One pound of meat equals one attribute point

Seeing Ralph's angry look, the two vampires dared not delay any longer. The materials for the ritual were quickly collected.

It was still the garden in the castle.

In a well-maintained open space, twelve human slaves were tied to pillars and formed a circle.

There were men and women, old and young among these people. But without exception, their muscles were bulging, and their aura was much stronger than that of ordinary people. They were obviously practitioners with outstanding martial arts. Two of them had even reached the realm of Tiangui.

The blood realm was vast, and there were not only demons, but also human tribes.

There were even human warriors who fought endlessly.

These practitioners were the slaves captured from these tribes by Ralph's men.

They probably knew their fate, and at this time they glared at Ralph, and several people with better spirits cursed. But they could not make any sound, because their tongues and teeth were pulled out. When they opened their mouths, only a waterfall of blood flowed down their lips, which looked quite miserable.

If it were usual.

Ralph and his bloodletters would be very interested in torturing these sacrificial slaves.

But now Ralph's trembling chest was burning with anger, and hatred was like a thick sore in his throat, stimulating his desire for bloodthirsty slaughter. He didn't want to vent his anger on these slaves who couldn't struggle or resist, but just gave orders in a cold voice, saying, "Kill them!"

The two bloodletters raised their knives and quickly beheaded the heads of these slaves one by one, rolling on the ground.

Hot and scarlet blood gushed out from the broken necks.

But it didn't fall.

Instead, it turned into mist and dispersed.

I couldn't see what was going on inside, but I could feel a huge force, surging like a tide. The tiny blood drops suspended in the air solidified and formed into blood-colored runes under the traction of some force. The runes flashed with light, and then exploded.

Bang!

A flash of blood-red lightning passed by.

The air wave was lifted, and the heads rolled on the ground. There was a whirring sound in the fortress, and the two bloodletters were also somewhat unstable. They had to use their strong arms to cover their faces, and only then could they barely maintain their bodies.

When they put their arms down again and regained their vision, Ralph's body had disappeared from their eyes.

...

Huh!

The cold wind flew from the snow-capped mountains in the distant wilderness.

Even though the skeleton was originally a lifeless Gobi wasteland, in Ralph's view, the scenery here was still a paradise compared to the blood world.

Although Ralph was furious, he did not lose his mind. The myth battlefield has not been completely opened, and every time he crosses the border, he has to pay a huge price. Such an opportunity is hard-won for him and cannot be wasted easily.

"It's really troublesome. I came early and couldn't exert my full strength. If I go south again, I'm afraid I'll just die in vain if I meet those two guys." Ralph gritted his teeth and hated his lack of strength.

Fortunately, he had been with Wu Chenghua for some time before.

Ralph knew about the distribution of forces in the Jiang-E and Skull Plain area.

He knew that the seven states of Jiang-E and the secret sects on the Skull Plain had been at war, and now as the situation developed, the three major secret sects had fallen behind and could only be forced to defend.

"It should be a good idea to cooperate with the secret sects." Ralph thought, "but which secret sect should I start with?"

"Forget it!" Ralph clapped his hands.

He didn't know much about the secret sects, so he might as well choose whichever one he met.

Ralph was called the "Blood Sacrifice Demon God" and mastered many unique rituals.

If someone in the world was willing to cooperate with him and spend a lot of resources, then Ralph might be able to come in advance before the myth battlefield was completely opened.

He could find this rift.

Then, other demons in the blood world could also intervene.

One step faster, one step faster, time cannot be wasted. Ralph must take advantage of this rare opportunity to lay out in advance, so that he can take advantage of this opportunity to make a fortune. He looked around and simply identified the direction. Then he chose a position, lowered his head and rushed forward.

The wind was whistling, and the whole world seemed to be left behind by Ralph. Under the gallop, he soon crossed a distance of hundreds of kilometers.

A large and magnificent temple appeared in front of Ralph.

Hundred Buddha Temple!

In the tall dark red courtyard wall, hundreds of meters high golden Buddha statues stood up like raised hills. There were also many towers, all of which were carved from pure white marble and decorated with gold, jade, glass and precious agate.

In the bright sunlight, these dazzling gems also shone.

But Ralph smelled the lingering smell of blood under these sacred pagodas.

"I've finally come to the right place this time!" Ralph's mouth curled up. Although these lamas were covered with a layer of religious cloaks, Ralph thought that they were the same as himself and there was no difference.

