One pound of meat equals one attribute point

Bright moonlight, ruined valley.

Oris, a handsome young man, sat on a huge black stone, with a few strands of hair on his forehead blowing in the wind. His figure was a little thin, and there was a faint golden light in his eyes. He sighed softly, with a slightly confused look on his face.

"Is Ducaro dead?" Oris looked at the pits and broken bones on the ground and said softly.

There was no one in front of him, but as the voice fell, a flash of fire exploded, and a burly figure in military uniform walked out.

This man was General Simmons, who had contacted the Great Elder before.

Simmons glanced at the ground, his expression was a little gloomy, and then he whispered, "He wanted to clear the obstacles for you, but failed, and now there is no body left. But it's okay, being able to die on the ancestral land is the dream of many old people."

Ducaro is the nickname of the Great Elder.

However, the Great Elder is in a high position, and as time goes by, not many people know this name.

"When I left, he was still a half-grown child. I thought that I could meet him and talk to him with an acquaintance this time, but I didn't expect..." Oris shook his head and said, "Who killed him?"

"The first person in Jiang-E martial arts, Su Heng." Simmons replied.

He stretched out his hand and wiped it forward. An invisible spiritual wave twisted the air and finally formed a slightly illusory picture.

The picture was a half-body virtual image of Su Heng.

At this time, he stood on the hillside, his body was dark and huge, and he held a bloody body of the demon in his hand. In addition, the indifferent eyes that looked down on everything. Even if it was hasty and only restored three points of the charm, it was extremely oppressive.

"I don't like this person." Oris took a look and said, "He reminds me of those enemies in the past."

The picture disappeared, and Oris retracted his gaze.

He looked at Simmons and asked calmly, "What were you doing when Ducarlo was fighting the enemy?"

Even facing this famous ancient hero, Simmons still had an expression of no servility. He lowered his head slightly and replied in a deep voice, "My lord, I have my mission to do, and it is not the right time for me to take action now."

"Timing?" Oris was obviously not satisfied with such an answer.

Simons' shoulders shook slightly, and a large amount of black smoke suddenly rose from his body. The black smoke obscured the moonlight and spread outward, forming a hanging smoke screen. In the illusory flames, elite warriors wearing heavy armor and holding long spears appeared behind Simmons.

There were thousands of them, and their auras were as one.

At this time, they gathered together, giving people the feeling that they were aggressive like the wind and immovable like a mountain.

Even if someone who didn't understand military affairs at all, a simple glance would tell them that these people were the elite among the elite.

Oris' pupils shrank slightly.

Such an army, even in that turbulent era, was a force that could not be underestimated. It can play a miraculous role in a crucial battle and turn the tide of the war.

Then there was a rumbling sound in the smoke, and the disc-shaped warship that had fought with Su Heng emerged. There were two smaller warships next to it, like two satellites of a planet. It was just that the smoke was hazy and the light was dim, so it was hard to see what the scene was.

"This is my determination." Simmons said, "I must ensure that this force can be used at the critical moment. Our goal is not only to completely end the wreckage left by the evil dragon, but also to recapture Longyuan and reunite the demon tribes that have been separated for 4,700 years."

Speaking of this.

His voice unconsciously rose a little, and his eyes flashed with a fascinating light.

Simmons cut off the connection with the beings behind him, and the restless feeling of eagerness to try disappeared.

He and Oris looked at each other without reservation.

The vigilance and scrutiny on Oris's face dissipated a little, replaced by a little appreciation.

"It's really great that you can still come this far when the tribe is scattered and declining." He said, "If those old friends can see the scene today, they will not regret their efforts in the past."

Many strong people in the demon tribe.

Including the spiritual consciousness in Oris's body at this time, Drake, the King of Light.

With their strength, if they want to leave, they can just drill into the cracks in Changshengtian and there is no way to chase them. The reason why they stayed to fight to the death is for the continuation of the tribe, so that those weak people can escape on the Ark battleship.

"My soul is very damaged, and this state cannot be maintained for too long." Oris looked up at the moon in the sky and asked, "What do you need me to do?"

"Make sure the remains of the evil dragon do not fall into the hands of the enemy." Simmons answered decisively without thinking.

"Okay!" Oris nodded.

He has a kind of self-confidence, as if he can do it if he agrees.

Simmons continued, "In Longyuan, there are two powerful humans who need special attention."

"One is Su Heng, whom you have just met."

"The other is King Qingyang. It was he who broke the seal, which led to a large number of human practitioners pouring into Longyuan."

Speaking of King Qingyang.

There was a hint of gnashing of teeth in Simmons' tone.

