One pound of meat equals one attribute point

"It seems that Daoyou has gained a lot from this retreat, which is a cause for celebration." King Qingyang restrained his emotions with a smile on his face. He stretched out his hands and clasped his fists, and took the initiative to greet Su Heng.

"The king's injuries have recovered well." Su Heng smiled and nodded.

As soon as he opened his mouth.

He felt that his voice was like a thunder explosion.

The distorted moonlight set off ripples in the air. The surrounding undulating mountains were shaking back and forth, and a large amount of smoke rose.

As for what King Qingyang seemed to say next, it was completely unheard.

This body size is quite good for fighting.

But daily communication is really too troublesome.

Su Heng thought for a while and called on the skills he had just created. A large piece of black mist suddenly rose from his body, quickly shrinking, and finally turned into a daily state of nearly four meters. From the flesh and blood furnace, he took out a set of black robes, simply put them on his body, and tidied them up.

"I just broke through. I was not able to control my strength just now. Please forgive me, Heavenly King." Su Heng apologized.

"Well, it's okay."

King Qingyang asked curiously, "I wonder if you are doing well in your cultivation method?"

If it weren't for the enlightenment tea given by King Qingyang, it would not be as smooth as it is now. In addition, Su Heng never cared much about the cultivation method he practiced, so he didn't think much and answered truthfully, "I have gained a lot."

"Now the general framework has been built, but the specific effect needs to be verified by yourself after practicing to a certain level."

"That's good!" King Qingyang clapped his hands and was happy for Su Heng. "There is nothing to fear about natural disasters, and there is nothing to follow about ancestors. Our current cultivation path is also the one that past practitioners have walked step by step. It is not necessarily a rule that cannot be violated."

"If you can walk out a new path, it will be of great benefit to all future practitioners."

"Well!" Su Heng nodded.

King Qingyang asked again, "What's the situation over there?"

Su Heng replied, "It seems that everything is fine at the moment, and there is nothing too bad."

"If you need help, you can call me at any time." Although he and Su Heng didn't spend much time together, they had a pleasant cooperation. At this time, King Qingyang made a promise, and the promise of an old king was naturally very important.

Su Heng also nodded seriously and said, "Definitely!"

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The main reason why Su Heng stayed in Beiyuezhou this time was to protect King Qingyang, so as to avoid accidents during the healing process of his injuries. As for the many demons in Hunxi Mountain, the enlightenment tea, King Qingyang's practice experience, etc., they can only be said to be unexpected gains.

The injuries on King Qingyang's body have recovered.

And the aura on his body is ready to go, and it seems that it is not so far away from breaking through to the Qitian realm.

Su Heng planned to say goodbye and leave and return to his old nest in Jiange. The myth battlefield, the underworld people's breakthrough and tribulation, plus the practitioners who came from all corners of the world as Su Heng became famous, etc.

Although the current Jiang-E seven states are still peaceful on the surface, there are undercurrents inside, such as the collision of new and old forces, the threat from Changshengtian, etc. It is like a barrel of high-energy explosives, which may explode at any time.

Under such circumstances, Su Heng is indeed not suitable to leave for too long.

After sending King Qingyang away, Su Heng rushed to Baihua County in Jiangzhou.

On the way, he opened his attribute panel, looked at the lines of handwriting on it, and calculated the harvest in Longyuan and the main breakthrough direction in the future.

After fusing the dragon skeleton and devouring the many demons caught in Hunxi Mountain. Under normal circumstances, Su Heng's current body size is close to 40 meters, and his weight has reached an astonishing 22,000 tons. A total of tens of millions of attribute points, part of which poured into the development of the "Blood and Flesh Furnace" talent. As for the rest, most of them were used in self-created exercises.

The exercise created by Su Heng was named "Bajiu Xuan Gong".

This exercise is a pure horizontal training path, with a total of 72 levels. Every time you break through nine levels, you can complete an evolution in the life level. Get an extra talent from the outside world, integrate it into the current framework, and strengthen it.

In Su Heng's budget.

This technique should be immortal and comparable to stars when it is practiced to the highest level.

But in fact, it is trapped by the insufficiency of the current realm. Even if Su Heng has plenty of attribute points, he cannot deduce this path. In the initial budget, this technique should have nine levels. But in the end, it was not perfect.

Therefore, he can only take a step back and take a compromise.

But even so, if the seventy-two levels of "Eight Nine Mysterious Art" can really be practiced to perfection, it would be very scary.

