One pound of meat equals one attribute point

This new underground chamber is conical, but the top is rounder. At first glance, it looks a bit like a cathedral in the Western classical period. There are black glazed pillars on both sides for reinforcement, and black chains hang down from the dome.

There is no candlelight in the room, and the light comes from various luminous crystals inlaid on the wall.

It is 30 meters high and more than 50 meters in diameter. Even if Su Heng directly releases his body and appears here, it is more than enough to accommodate him, and he will not feel too constrained.

However, Su Heng has a hunch.

It will not take long for such a training room that has been carefully built with a lot of resources.

Because the myth battlefield is about to open, and before that, Su Heng also plans to go to Longyuan. During this period, his growth rate will be incredible. At that time, when his body grows again and his true body descends, the probability that this chamber can fully accommodate him is not high.

"But there is no need to consider these issues now." Su Heng thought, retracting his divergent thoughts.

This is not only the place where Su Heng practices in seclusion, but also a cold storage room, storing a large number of resources transported from various places. Some of them are even fine products that have been slowly accumulated by immortal sects and aristocratic families over hundreds of years. Even if it is sealed, with Su Heng's strong five senses, he can still smell the aroma of the medicine that soothes the heart and spleen.

Gulp!

Su Heng swallowed a mouthful of saliva and sat down cross-legged.

He looked around, and a secret door on the wall opened, and a large number of resources stored inside. Suddenly, it poured down like water and was placed in front of Su Heng. Although the gravity that he controls now cannot be used to fight the enemy. But it is still very easy and casual to assist in doing some trivial things on weekdays.

Click!

A wooden box about two meters high opened in front of him.

There were jars of ointment placed inside. Su Heng took out a jar from it, opened the lid, and a strong fragrance immediately spread out.

Black jar, dark green ointment

It looks like some kind of solidified animal fat, but in a low-temperature frozen state, it tastes like ice cream.

"Wow, the taste is unexpectedly good." Su Heng used to press the demons to the ground and eat them raw. This change of taste makes the taste unexpectedly different. Holding the jar, after a few bites, only some edges and corners were left. Su Heng felt like a bear stealing honey.

"It seems to be the merchant's Mo Lin paste. I heard Qin Shunying say it before. Among the high-level warriors in the Jianghu area, such medicine is very popular."

Throwing the jar aside, Su Heng opened another jar.

Su Heng tasted the taste of demon flesh and blood from it, but some herbs should have been added. While softening the taste, it also makes the nutrients in it easier to absorb. And with so many, these families should have the means to stably produce demon flesh and blood.

This is not surprising. After all, when Su Heng just joined the Demon Suppression Tower.

He was already able to use blood and flesh bacteria to transform demons into meat fields. And those aristocratic immortal sects, which have been passed down for hundreds or thousands of years, have no similar means of cultivation, which is incredible.

He only tasted a few mouthfuls of each medicine to see how it tasted. Most of them were quite good, and each had its own unique taste. But it was still too slow to eat like this. The situation forced him to speed up.

With a sigh, Su Heng sat cross-legged.

With his hands in the lower abdomen, Su Heng opened his mouth and sucked, and operated the Haori Divine Art.

A strong attraction came from him. A large amount of nutrients were initially refined by him and swallowed directly. After all, this was the accumulation of hundreds of years of immortal sects and aristocratic families. Even if it was only the first batch of materials, the amount was quite exaggerated.

Even if he had a gluttonous stomach, after forcibly swallowing half of it.

A slight feeling of fullness came with it.

Su Heng continued to operate the Haori Divine Art to accelerate the absorption of nutrients and convert them into attribute points. On the other hand, he divided his mind and began to recall the sword-forging techniques learned from the Sword Sect. To practice this secret method, one needs to visualize in the mind, treat one's own strength as a sword embryo, and turn the spiritual power into a heavy hammer.

There is a constant collision between the two.

The final effect is that the spiritual power and the strength are combined into one.

At that time, as soon as the thought arises, it will be a domineering sword that is directly slashed.

For example, Meng Huan, no matter where this guy goes, he carries a powerful magic sword.

But in fact, the number of times this sword has been unsheathed to fight the enemy can be counted on one's fingers. This sword is just a cover to attract the enemy's attention. Most opponents have been killed directly by the heart sword formed by the strength and spirit before Meng Huan really draws the sword out of the sheath.

And because the sword energy contains spiritual power, even against the strong men in the earthly immortal realm, the sword forging technique has quite good killing power.

There are ten levels in the sword forging technique.

Each level represents the complete fusion of 10% of strength and spiritual power.

With a large amount of resources as support and past successful experience, Su Heng hardly thought much and added the attribute points he had just digested to this technique. As a result, more than ten days later, an unexpected situation occurred and the practice of the sword forging technique was forced to stop.

"This..."

In the underground dome secret room, a faint green light was sprinkled on the crystal lamp.