Even in terms of the means of torturing people, these lamas are even worse than Ralph, a pure demon god. At a glance, Ralph even felt a sense of amazement that this trip was worthwhile and that his eyes had been opened.

"Hmm?" At this moment, Ralph raised his eyebrows slightly.

The Hundred Buddha Temple covers a vast area. The outer surface is peaceful, but there is a lingering smell of blood inside. And the smell of this blood is very fresh, as if a war or a massacre has just happened.

Ralph was shocked and thought, "Did the Jiang E gang attack me during the time I was in a coma?"

"This trip is in vain!"

But on second thought, Ralph felt something was wrong.

Because the outer wall of the temple is well preserved, there is no trace of war.

The peaceful Buddha light, the looming ancient chanting sound, and the strong smell of blood coming from deep inside the temple. Ralph felt something was wrong. For a demon god, such a change certainly could not scare him, but made him more excited.

Almost without any hesitation, Ralph flashed forward.

When he came to the inner courtyard of the Hundred Buddha Temple, the ground here was sunken, some buildings collapsed, and the fire crackled in the collapsed temple, and thick smoke rose. The ground was littered with corpses, lying in all directions, some of which were crushed by the huge force and exploded directly like insects.

Various blood and internal organs flowed everywhere, and there were buzzing flies on them.

"What happened here? Why did so many people die?" Ralph was surprised at first, and then excited.

Because those who fell here were all powerful practitioners.

Among them were many Tiangui, whose qi and blood were vigorous, which was a great tonic for Ralph.

"These blood meals are of great benefit to me." Ralph's mouth cracked, revealing dense fangs. In front of him was a Tiangui realm body cultivator, whose body was well preserved, but the fatal wound was in the sky, which was pierced by a finger, and the brain mixed with blood flowed out together, gathering into a small pool on the ground.

Even though he had been dead for some time, his body was still plump, his blood was vigorous, and there was even a faint fragrance in his flesh and blood. This was a vision that could only be seen when the flesh was transformed and there was no dust or dirt. For a demon god like Ralph, it is even more of a tonic.

Faced with such temptation, it is almost impossible to control one's desire.

Ralph howled and was about to open his mouth and swallow it all, but at this moment-

Step!

A slight sound of footsteps suddenly appeared behind Ralph.

This shock was extraordinary, and Ralph came back to his senses from the temptation.

His heart was pounding, and his face was filled with incomprehensible surprise.

"How is it possible!?" When he just stepped into this temple, he carefully checked the surrounding environment. After confirming that there was no danger and no other movement, he chose to move. But the footsteps just now sounded as if they were less than ten meters away from him.

What a strange thing! ?

Ralph's muscles subconsciously tensed up and he turned around.

He saw an old monk wearing a patched gray robe and holding a broom in the sun behind him, looking up at him calmly.

"Amitabha!" The old monk bowed to him with one hand and smiled, "Donor, this is not the place you should come to."

His face was old, his muscles were loose, and he looked like a man without any trace of cultivation. He was no different from those menial workers. Even his monk's robes were full of patches and washed white. Only his eyes emitted a little light.

How could an ordinary old monk appear behind him silently?

Is it some kind of strange story?

Ralph's thoughts turned quickly, but he gradually felt a murderous intent.

The demon god was originally unruly. What's more, it was just a clone who came here. In the worst case, it would just lose some power out of thin air.

When he thought of this, Ralph snorted coldly, "You are playing tricks, you really don't know how to live or die!"

He flipped his palm, and a flash of blood suddenly appeared.

There was a buzzing vibration in the air, and he was about to wave his hand forward.

But just as he raised his hand, the gray monk suddenly disappeared and appeared in front of Ralph.

Ralph was startled, but there was nothing in front of him. The old monk was still standing there, holding a broom in one hand and one hand on his chest, as if what Ralph saw just now was just an illusion.

"Damn it! How dare you play tricks on me!" Ralph was shocked and angry, and suddenly punched forward to smash the monk in front of him into pieces.

But a feeling of weakness made him unable to use his strength.

Ralph looked down, his pupils trembling, and he saw that his chest was empty. The internal organs inside disappeared. Only a huge pit was left that was bleeding continuously, with sticky blood wisps, and a golden pagoda at the end of the wide road behind could be seen directly.