One pound of meat equals one attribute point

The monk was only two meters tall, walking on a dusty country road. Under the cover of the setting sun, his whole body was also emitting a hazy light.

He looked ordinary.

There was not a single bit of murderous intent leaking out of his body.

But the body of the silver demon bird was trembling, and the feathers all over the body were clanging.

She only felt that as the young monk slowly walked forward, a pure and invisible spiritual power also turned into a big net, rushing towards her, blocking the space on all sides.

There was no resistance, no escape.

"Stop!"

The silver demon bird screamed, his eyes were blood red.

However, no matter the movements of his hands or the expression on his face, there had never been any change.

The huge sense of crisis finally stimulated a sensitive nerve of the silver demon bird, which quickly turned into a surging murderous intent.

In Changshengtian.

The silver demon bird race is naturally good at attacking the opponent's soul.

And the existence in front of him, who was in the realm of destruction, was even more outstanding in this way.

"Since you intend to do so, don't blame me for being rude!" The face of the silver demon bird suddenly turned cold, took a deep breath, and then opened her rosy lips.

She looked like she was shouting loudly.

But no sound came from her wide open lips.

Crack!

An invisible ripple swept across.

The surrounding space solidified first, and then shattered like a mirror falling from a height.

Dense spider-web-like cracks extended outward, spread all over the surrounding void, and were divided into hundreds or thousands of bright fragments, and the monk's figure disappeared from sight.

The silver demon bird panted violently.

"Ha..."

Her cheeks were full of sweat, but there was a trace of relief in her eyes for surviving the disaster.

"What adventer, it's really a reputation spread by rumors. It seems that it's just so-so. It can't even withstand my full-strength attack at my peak state."

The perception was fully dispersed.

The breath of the young monk was not detected.

The Silver Demon Bird's heart suddenly relaxed, and she couldn't help but feel complacent.

But this emotion didn't last too long. A sense of crisis came over her. The Silver Demon Bird seemed to have seen something incredible. The wild laughter on her face froze, and her pupils suddenly shrank.

Swish!

She turned her head and looked around.

But she saw a monk's shadow appear in each of the countless fragments hanging in the air and walked forward.

At first, there was only a small black dot, and it soon returned to the size of a normal person. Accompanied by the sound of Sanskrit, golden petals also floated down from the void above her head, and a strange smell of burning incense filled her nose.

The Silver Demon Bird's face was full of disbelief. She wanted to cancel her magical power, but she was terrified that this part of her power was completely out of control.

Crack!

There seemed to be a flash of lightning in her mind.

The Silver Demon Bird suddenly remembered the scene of Emperor Wu taking over the body of He Daoist before his death.

The last line of defense in her heart was finally completely defeated, and she no longer had the heart to continue fighting. With its wings spread out, it quickly restored its huge body, accompanied by a sharp whistle that pierced gold and split rocks, and circles of wind raised dust and spread on the ground. The silver devil bird kicked hard and flapped its wings, trying to escape from the battlefield.

But at the same time, behind her, the monk who was separated in countless voids also spoke for the first time, chanting the mantra, "Om Mani Padme Hum!"

"Come come come come!"

Countless echoes spread in the mind of the silver devil bird.

Her thinking suddenly became extremely slow, and every thought seemed to take a thousand years to react.

In the secret method, the connection between consciousness and body was cut off, and the whole person was fixed in mid-air.

"If you want to fight to the death with the little monk, the donor must first have this ability." The young monk reappeared on the street at dusk with a smile on his face.

He stretched out his hand and flipped it.

A golden bowl appeared in the monk's left hand.

As he stretched out the five fingers of his right hand and reached forward, the huge body of the silver demon bird, which had already recovered its original form, suddenly disappeared and was trapped in the bowl in the monk's hand.

Bang!

The secret method failed.

The silver demon bird regained consciousness and screamed and struggled continuously.

The bowl was also shaking violently in the monk's hand, and a series of jingling sounds came from it.

"It's already a bird in a cage, but it still refuses to surrender obediently. Why bother?" The monk's smile did not diminish on his face. With pity, he squeezed his fingertips and gently dropped a drop of golden blood, which dripped on the top of the silver demon bird's head.

