One pound of meat equals one attribute point

"Zengguang Buddha's hands and eyes are all-seeing, and everything is within his expectations." The thin monk with long ears hanging down to his shoulders and a bronze complexion spoke calmly.

"What a pity..." The fat monk shook his head and sighed, "Such a brave man may not be born in an era. Like the great Khan Solban, he is a well-deserved hero. But he will soon fall in this secret place and turn into a cup of dust. It's a pity."

"What a pity." The thin monk smiled coldly, "It's not easy to offend my Buddha and still have a good end."

"That's right!" The fat monk looked determined and took his eyes away from the battlefield.

"Since we have confirmed the news here, we should leave without delay to avoid unnecessary trouble." The thin monk urged.

"Okay!" The fat monk nodded.

He took a last look at the battlefield, then turned around and left with his junior brother.

Deep in the Skull Plain, in an ancient temple with white walls and red tiles, incense was curling, bells were ringing, and the ancient Buddha statues covered with moss were bathed in golden sunlight. The fat monk and the thin monk passed on the news they heard and saw to a burly iron rod master outside the courtyard gate.

The iron rod master nodded slightly and talked to the two of them for a few words.

After confirming that the news was correct, he hurriedly left and walked along the ancient stone path in the temple to the deep and gloomy main hall. In the main hall, a middle-aged monk with a vermilion lining and a golden robe was sitting cross-legged. The monk was chanting a mantra with a wooden fish in his hand.

The iron rod master put his hands together, bowed slightly, and looked at the middle-aged monk with respect.

He did not make any sound, just kept this posture and waited silently.

After the middle-aged monk finished reciting a complete set of "The Sutra of Life and Death" in a low voice, the iron rod master coughed lightly. The middle-aged monk came back to his senses, and at this time the sun rose, and golden rays of bright sunlight pierced the darkness in the hall and sprinkled on the monk's face.

His face was soft, and there were almost no pores on his skin. His eyes were dark blue, his pupils were deep, and his eyelashes were fine and long. These characteristics corresponded to the "32 characteristics" of the Buddha, and coupled with the monk's wisdom and holy aura.

This was obviously a great supernatural being with great magical power, and he was already on the path to enlightenment and Buddhahood.

This monk was Zengguang Buddha.

He was also the contemporary abbot of Wuxiang Zunfa Temple, one of the three major tantric forces in the Skull Plain.

Zengguang Buddha's dark blue eyes fell lightly on Master Iron Rod, who seemed to be immersed in a warm blue sea. Zengguang Buddha's magical power was boundless, and all the secrets in Master Iron Rod's heart were hidden.

Master Iron Rod's heart trembled slightly, but he did not dare to move his eyes away. He regarded this as a gift, and presented everything in his heart to Zeng Guang Buddha without reservation.

"I understand." Master Tiebang didn't say a word, but Zeng Guang Buddha already knew everything through his memory and thinking.

"Then, I will take my leave first." Master Tiebang said respectfully.

He kept bowing and slowly retreated. When he returned to the sunlight, he found that there was already a wet mark on his back.

"Sure enough, just as I guessed, you are extremely confident in your own strength. Even though you know the danger, you will not give up this opportunity." Zeng Guang Buddha gently put down the wooden fish in his hand, took a stick of incense from the mahogany table next to him, lit it, and inserted it into the incense burner in front of him.

"Since you are here, stay here and don't leave anymore." Zeng Guang Buddha said leisurely.

The incense burner rose up and gradually turned into a cloud of mist.

Boom!

A dull thunder exploded.

The Buddha statue shrouded in darkness in front of him suddenly moved, opened his eyes, and his majestic eyes fell on Zeng Guang Buddha like two golden suns. The Buddha's eyes were bright and fiery, but the surrounding environment was shrouded in darkness.

Not to mention the sunlight just now, even the sculptures of Bodhisattvas, Arhats, etc. enshrined in the surroundings were swallowed by the darkness and could not see anything clearly.

The Buddha statue in the middle was domineering and boundless.

Once it appeared, it became the only one in this hall.

Sitting cross-legged alone in the darkness, being stared at by the ferocious Buddha statue. Zengguang Buddha's face did not show any fear or panic, but remained peaceful.

"Master," he said slowly, clasping his arms together, and told the Buddha statue about what had happened recently. After a brief pause, Zengguang Buddha continued, "This time, I would like to trouble Master to personally use his magical powers to subdue this beast."

The Buddha enshrined in the Great Hall was not Tathagata, but another ancient Buddha.

His name was Kasyapa, who had broken through the limit of Tiangui hundreds of years ago, left this homeland, and went to the depths of Changshengtian to find the Pure Land of Bliss. Now that the echo of Changshengtian has deepened and changes have continued, the descendants of these ancient forces have begun to call on their ancestors to prepare for the next war.

"This battlefield is in the Dharma King Temple. There may be something in it that you are interested in." Seeing that the ancient Buddha Kasyapa had not spoken, Zengguang Buddha was not panicked, but just spoke calmly and threw out more chips.

Two streams of white smoke came out of the Buddha's nostrils, and the expression on his face became more vivid.

Even a trace of strange flesh and blood texture emerged.

