One pound of meat equals one attribute point

Boom!

Violent shaking broke out in the palace.

First, the ground tore, and then some surrounding buildings collapsed.

Dark yellow dust rose into the sky, and the jade and colored glaze hanging from the rafters exploded one after another.

The cold and dark fog moved through the complex corridors like a poisonous snake, making a rustling sound. Garuda released his own domain and isolated the environment inside and outside the palace.

The imperial troops stationed outside the Hall of Supreme Harmony were also controlled.

When these forbidden troops are gathered together, they can threaten the powerful in the realm of destruction.

But they suffered heavy losses on the mythical battlefield, and some of the elites were still following the eldest princess, so the role they could play was really limited.

The fight did not last long and soon ended with Kurigara's victory.

"Being able to support me for two times is pretty good considering your weak state." Kuligalu straightened his slightly messy golden robe with a smile on his face.

"you……"

Ji Xuance was half kneeling on the ground and opened his mouth to say something.

But a large mouthful of blood spurted out from his bloody mouth, like a black waterfall, gathering into a pool of sticky water on the ground.

There were wounds all over his body. Half of his left arm was torn to pieces. A large area of ​​flesh and blood on his chest was evaporated by some kind of flames. You could see the dark, burnt flesh and wriggling internal organs inside. Half of Ji Xuance's face had disappeared, but the remaining half still showed anger and contempt. Sharp thorns were growing from the inside out in his body, chipping away at bones and piercing internal organs, causing his wounds to bleed profusely.

This is the power of restraint and the punishment imposed by the gods on those who transgress.

"I still prefer your aloof look just now. How could you turn into a dead dog that only stared and panted in the blink of an eye?" Garuda's tortured bad temper was exposed again, and he said with a strange smile, "The dignified emperor Emperor, you can’t even say a single curse word now, you’re such a useless thing, just like your dead father.”

He reached out and wanted to pat Ji Xuance's cheek, like punishing a disobedient hound.

"hiss!"

Ji Xuance opened his mouth and bit down.

The bloody mouth bit Garuda's hand, and the broken teeth pierced the skin of the descendant.

"Damn thing!" Garuda was furious. He threw Ji Xuance away and kicked the latter one after another. He exerted great force, and each time was accompanied by a dull sound of flesh and blood turning into mince. It sounded like pork being chopped into stuffing with a knife. When something like this happens to a person, it makes people feel numb, but Ji Xuance is smiling.

Bang!

Garuda kicked him again, almost crushing his head.

"Okay, you are almost going to kill him. This guy is still useful to us." Kurigaro finally couldn't stand it anymore and reached out to stop his brother.

Garuda took out a clean handkerchief from his arms, wiped off the blood stains, and then threw it on Ji Xuance's rotten face.

"What should we do next?" Garuda asked.

"The first step of the plan has been completed and the net has been laid out, but to be on the safe side, we have to find more allies." Kurigaro replied with a smile.

"ally!?"

Garuda was surprised, "Aren't those three losers already dead? I don't remember there are more descendants here."

"It's not the descendant, but something else." The expression on Kurigaro's face was mysterious. He didn't sell it, "The demon descendant."

"..."

After a moment of silence, Garuda laughed.

"Are you sure those guys won't choose to punch us directly when they see us?"

Garuda stretched out his snake-like scarlet tongue and said excitedly, "But it would be good if things really develop like this. I haven't fought against these homeless dogs for a long time. Thousands of years have passed, and in the big dye vat of Changshengtian After working hard for so long, I don’t know if I have made any progress. It’s really exciting!”

"It's a good idea, but my dear brother, I'm not kidding you about this."

Looking at Garuda's puzzled eyes, Kurigara explained, "The demons are indeed our mortal enemies, but now we have a common goal. They need to establish a safe haven on this land to lead their own The tribe has survived the increasingly fierce storm in Changshengtian, and we need to complete the tasks assigned to us by the patriarch."

"Since the goals are the same, there is a prerequisite for cooperation. I heard that the current demon king is a smart man, and there is nothing wrong with talking about it."

