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Chapter 198 Eat it all, beg for death but cannot (please collect, please vote for monthly ticket!)

The chains creaked, the flames flickered, and in the dark hall filled with the smell of blood, the giants slowly spread out to both sides and formed columns.

A burly figure slowly walked down the dark staircase, with messy hair and a sturdy body that was more than one level taller than the dragon guards beside him. There was a gentle smile on that wild and masculine face, but his eyes made the Wind Demon General shudder.

That was not a look towards one's own kind at all.

Instead, it is more like looking at a piece of meat carefully cooked by a chef on the dining table, or a little white mouse on a laboratory table.

"You--" Feng Mojiang was trembling all over and she opened her mouth.

But Su Heng's big hand had already rapidly enlarged in his sight, grabbing her chin and lifting the Wind Demon General, who had been cut into a human stick, into the air. His thick thumb forcibly pried open the corner of her mouth, stuffed it into her mouth, and swept across her rows of teeth like checking a puppy.

The Wind Demon General retched violently, his face flushed, and sticky saliva flowed from the corners of his mouth, pulling out silvery-white threads.

"Sir?" Wang Xinlong nodded towards Su Heng.

"You did a good job." Su Heng threw Feng Mojiang to the ground like trash, "It's better than I thought."

Su Heng smiled.

His eyes fell on Feng Mojiang, "Let this guy spare her life for now."

Later attempts on female dragon guards can start with Fengmo Jiang, collecting data from her and squeezing out the last bit of her value.

"I understand." Wang Xinlong nodded.

The chains hanging from the ceiling made a sound and the firelight flickered slightly.

The skull that was stuffed into the wall fell to the ground and exploded into pieces with a "bang".

Su Heng glanced at him and his eyes fell on Feng Mojiang again. He didn't know whether it was because of fear or because of excessive blood loss, but Feng Mojiang's face was terribly pale. Even his lips, which were originally rosy and attractive, had faded in color and he was drooling without even realizing it.

A charismatic monster was actually frightened into this state.

Su Heng shook his head.

Snapped!
He half-knelt on the ground and reached out to pat Fengmojiang on the cheek.

"Don't be afraid, I don't eat humans." Su Heng stretched out two fingers and pinched Feng Mojiang's chin. "Next, I will ask questions and you will answer them."

"have you understood?"

"Hmm." Feng Mojiang blinked and forced himself to swallow the saliva secreted under his tongue.

"Who asked you to come? What is your purpose?" Su Heng asked.

"Bhagavan..." the Wind Demon General replied tremblingly, "He asked me to create chaos in Baihua County and the Demon Suppression Department, and then lure you out of here."

"and then?"

"Led them into a trap." The Wind Demon General gasped in pain, "Bhagavan will do it himself."

"The leader of the Dark Organization?" Su Heng frowned slightly when he heard the name again. He asked again, "Is he the only one? What realm is he in now?"

"I don't know." Fengmo shook his head, his face full of fear.

"Really?" Su Heng had a look of pity on his face, and he stretched out his thumb to gently wipe away a tear from the corner of Fengmo General Cangqi's eye.

"it's a pity……"

He suddenly sighed and said, "If you can't tell, then you are useless."

"I——" Feng Mojiang opened her eyes wide and gasped for breath. Even though her arms were torn off, she struggled violently, like a fish that was caught on the shore. "Bhagavan is the second stage of Tiangui, and I'm not sure about the future Buddha Jialan Valley, but he may also take action."

The second level of Tiangui is to control Qi.

Able to borrow some power from Changshengtian and integrate it with one's own strength.

The Great Black Secret King and the leader of the Dark Organization should be in the same realm. As for the future of the Buddha's Valley, Su Heng was not too sure. But as long as he was in the Heavenly Strange Realm, there was no need for him to worry too much.

As for the existence above Tiangui...

Since I haven't encountered them before, it's hard to say who is stronger and who is weaker.

Anshelie is said to have reached this level, but that is just a rumor.

Moreover, after a thousand years, and with the serious injuries and resurrection, even if Su Heng let him condense dragon blood, he would not be able to recover to his peak.

In fact, the strength of a warrior.

In addition to objective factors of physical fitness, subjective mental will can also bring about obvious changes.

If a person is successful in the martial arts, he will naturally become stronger with each battle.

On the contrary, if one's life is in decline, the world has changed dramatically, and the repertoire has declined, this spirit will fade away, and even if one is in the prime of life, it will be difficult to return to the peak.

"Bhagavan, Jialan Gu..." Su Heng released the hand that was holding Feng Mojiang's cheek and digested the news he had just heard from her. He looked past the window and looked at the fiery red sun that was gradually rising outside.

Su Heng raised his eyebrows, a cold smile flashed across his face, "Although the Dragon Guard Plan was completed quickly, these two people helped me a lot. But they came to test me again and again. I have a bad temper."

"It's time to go outside and move around."