"Thirty years of incense, lead me back from the other side of the sea of ​​suffering." The ancient Buddha Kasyapa finally spoke, his voice like thunder, and the whole hall was trembling.

"Okay!" Zengguang Buddha nodded.

"What about the White Pagoda Temple and the Hundred Buddha Temple, how do they plan to deal with it?" The ancient Buddha Kasyapa asked again.

"The Temple of One Hundred Buddhas will bring back some of the power of the Third Ming King. However, there have been changes within the White Pagoda Temple and we have no time to take care of it for the time being. However, it will also provide a number of precious resources including the emperor's corpse incense offering." Zengguang Buddha was calm. He replied, "In addition, there is also a king of the Ten Thousand Monsters Kingdom who will also take action."

"The Kingdom of Ten Thousand Demons?" Ancient Buddha Kasyapa was surprised, "The Lord of the Blue Flame Raging Lion Kingdom?"

"No!" Zengguang Buddha shook his head and said, "It is the king of the Yellow-tusked Old Elephant Kingdom. I heard that he wants to avenge his brother."

"He can be considered a master." Ancient Buddha Kassapa pondered for a moment and said, "Seizing this opportunity, you may be able to send him to my Buddhist door, which can be considered a good deed."

"Good, good." Zengguang Buddha smiled slightly.

Boom!

There was another loud noise, and the ancient Buddha Kasyapa disappeared from the main hall.

The sun shines in again, the darkness melts away, and the golden Buddha statue returns to its original state.

"Huh!" Buddha Zengguan breathed a long sigh of relief after completing a difficult task, with a relaxed smile on his face. He raised his head with a calm gaze, looked at the sky, and saw a fiery red sun hanging high on the snow-capped mountains, and whispered, "I don't know how you are going to deal with this dragnet."

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On the other side, there was a frontline camp composed of the Immortal Sect and the Aristocratic Family.

Su Heng's ability to quell the demonic tide was shocking. It was enough to threaten the entire camp and made many elders of the Immortal Sect feel helpless. The powerful monster was dealt with in an understatement. People were talking about it for a while, and Su Heng's name quickly spread throughout the battlefield.

And as more and more information was dug out, these warriors were even more surprised and felt incredible.

During this time.

There are many senior officials from aristocratic families or immortal sects who have prepared gifts and want to pay a visit.

Even if you can't make friends, at least you can leave a good impression.

Unfortunately, none of them succeeded.

Su Heng was practicing in seclusion, refining the flesh and blood of those monsters, accumulating attribute points, and preparing for the possible battle that would follow. All these people were rejected and returned without success. But even if this was the case, they didn't dare to get angry.

Because Su Heng's strength has reached such a level, he is the dominant force in the Jiang'e area. Everyone needs to accommodate him, rather than him accommodating others.

This situation lasted for several days, and something strange happened again in Fawang Temple.

The originally broken secret realm was completely separated from the Eternal Life Heaven and merged with reality. Many buildings in Fawang Temple were exposed on the battlefield. Not only practitioners of the Heavenly Creation Realm, but also ordinary warriors can enter it, and if they are lucky, they will gain priceless gains.

Some people took rubbings of precious Taoist scriptures from the Dharma King Temple, while others picked up precious medicines that were used to preserve bones and flesh of dead people, and so on.

There are these living examples before.

For a time, people's hearts were restless, and more and more people entered regardless of the danger.

This ancient temple, which has disappeared for thousands of years, is still a ghostland. It is clearly a mountain of gold and silver waiting to be excavated.

Even the true descendants of the Immortal Sect and the direct descendants of the aristocratic families can hardly resist this unknown temptation, let alone those who were born into barren cultivators.

Give it a try and turn your bicycle into a motorcycle.

Whatever you dig out from Fawang Temple will be enough for your practice in the next few decades.

During this period, Lingweizi also released news. There may be a great horror from ancient times buried in Fawang Temple. Once it is revived, the consequences will be disastrous. Unfortunately, the effect was very little, and some people thought it was a conspiracy theory that the Immortal Sect wanted to monopolize the secret treasure.

Others, even if they believe a little bit, feel that they are deeply blessed.

As long as you can gain something from the Fawang Temple, leave early, and then disaster will not fall on your head.

Lingweizi tried to dissuade her.

Not only did it not work, it even had the opposite effect.

Under this sense of urgency, those practitioners became even more crazy and expanded their exploration scope to the depths of Fawang Temple.

See this situation.

There was nothing Lingweizi could do.

With a sigh, he simply chose to give up and wait quietly for what would happen next.

In this way, another two days passed, and Su Heng finally ended his retreat and walked out of the temporary courtyard where he lived. In just a few days, the aura on his body became more and more terrifying. With the blessing of the attribute panel, Su Heng's potential is simply endless.

As long as he had enough blood and food, Su Heng could feel his strength growing with almost every breath he took.

And there is no limit to this growth, the results are immediate.

This speed of strength improvement is simply incredible and difficult to understand. It’s no wonder that some cultivators with keen senses feel afraid after seeing Su Heng. He thought that there was some kind of indescribable and terrifying evil god hidden under his human skin, and he couldn't help but tremble.

"It's almost time." Su Heng narrowed his eyes and looked towards Fawang Temple, "It's time to move a little bit."