If it weren't for King Qingyang's intervention, the opening of the Dragon Tomb would have caused a lot of noise, but there would never be so many people now. One or two casual cultivators are fine, in Simmons' eyes, they are just like stink bugs on the ground.

But once the number increases.

This is a threat with extremely strong destructive power that cannot be ignored.

Simmons felt a huge pressure from this group of people, not to mention the immortal mountain and the ghostwriter behind them.

Simmons briefly introduced the martial arts characteristics and past experiences of Su Heng and King Qingyang. Then he raised his hand and showed him the portrait of King Qingyang in the same way.

Oris said, "I understand."

He gently exerted force on his feet, and his body jumped lightly from the stone.

He took two steps forward, and it was a little stiff at first. It was like he had just woken up and was not very familiar with his current body. But Oris's movements quickly became agile, and finally he jumped lightly, his body turned into a rainbow light, and disappeared into the depths of darkness.

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In the secret realm of the Dragon Tomb.

Su Heng jumped down from the distant mountain and landed in the basin on the corpse of the huge black dragon.

Even though it was dead, the aura emanating from the black dragon was still strong, and it could be said that it was fierce and full of evil spirit. Ordinary warriors couldn't even get close to it, and their souls would be shattered, and they would end up with nothing left.

Even a physique like Su Heng felt a slight stinging pain when he fell on the remains of the black dragon.

It is conceivable that if such a creature appeared on the battlefield, it would be a terrifying scene. It was no different from the advent of the apocalypse, moving mountains and opening seas, and a city would be destroyed in an instant.

But even such a powerful real dragon had scars all over its body.

The dragon scales exploded, the skin and flesh rolled up, the dragon tendons broke, and the injuries in some places were so deep that the bones could be seen. Crossbows and swords were inserted into the flesh and blood.

And there were signs of healing around the wounds. As a divine beast, the vitality of the real dragon is unusually tenacious, but even so, it is difficult to reverse the accumulated strength. It was continuously weakened by various means, and was killed by the last blow.

Before, King Qingyang and Zhao Jue both mentioned that the demon descendants still had plans, and the Ark warship disappeared without a trace.

Although Su Heng successfully reached the deepest part of the dragon tomb.

But at this moment, he was also a little anxious in his heart, so after a simple survey of the surrounding environment, Su Heng began to prepare.

Because the ground was cracked, there was air here. But it was filled with sulfur and poison. Su Heng took a deep breath and felt refreshed, and the whole lungs felt gradually warm. The body of the black dragon was more than a thousand meters long, and a wound on the body could almost fit Su Heng in.

He sat cross-legged in front of the largest blood pit, which corresponds to the seven-inch position, where the heart of the real dragon is. It can be guessed that it should be this blow that completely ended the life of the real dragon.

In Su Heng's body, three hearts beat alternately, and the power of the Seed of Destruction spread outward.

Then he used all his strength to activate the Haori Divine Art and the Flesh and Blood Furnace Talent.

Swish!

Su Heng opened his mouth and sucked.

A long blood-colored rainbow burst out from the wound, merged into Su Heng's body, and was quickly transformed and absorbed.

Because Su Heng's physique is special, coupled with the changes brought about by the long-term fusion of dragon marrow. His ability to absorb and digest dragon blood is quite strong. Almost as soon as these flesh and blood were swallowed by Su Heng, his abdominal muscles and internal organs began to wriggle and transform them into nutrients for absorption.

Some of the tiny molecules containing the strange power of the mythical beast spread outward, bringing changes while converging into Su Heng's spinal bone marrow, bursting with vigorous vitality.

As the layers of flesh and blood on the real dragon were digested and swallowed.

Su Heng only felt extremely hot all over his body. His body shook, and a series of black and sharp spikes penetrated his robe and tore it apart.

He subconsciously transformed into his original form, and only then did he feel much better. As the golden light burst out from the scales, the lightning flashed, and in the shadow, Su Heng's body expanded outward and became larger.

At this time, the blood and flesh around the wound had been swallowed up by Su Heng.

The internal organs were exposed to the sight, and a golden metal spear was inserted into the huge red heart like a fireball. It was unknown what material this spear was forged from, and many complex ancient runes were engraved on the spear.

Swish!

Su Heng's eyes condensed slightly, and he stretched out his hand to pull out the spear and take it back as a collection.

But at this moment, the runes on the spear lit up one by one, and the golden light shone brightly in an instant, which was very dazzling. It was like a small golden sun, emitting a scorching power. The spear flew out steadily, rotated in the air, and was finally held steadily by a slightly slender palm.