"Okay, anyway, I'm just here to give you a shot." Garuda shrugged.

"And the faster our mission is completed, the faster you can see your daughter, right?" Kurigaro said with a smile.

The expression on Garuda's face gradually became silent, as if he had not yet decided on what kind of scene he would meet his daughter.

"How should he deal with it?" Garuda changed the subject a little stiffly.

"Ugh, it's really disgusting. It's like the stinking stones in the pit." Ji Xuance was lying on his back, his head split, and the red and white liquid in his brain was dripping from the back of his head, and his originally soft black hair was stained by it. . It looked like a mop after a big cleaning, and it gave off a disgusting stench.

"This is a key card in our hand. It is very useful. We can't let him die here so easily."

Jurigara reached out and took a sharp thorn from Ji Xuance's joint, and then inserted it into his brow. Under Ji Xuance's messy long hair, the pupils that had been flashing red gradually extinguished, and then the injuries on his body began to heal. He stood up with a dull look, like a puppet, staggering towards the high dragon bed, and sat on his throne.

Garuda stretched out his hand and wiped it lightly. As a large amount of black smoke filled the air, the power was activated, and all the cracks left in the palace due to the fight disappeared. Even the collapsed buildings were healed again in this great power. At this time, the sun had completely set. Under the frosty moonlight, the entire palace was clean and tidy, solemn and majestic. It seemed as if nothing had happened, but in fact it was completely under the control of the two.

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Another place, in the blood realm.

After entrusting the necessary chores to Li Hongxiu, Su Heng immediately returned to the warm magma lake and began to retreat to usher in a breakthrough.

It was called retreat, but in fact it was just sleeping. Su Heng was already so powerful that he didn't need to interfere with his body too much. As long as he provided sufficient nutrients and energy, under the impetus of the Eight-Nine Mysterious Art, Su Heng's life form could evolve to the most suitable level in the current state. He was a real monster, powerful, brutal, bloodthirsty and cruel.

However, some unexpected things happened during this sleep.

From a physical sense.

Su Heng didn't sleep for too long, and then he woke up again.

He fell from a weird sky full of stars, and landed on the hard steel and stone ground in the flying sand and rocks.

It was a strange environment, obviously not the blood world. Su Heng didn't feel panic, but just looked at the surrounding environment with interest. He seemed to be in a huge Roman Colosseum, with an area as wide as a basin. The ground was filled with yellow sand, and it was a desolate place. The pale ribs of several giant beasts could be vaguely seen in the field of vision.

Further out was a mountain made of brass. It was so tall that it rose from the boundless land, even the stars in the sky were blocked behind it.

No, no, no...

That was not a mountain, but a throne.

Su Heng released his perception, and his mental power spread like a violent tide.

He dug out more details from the throne. The base of the throne was made of countless skulls. There were humans and ancient races, and all kinds of demons were too numerous to mention. Even though these skulls had been dead for many years, they still looked hideous, with sharp fangs and flashing metallic cold light. It was conceivable how terrible these creatures were when they were alive.

The throne was covered with spider web-like bloodstains, and thick chains were wrapped around the armrests. Under the chains were three huge hounds, with no hair on their bodies, and their skinned scarlet muscles exposed to the air. There is a circle of lizard-like umbrellas growing on the neck, opening and closing with breathing, and it is restless at this moment, and sticky saliva is dripping from the protruding sharp teeth.

Who is this throne made for, and what kind of authority does it represent?

Is it prepared for himself?

Su Heng couldn't help but imagine that although this throne is a bit simple, the bloodthirsty and cruel aura makes him happy, and it matches his usual temperament. If you have to give it to him, after careful consideration, it is not impossible to reluctantly accept it. There is no one on the throne, only a blood-colored storm is brewing, and Su Heng's heart has a greedy thought for no reason.

"Hiss... It seems a little wrong." Although Su Heng is strong, he has not lost his vigilance in such an unfamiliar environment.