It was like boiling sulfuric acid was poured on the little beast, and the silver demon bird raised its head and screamed piercingly.

But the amplitude of the struggle gradually weakened until there was no movement from the bowl at all.

The monk sighed softly with a satisfied look on his face.

Swish!

He flipped his palm.

The bowl that held the silver demon bird suddenly disappeared from his palm.

"I didn't expect that I would have such a harvest just after coming out of seclusion. It's really good." Panbala sighed.

A complete destructive power, whether it is converted as a servant or swallowed up as a smelting path, is extremely beneficial to one's own practice. He has been exiled to this wild area for a thousand years. Unlike his brothers and sisters, every bit of food obtained from here must be carefully calculated.

Bang!

Just as the monk was thinking silently.

The doors on both sides of the street opened outwards, and someone poked their heads out in fear.

Although the battle between the two people just did not last long, the movement caused by the silver magic bird after it recovered its body was truly terrifying.

The residents of these small towns had never seen such a scene before, and they were all so frightened that they trembled at home. Now that they heard no movement outside, they boldly wanted to see what the result would be.

The silver magic bird has disappeared, and the smiling monk stands on the empty street.

Seeing this result, people couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Although Bambara's strength is unfathomable, his appearance is excellent and he doesn't feel domineering. Instead, the body is shrouded in a layer of glow, and the body exudes a gleaming fragrance. When you get close, you feel like you are bathed in the spring breeze, and you want to worship.

An old man who looked like a village chief and was leaning on crutches came to Bamboro with a trembling face. He said sincerely, "Thank you to the eminent monk for subduing the demon. Please stay so that we can enjoy the friendship of the landlord."

"We are at home all over the world, so it is inconvenient to disturb him too much." Bambara smiled, stretched out his hand and gently helped the old man up who was about to prostrate himself.

Then he reached out and touched the center of the old man's eyebrows, leaving a golden lotus-shaped pattern on it.

The old man felt that his body was instantly lighter, and his face was full of joy.

"The poor monk takes his leave."

Pambara put his hands together and said Amitabha.

Before anyone around him could react, his body suddenly disappeared.

The surrounding villagers looked at the golden lotus mark on the old village chief's forehead, with expressions of curiosity and envy on their faces.

Before they could study anything from the pattern, they saw the lotus suddenly blooming, and at the same time, the light spread out and poured out. In just an instant, everyone enveloped in light could not even say a word. Their bodies suddenly disintegrated and turned into countless dust and gray dust that dissipated.

call!

A cold wind blew through the mountains.

Rolling up sand and dust, he passed through the deserted town.

Only the sound of whining and howling echoed, giving people a creepy and desolate feeling.

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blood realm;

Su Heng ended his day of practice.

Refining and absorbing the spiritual medicine you just swallowed, and transforming it into the material for your own upward transformation.

He was about to go outside for a while, when he suddenly felt ripples like a breeze running across his skin.

Bang!

Su Heng's steps forward were hanging in the air.

He was stunned for a moment, then realized what just happened, and a smile flashed on his face.

Reaching out and putting a black cloak on the hanger next to him on his shoulders, Su Heng turned around, pushed open a door behind him, and left the solemn temple. Outside is a wide terrace made of white marble, with a landscape combining flowers and fountains in the middle, and curtains hanging from the white columns on both sides.

Next to the flowerbed.

The Taoist Underworld has already been waiting here.

When he saw Su Heng, his expression remained unchanged and he nodded slightly in greeting.

Su Hengheng came to the side of Taoist Underworld. Through the railing in front of him, he could see the rolling dark clouds in the sky and the vast dry land of the Blood Realm. The blood-colored land was lifeless and covered with dead bones. Bundles of thick smoke rose upwards from the cracks, converging into a pitch-black hazy patch in the sky.

"I just felt it. The new world will seems to have been cultivated." Su Heng withdrew his gaze from the distant sky and said softly.

"Indeed." Taoist Ming nodded.

"Although there were some twists and turns, overall, everything went smoothly."

The Ming Taoist paused briefly and added, "The process of birth of world will is quite rare. If you can gain some insights, it will also be helpful to your own practice."