Su Heng clapped his hands, looked down at the Wind Demon General who was lying on the ground with his full chest squeezed into two round cakes, and said coldly, "Where are they?"

"Outside of Wei'an City, in a barren mountain about two kilometers to the west." Feng Mojiang replied. Wei'an City is in the north of Jiangzhou, not far from Jiangbeizhou Chijin County where the Skeleton Original Army is stationed. Choosing the battlefield here allows both attack and defense. Although he had never met Bhagavan, Su Heng felt that he was impeccable.

"I'm afraid there's an ambush here." Wang Xinlong on the other side also looked up and said, "Sir, do you want us to go with you?"

Only after experiencing aging and being unable to do things, can one understand how wonderful youth is. After undergoing the Dragon Guard transformation surgery, Wang Xinlong returned to his peak, full of fighting spirit, with a pair of pupils emitting a burning golden light.

Although the other dragon guards were not as fanatical as Wang Xinlong, their breathing became heavy.

He was obviously extremely excited about the upcoming battle.

Feng Mojiang was lying on the ground and trembling when he saw this scene. "What kind of monsters are these?"

Compared with here.

The mysterious Skull Plain can almost be considered a paradise.

However, after a brief thought, Su Heng shook his head and rejected their proposal, "We can't drain all our strength at once, otherwise there will be no one to take care of Baihua County."

"Okay." Wang Xinlong nodded and agreed without saying much.

The sound of conversation continued.

The Wind Demon General looked up and saw that everyone else's attention was not on him.

A trace of despair flashed across her delicate and charming face, and she stuck out her tongue and pressed it against one of her teeth on the upper palate.

With a look of determination in her eyes, she was about to bite down hard to activate the poison hidden in her molars. She would rather commit suicide than fall into Su Heng's hands alive.

however--

The moment she made her move, the force field was activated.

The Wind Demon General's arms will be removed, and his worm-like body will seem to be solidified in amber.

His mouth opened wide, and despair solidified in his trembling pupils. Su Heng lowered his head and laughed, "Heh!" He stretched out his hand and grabbed forward. The gravity was lifted, and Feng Mo's body, which was lying on the ground, flew up into the air and was held in his hand.

Click!

Su Heng used his five fingers to exert force.

A sharp pain came over him and Fengma rolled his eyes upwards.

The entire jawbone was instantly shattered, and the originally beautiful and delicate face was deformed, looking like a piece of plasticine that had been crushed and lost its elasticity, drooping limply. Blood mixed with saliva flowed out along the tongue.

"Did I allow you to commit suicide?" Su Heng said coldly, throwing her aside like trash.

"I need to go out for a while." Su Heng said to Wang Xinlong, "Keep an eye on her."

"If she doesn't behave herself again, I'll skin her alive."

"I understand." Wang Xinlong said seriously.

"Okay." Su Heng nodded and turned his gaze away from Feng Mojiang. In the dim stone hall, Su Heng took a step forward. With a circle of ripples and tidal force spreading outward, stirring up dust, his burly body disappeared in an instant.

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Jiangzhou, outside the city of Wei'an, in a small mountain forest with a secluded environment.

The leader of the Dark Organization, Bhagavan, squinted his eyes, still wearing the old dark red monk's robe. In his left hand he held a string of Buddhist beads carved into a skull, and in his other hand he held an oil lamp covered with human skin and with human tendons as the core.

"Om Maha Yakkha, Rila Satha, Rahu Hum, Hum, Palla Vaisya Hum..."

Bhagavan's dry lips kept opening and closing, and the ancient and long Sanskrit scriptures flowed out continuously from the mouth of this skinny monk.

The beads were turning, and amid the chanting, the blood webs on the human skin became brighter red, and one could vaguely see some bright red claws pressing on the lampshade, rubbing violently. It was as if some evil spirit was bound in this old oil lamp, and was being tortured by the burning fire.

Faint and tragic wails were also heard, echoing in the dense forest.

Wisps of white smoke rose from the lamp and spread outside.

There was a breeze blowing in the early morning.

The lush woods around were rustling, but the white mist had not dissipated.

Instead, they gathered more and more, and finally turned into strings of ancient Sanskrit characters, bursting with golden light, engraved on the surrounding rocks, cliffs and ancient trees. The golden light on the Sanskrit characters gradually dimmed, and finally the white mist disappeared.

It was as if nothing had happened, but the whole forest was unusually quiet. Apart from the sound of light and heavy breathing, no other sound could be heard.

"You are willing to spend money to set up the Three-World Mingwang formation using the imperial blood incense offering." A slightly mocking voice came, breaking the silence in the dense forest. The ground was buzzing and shaking, and two ten-meter-high trees were pushed aside at random, and a huge figure like a meat mountain stepped in.

This person is none other than the future Buddha, Kālāngūna.

It is different from the past when she was naked and as free and easy as a white pig.

At this time, Jialan Gu was wearing a golden and red robe, a lotus hat on his head, and a huge golden Zen staff in his hand. He looked like a master.

(End of this chapter)