Su Heng looked at the various wooden or porcelain packages piled up in front of him, and his expression was somewhat helpless.

Bone, flesh, blood and internal organs.

In the previous realms, Su Heng had reached a point far beyond the limit.

Such growth was unprecedented, and there would be no more in the future. Such a profound foundation also meant that Su Heng's total strength reached an incredible level, so much so that even Su Heng himself lacked a clear understanding.

All his mental power had been integrated with the strength, but in the end, only 30% of it was refined.

If the mental power was completely consumed, even if there were more attribute points, there was no way to raise the realm of the Sword Forging Technique out of thin air.

Moreover, this was after practicing the Heavenly Demon Art and refining the statue.

If there was no Seed of Destruction and the Heavenly Demon Art that he learned from the Dharma King Temple, Su Heng felt that it would be difficult to practice the Sword Forging Technique to the second level. Fortunately, after the integration of these mental powers and strength, they did not disappear, but were strengthened into another form.

The combination of mental power and strength is the foundation of supernatural powers.

Use mental power to form a mental imprint in the brain, and the imprint is closely connected with your own strength. At this point, the magical power is completely formed.

Although he has not practiced the sword forging technique to perfection.

But according to the realm, Su Heng is now a genuine third-step Tiangui, and is qualified to practice magical powers.

"Although it is a little different from what I expected at the beginning, it is generally not bad."

After a test, Su Heng gradually understood the current situation.

He is not ready to end his retreat now.

Instead, he plans to make a concerted effort to condense the remaining magical power marks. Since the attribute panel can even improve the level of the demon skeleton. Then the magical power mark should also be further enhanced with attribute points. After digesting these resources, all aspects will be improved to the peak.

It will not be too late to end the retreat at that time.

Moreover, Su Heng estimated that after this retreat, it would be difficult to sort out his system for a long time.

Because what awaits him will be endless wars one after another. Therefore, he must lay a solid foundation before the big event comes, so that he can have no worries.

He first glanced at the scabbard beside him, and there was no news from it.

This means that the situation outside is still generally within the controllable range. Su Heng was relieved, closed his eyes, mobilized his mental power, and gathered all the scattered thoughts.

Crack!

A subtle friction sound came from Su Heng's body.

His skin squirmed, then turned black, became rough, and bulged upwards.

Not long after, a layer of rough black armor appeared on Su Heng. This is not the secret method of Bawu, but the defense increase brought by the "Skeleton Dragon Clothing".

Because it is a fixed bonus, this defense is almost the same as a layer of tissue on Su Heng's body.

Although the defense is weak, the certain rules contained in the "Skeleton Dragon Clothing" are of great use.

Swish!

Black smoke came out of Su Heng's body.

The hideous "Skeleton Dragon Clothing" seemed to be digested and decomposed, and gradually disappeared from Su Heng's body.

And almost at the same time, in Su Heng's mental will. Strange black runes appeared quietly, condensed and spliced ​​together to form a complete, peculiar symbol that was similar to a black hill, but extremely complicated.

And as this special symbol turned slightly in the consciousness, it appeared in Su Heng's heart as if it was instinctively throbbing.

"The first magical mark has taken shape!" Su Heng showed a look of joy on his face.

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Skull Plain, Hundred Buddha Temple.

In an inconspicuous corner on the edge of the magnificent Buddhist temple, in a flat and dilapidated monk's room. The elderly gray-robed monk pushed open the window, and the golden sunlight outside, wrapped in the smell of corruption and dampness, sprinkled in together.

There was a chirping sound of birds on the shelf behind him. It was a parrot with colorful feathers.

The old monk had a peaceful smile on his face, took some barley and clean water, and fed the parrot. These foods were originally only qualified to be enjoyed by the masters in the temple.

But now they have almost all been killed by the barbarian king Solban. If they continue to stay, they will only rot in the kitchen. So they are used to feed the birds and distribute to the nearby serfs and people.

When the parrots are full, the old monk puts down the remaining barley.

He takes a rag, dips it in water, and carefully wipes a brass Buddha statue on the windowsill. This Buddha statue was left by the previous generation of servants and has a history of five or six hundred years. But under the careful care of the old monk, it has been polished to a bright shine, and there is no trace of hundreds of years left.

He put his hands together and worshiped the Buddha statue on the windowsill devoutly.

The old monk then tidied up his worn monk's robe, pushed the door and left the room.

Outside, on the open space covered with stones and weeds.

Two young lamas in bright red monk robes knelt down in front of him, and the bronze face of the monk in front was full of golden Sanskrit. This is undoubtedly a devout ascetic, but at this moment, the young lama's face is full of pain and despair.

"Master Wuming, I am Yongzhen from Zunfa Temple. My junior brother Yongku and I have traveled through mountains and rivers and come here through dangers. I hope to get your help."