"Yeah."

Su Heng nodded, and neither of them said anything more.

There are many huge whirlpools in the sky of the Blood Realm. From a distance, it looks like a giant god with evil intentions is watching from above.

The reason for the formation of these whirlpools is the chaotic turbulence that is everywhere in the Everlasting Sky. If there is no barrier from the will of the complete world, then the plane may be torn apart by the turbulent currents, just like a wooden ship swallowed by the turbulent torrent.

And now...

As Li Hongxiu's consciousness replaces world consciousness.

These huge whirlpools like oil paintings gradually became dim, and then moved further away.

Under such circumstances, although the sky in the Blood Realm is still weird, without the sun and gray, it is still much better than before. In just over a month, hundreds of warriors went crazy because they stared at the sky, causing Su Heng a lot of losses, and the probability of such things happening in the future will be greatly reduced.

Boom!

A loud noise followed soon after.

Tambora volcano erupted, but this eruption was not violent.

A large amount of volcanic ash poured out from the huge hole, filling the sky, and then fell like a hazy rain curtain, sprinkling on the dry land. The boiling poisonous fire in the cracks in the ground faded away, and then clear spring water gushed out. The spring water and the inorganic volcanic ash are mixed together, and in the blink of an eye, a large area of ​​fertile land appears under your feet.

"It's amazing..."

Seeing this scene, Su Heng couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

He can now easily destroy a world and ravage it into a wasteland, but he does not have the ability to rejuvenate the wasteland like Li Hongxiu.

"Can those powerful people in the realm of the master of the realm achieve this level in their own dojo?" Su Heng asked.

The dark Taoist thought for a moment and said, "Perhaps you can ask Ji Huaxi."

"That makes sense." Su Heng leaned against the wall next to him.

"However, even if the powerful people in the realm of the master of the realm can change the environment inside their own dojo on a large scale, I am afraid they will not do so easily." The dark Taoist added.

Su Heng thought for a moment and immediately understood the key point.

For the powerful people in the realm of the master of the realm, their own dojo and the path of the Tao are closely related.

The environment inside is also carefully designed. If you change it rashly, the path of the Tao will be damaged at best, and it may even fall from the current realm at worst.

Thinking of this, Su Heng couldn't help but feel a little more disdainful.

Borrowing power from Changshengtian can certainly allow one's own strength to break through the limit, but this will also be too much.

Sure enough, the real broad road still needs to be dug from oneself.

Crash!

After the volcano erupted, the dark clouds did not gather.

First there was lightning and thunder, and then a strong wind swept across the wilderness, bringing cool water vapor.

In a moment, large pieces of raindrops fell from the sky like a bead curtain, and the whole world was shrouded in a rain curtain. From the temple down is a newly built urban area, where many practitioners gathered. The blood world is rich in resources, but the environment inside is also very bad.

Most people are worried.

Now seeing the rain falling from the sky, the coolness swept over the whole body.

The tense nerves relaxed, but no one went to the house to take shelter from the rain, and they all walked on the street and cheered loudly.

Swish!

As a bright light came.

Su Heng looked sideways and saw Li Hongxiu's ghostly body lightly appearing in the corner of the wall.

"Well done." Su Heng sighed softly, and then his voice became much softer, and asked, "How do you feel?"

Li Hongxiu's face was blank, and after a while, her clear pupils gradually focused, reflecting Su Heng's figure, "Although I lost something, I feel better than ever before."

Huh!

The wind blew.

Su Heng and Ming Daoren's hair were flying.

But Li Hongxiu's long hair remained the same. Although it looked lifelike, it was actually a projection without a physical body.

"Is that so? That's good." Su Heng had a thoughtful look on his face.

Li Hongxiu said seriously, "If it is Argus who comes again, I should have the strength to drive him out now."

"Really?" Su Heng smiled.

He wanted to tell Li Hongxiu that he didn't need to put too much pressure on himself.

But Li Hongxiu did help Su Heng solve a big problem, and also brought some unexpected surprises.

In this case...

It's time to consider taking back his "compensation".

Sad;

The National Day is going to be wooden QWQ