He was clearly sleeping in the volcano of the blood world, but in a blink of an eye, he came to such a strange place.

Is this an illusory dream, or some kind of real world?

And this arena...

Boom!

Just as Su Heng frowned and thought, the ground under his feet shook.

He stood at one end of the arena, and the other end opposite was a gate made of red copper.

The gate was sculpted into the shape of a ferocious beast, looking like a lion, but with crown-like horns on its head, huge and lifelike.

In the loud noise that shook the world.

The red copper gate slowly opened, and the scorching magma poured out from it.

The fog shrouding the arena was slightly dispersed in the violent hot wind, and the seats around the circular arena were actually full of spectators. Su Heng looked up and saw that the spectators were all demons of different sizes and appearances. The only similarity was that they were all blood-red, filled with murderous aura, and their faces were fanatical. At this time, they were cheering loudly, and the overlapping sonic booms formed a tide.

"Kill him! Kill him!"

"Kill that weak human and tear him into pieces."

"Blood! Let the blood flow like a river!"

Bang!

Something huge jumped down from behind the open door.

The ground shook violently, and magma splashed like blooming reeds. The roar tore through the fog. A huge figure with wings on his back raised his arms high, chest and head, and roared loudly to respond to the cheers of the audience, "Kids, we meet again. Let's see who our opponent is this time. Which bastard is lucky enough to die in my hands!"

Roar!

The already exaggerated cheers reached a peak at this time.

It was like a huge thunderbolt from the ancient sky falling from the dark clouds, or like a world-destroying volcano spewing hot magma.

The entire Colosseum was buzzing and shaking, and the rubble on the ground seemed to be suspended in the air as if defying gravity, and cheers like a landslide and tsunami came from all directions. It was like boiling poisonous water filling the entire arena, drowning Su Heng in it, and there were weird roars and shouts everywhere. Su Heng's head was buzzing, and his eyes were filled with the light of molten metal. His originally peaceful mentality gradually became a little anxious.

The figure on the opposite side seemed to be a veteran in the arena, enjoying such cheers, or he simply didn't take Su Heng seriously, and paraded like a king in his own city.

After a while, the cheers calmed down a little.

He then noticed the opponent in front of him, and Su Heng was also observing him with interest.

This guy looked like a standard demon in Western mythology, about 40 to 50 meters tall, with a bare chest, hooves like a cow with joints turned backwards, and huge wings like a bat behind him. Two curved horns grew outward from his temples, holding a machete in his left hand and a bloody axe in the other.

"Where is this place?" Su Heng said.

"You don't know?" The demon showed a surprised expression on his face, and then laughed, and the audience around him laughed along.

"In that case, let me, the bloodthirsty demon Abbas, be merciful and tell you!" He treated Su Heng as a completely vulnerable newcomer, and his ugly face was full of excitement of playing with prey. Abbas licked his tongue, hoping to see expressions of fear and panic on Su Heng, but unfortunately the expression on Su Heng's face was unpredictable.

Bang!

Abbas waved his hand, and eighteen huge pillars of fire spewed out around the arena.

Amid the deafening roar, Abbas grinned and said, "This is the arena of the original blood river, a paradise for the strong and a hell for the weak. Those who have received the gift of the blood river will be brought here and fight non-stop until the final winner can sit on the skull throne representing the supreme power of Changshengtian."

"But I have never received any gift from the original blood river." Su Heng answered calmly with a thoughtful look on his face.

"Hahaha!" Abbas roared excitedly, his chest trembling, "It's too late, too late. I don't care, and no one cares about these. The brass throne only wants blood to flow, no matter where the blood comes from! As long as you step into this battlefield, the ending is doomed, and only one person can survive between you and me."

Boom!

Before he finished speaking, he could no longer suppress the violent and bloodthirsty desire in his heart.

The bloody axe was wrapped in the huge force of splitting mountains and opening seas, but its speed was incredibly fast. In an instant, it fell from the sky, and chopped down on Su Heng's head amid the audience's wild laughter.

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