can be ranked among the immortal sects and has such an extraordinary status is mainly because Lingxiao Sect has a great background and can enjoy the shade of a big tree.

In the Great Zhou Dynasty, there are three main veins of Taoism, namely Zhenyi, Dadao, and Jingming.

And Lingxiao Sect is one of the twelve branches under the Jingming vein.

The myth battlefield came, and Master Mu Yi felt that there was no hope of winning the fight. Moreover, Lingxiao Sect is different from the other two immortal sects. Jingming Sect, which is backed by the three main veins of Taoism, even if it leaves from the Jiang-E area, it will only return to its original sect, and there is no so-called serious injury to its vitality.

Therefore, there is no consideration.

Master Mu Yi planned to leave with his disciples and elders, as well as the resources and wealth accumulated over the years. But it is not so easy to leave.

Because the immortal sect has been developing for so many years, the resources and population of an entire state have all been swallowed and absorbed.

As a matter of course, they should take on the responsibility of maintaining local stability, which is a common sense.

Now they are in danger.

Even before the war really started, they just rolled up their bedding and ran away.

This is no different from deserters on the battlefield, which is despicable.

Meng Huan held this consultation, and Master Mu Yi had a premonition that there would definitely be a conflict and he would not leave so easily.

But he still chose to attend the meeting in person, and the black fat man had a confident expression on his face. The reason lies in the white-browed Taoist next to him.

This Taoist has white hair and white eyebrows, and looks to be in his seventies.

But his face is ruddy, his eyes are sharp, and his strong muscles make the Taoist robe, which should be loose, bulge.

Especially the end of his hair is tied into a small braid. There are copper rings on his arms, his face is sinister, and he just stands there motionless. At a glance, he gives people a strong sense of oppression.

This Taoist is called Huang Long, a supreme elder in the Jingming Sect.

According to seniority, he is the uncle of Master Mu Yi. He is extremely powerful and has a record of suppressing the demon god in Changshengtian. But he is also quite irritable. At this time, Master Mu Yi is very cautious when talking to him.

He finished reporting what happened during this period of time.

The expression on Taoist Huanglong's face became more and more gloomy, and he cursed in a low voice, "What a coward!"

"As a dignified immortal sect, you have to look at other people's faces and rely on others' breath when you come and go. You have really lost the face of my Jingming lineage by getting to this point!"

Master Mu Yi lowered his head, but did not dare to refute.

He just continued, "During this meeting, the two of them need Master to be careful."

He took out a stack of straw paper from his arms and handed it to Taoist Huanglong. The latter reached out to take it, but just lowered his head and glanced at it casually, then stretched out his hand and pinched it. With a shake of the strength in his arm, the straw paper turned into fine powder, which was blown away by the wind in an instant and disappeared without a trace.

"I know." Taoist Huanglong just nodded, but he obviously didn't take the above content to heart.

Seeing this, Master Mu Yi was a little worried.

"Meng Huan is fine, but Su Heng has a record of fighting against King Dingxuan of Qingzhou without losing." Master Mu Yi lowered his head and added carefully.

"Oh, is that so?" Taoist Huanglong raised his sword-like eyebrows, which seemed a little surprised.

But thinking of his attitude in front of his nephew just now, he couldn't lose face.

"So what, King Dingxuan was seriously injured, and the strength he could exert was only 50%. Even if it was a draw, it didn't mean anything." Taoist Huanglong patted Master Mu Yi's shoulder and said firmly, "With me here, you can rest assured, there won't be any waves!"

"That's good, thank you for troubling my uncle." Seeing that Taoist Huanglong was still confident and sure of victory.

Master Mu Yi couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and a smile appeared on his dark and fat face.

"In that case, let's go meet these people." Master Mu Yi struck while the iron was hot.

"Okay!" Taoist Huang Long raised his head and sneered, "Let me see what kind of heroes there are in this Jiang-E area."