Even if it cannot be comparable to stars, the life of this realm is definitely a planetary-level combat power. This is far beyond the peak of the current Great Zhou Dynasty's military power and has reached an unimaginable level.

Even Su Heng himself, as the founder of this technique, can't see the hope of practicing to the peak. Because the further you advance in the "Eight-Nine Mysterious Art", the more resources and attribute points you need to practice each level, and they grow exponentially.

Su Heng felt that he might have reached a dead end.

But it doesn't matter.

Anyway, when the myth battlefield is opened, the entire blood world will be his hunting ground. Kill all the monsters in it, and then you should be able to practice the "Eight-Nine Mysterious Art" to the entry level. If it doesn't work, just make changes.

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Su Heng began to plan for the next mythical battlefield.

at the same time.

Simmons blew the doomsday horn, passed on the coordinates, led the demon kings back, and started to set off a wave.

Everlasting Heaven.

In a deserted and silent planet.

It was dilapidated inside, with blood everywhere, and the thirsty land was covered with man-eating poison ivy. From time to time, primitive volcanoes erupt, with thick smoke billowing, and destructive pillars of flames rising straight into the sky, opening up a terrifying scarlet pupil in the sky.

In such a cruel and harsh environment, a scarlet mountain rises from the vast plains.

Wait for the angle of view to zoom in and look carefully.

Only then did I realize to my horror that this was not the so-called big mountain.

Instead, it was a pile of corpses piled up from the corpses of countless powerful and ferocious beasts. The unusually strong smell of blood turned into billowing red clouds and rushed toward the face. Any creature that sees such a scene will instinctively feel fear and its legs will become weak.

But on top of this extremely cruel mountain of corpses, a slender young figure sat.

This man's body was covered with scars, his hair and beard were messy, and his waist was simply tied with a piece of dirty animal skin.

From a distance, they look like savages.

The only difference is that this man's eyes are extremely bright, and he looks at the sky from a distance, seeming to be thinking about something.

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Deep in the Everlasting Sky.

A huge warship with a length of more than ten kilometers, covered with thick armor, looks like a giant fortress.

A middle-aged demon-born man with a solemn face and scars on his face, who looked like a commander. He looked at the rows of data coming from the instrument in front of him, and the bright light that represented the ancestral world. He clenched his fist fiercely and slammed it on the dashboard in front of him.

Bang!

The instrument panel immediately trembled violently, and cracks spread on it.

"It's been too long!" He exhaled heavily, grinned, and a ferocious smile appeared on the middle-aged man's face, "We have been wandering outside for too long, and now I have forgotten what my hometown used to be. appearance."

"It's time for the decisive battle!"

He roared and gave the order, "Go at full speed, target, the ancestral world!"

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Changshengtian, another broken world full of primeval forests.

Nero, a young demon from the Hound Tribe, tightened his collar and took two deep breaths. The smell of moisture and decay in the rain forest calmed his nervousness a little. He held the stone that the elder gave him tightly in his hand and looked up at the grotto standing in front of him.

Then make up your mind and leave no chance for yourself to be afraid.

Just lower your head and enter it.

The darkness inside seemed to have turned into substance, and a strong smell of blood came oncoming, mixed with a few faint screams.

He walked forward in the cave with one foot deep and one foot shallow, bone fragments crunching under his feet. I don’t know how long I walked before a flickering fire appeared in front of me.

Rounding the corner, the flames merged into one.

A ceremonial corridor was formed in front of Nero, filled with bones, and at the end was a raised throne.

A terrifying figure was sitting cross-legged on the throne. His body was red, and his muscles were like the roots of an old tree. Dense scars overlap and form a hideous tattoo. The man was naked on the upper body and wore black leather pants on the lower body. On his thick arms, he wore a brass armband studded with spikes.

At this time, a human practitioner with a face full of despair was being held in the hands of this burly figure.

A person who can travel deeply in the Immortal Heaven must be a strong person above the Earth Immortal. But in the hands of the demon, there was no resistance, and it was chewed up bit by bit.

Until finally, the hot blood spurted out and sprinkled on the ground with a hissing sound. The head was ripped off, and it was still on the ground, rolling down at Nero's feet. A pair of eyes that were fixed in death and full of fear faced Nero.

"What's the matter?" A voice came from the throne, mixed with bloodthirsty gasps.

Nero did not dare to be careless, and hurriedly knelt on the ground, presented the stone that the elder gave him with both hands, lowered his head and said, "My king, we have received a signal from the tribe of enlightened ones. The end has come. Following the ancient oath, all tribes must respond."