One pound of meat equals one attribute point

"Let's go!" After getting rid of this weird monk, Su Heng waved his hand towards Meng Huan and Wu Cuicheng, "Let's go in and see what happened in the White Pagoda Temple that made it look so weird!"

"Okay!" Meng Huan nodded and agreed.

Wu Cuicheng was also very excited. They had been stopped by these zombies for a while.

This was the first time he saw a zombie being killed in the true sense. The situation inside the White Pagoda Temple was very strange, but Wu Cuicheng was not worried. With Su Heng as a leader, even if they really encountered any danger, they could easily solve it.

Follow the road in front of the temple, cross the gate, and come to the inside.

There is a wide square in front of you, and at the end is a towering hall. The main door of the hall is open, and it is pitch black inside, like the bloody mouth of a dormant beast. Several people seem to be able to feel the cold wind blowing from the temple at a distance of several hundred meters.

On both sides of the square, there are also Arhat sculptures, prayer flags, prayer wheels, etc.

Among the many temples in the Skull Plain, these furnishings are commonplace. Although they are different in size and decoration, there is nothing to be shocked about.

The key issue is that not long ago, there were elite troops dispatched from the White Pagoda Temple. But in just a few months, these Buddha statues and utensils are covered with rust and moss, as if hundreds of thousands of years have passed in this independent world, bringing visible wear and tear.

Wu Cuicheng was also surprised, "The last time I led people here, the scene was also desolate, but not as exaggerated as it is now."

"Hiss..." As he said, he suddenly tightened his arms.

Feeling a chill penetrate, he couldn't help trembling all over.

"Look there!" Meng Huan seemed to hear something, and suddenly raised his head and looked at the open door of the temple.

In the dark hall.

Figures emerged one after another, tall and short, fat and thin.

The aura emitted from their bodies was also strong and weak, but they all had expressionless and lifeless looks. There is basically no big difference from the zombies we saw just now.

"Are these zombies here trying to stop us?" Meng Huan stretched out his hand to hold the hilt of the sword, and at the same time looked at Su Heng with the corner of his eyes. But when he looked over, he saw Su Heng frowning deeply, with an expression of disbelief on his face.

What kind of ghost thing can scare you... Meng Huan's heart suddenly skipped a beat, but he still pretended to be calm and asked, "Is there anything special?"

"That guy..." Su Heng gently exhaled a breath of turbid air and stretched out his hand to point forward.

His finger fell on a fat and strong monk in the temple. The monk was nearly five meters tall, and his body was piled with fat. From a distance, it looked like a meat mountain. Just a slight movement, and the body was rolling with waves of meat. Just looking from a distance, it seemed as if a greasy smell could be smelled.

"What's wrong with this monk, is there anything special?" Meng Huan was surprised.

"This guy is from Jialangu." Su Heng hadn't spoken yet, but Wu Cuicheng on the side was a little shocked and said, "He broke through the Hanwu Pass that day and led the monk soldiers and barbarians to invade the Great Zhou Kingdom. The general who led the Skeleton Army was this man."

"I remember that this man died in your hands, how could he suddenly appear here?" Wu Cuicheng widened his eyes and looked at Su Heng.

"He was killed by my own hands, and he must be dead and can't die again. I can be sure of this." Su Heng whispered.

"Does that mean that the dead are resurrected!?" Wu Cuicheng said in shock.

"Dead is dead, the end of everything, there is no reincarnation, resurrection of the dead, etc." Meng Huan snorted and said, "There should be other explanations, is it a trick? It seems that it is not entirely true. These monks still have some of the breath when they were alive."

"Let me think about it..." Su Heng rubbed his temples and recalled the scene when he killed Jialangu that day.

Because accumulating attribute points requires absorbing a lot of nutrients from the outside world

Su Heng has always had a good habit.

After the battle, he habitually absorbs the nutrients from the corpse, and basically there is little waste.

He is now using the Haori Divine Art, and before, it was the blood and flesh of the fog monster. Jialan Valley was an exception. After being killed by Su Heng, his body shrank and rotted directly. It was as if all the essence and nutrients in the body were directly dispersed and disappeared. Su Heng was a little depressed at the time, so he remembered it vividly.

Now thinking back, that part of the power was not dispersed out of thin air.

Instead, it returned to the White Pagoda Temple with some guidance. It was refined and reused by a mysterious existence deep in the White Pagoda Temple.

"This guidance is... Corpse Incense Offering!" Su Heng's mind seemed to have a flash of light, and those clues were connected at once.

"What's the situation?" Seeing Su Heng's face showing a look of realization.

Meng Huan couldn't help but ask at this time, and Wu Cuicheng on the other side also listened with his ears tilted.

Su Heng did not keep the secret and said directly, "The strong in the earthly immortal realm can integrate their own spiritual power into their flesh and blood. And in the White Pagoda Temple, the highest quality corpse incense offering is made from the blood of the former Princess Dayue."

"If some means are used, the spiritual power inside has not been completely refined."

"Then with the help of the imperial corpse incense offering, the strength is indeed growing rapidly, but in this process, one's own spirit is also changing and being controlled by another consciousness.

Therefore, it seems that the practitioners of the White Pagoda Temple imprisoned the man in the White Pagoda as some kind of consumable material. But in fact, the real situation is quite the opposite. During these thousand years, many practitioners above Tiangui in the White Pagoda Temple were all devoured and refined without knowing it. "

"Hiss..." Meng Huan suddenly felt a chill when he heard Su Heng say this.

The most terrifying thing about this incident is that the changes occurred in the spirit of the practitioners who initially relied on the corpse incense offering. Even if an abnormality is discovered during this process, by this time, the spirit and thinking have been controlled and it is too late.

He can only cooperate obediently, or even lure other practitioners in the sect to enter this path.

Wait until the end, hundreds of years have passed. The entire high-level staff of the White Pagoda Temple fell and became the puppets of Princess Dayue.

"It's not just the White Pagoda Temple." Meng Huan said seriously, "The imperial method spread from the White Pagoda Temple is also very popular in other Tantric sects. The corpse incense offering is even more popular among Tantra practitioners. Currency... Counting this, among other Tantric sects, there are probably not a few people who have been secretly controlled and refined. "

"If it is true as little brother Su guessed, if the spiritual power of countless practitioners were devoured and assimilated over thousands of years, what kind of monster would be formed?" Meng Huan is also an Earth Immortal, but Just thinking about it makes me feel scared.

"But there is one more thing." Wu Zhicheng on the other side raised his hand and said, "I have also heard about the eldest princess, but since she was suppressed in the White Pagoda Temple, she naturally cannot enter the Changsheng Heaven. But under normal circumstances, It is said that in this world, even a master in the Earth Immortal Realm has a life span of five to six hundred years."

"Since that man was already a famous expert thousands of years ago, there is no reason that he can survive until now. He should have turned into a handful of loess long ago."

Meng Huan frowned and looked at Su Heng.

"What you said does make sense." Meng Huan said, "But many things in this world cannot be measured by common sense."

"To find out the specific situation, we still have to see the honor of the eldest princess," Su Heng also said.

His eyes fell on the group of living corpses under the Grand Highness, "That place in Jialan Valley..."

Su Heng sneered and said, "It was really not easy to kill this guy back then. As for now, being able to die in my hands twice is considered a blessing from his ten lifetimes of practice."

boom!

Su Heng's momentum exploded without any hesitation.

He first stretched his arms, and then punched forward with a powerful punch.

With such a strong body, even a random punch would be filled with divine power and destroy everything.

The terrifying power compressed the air, instantly forming a huge wave of impact in front of him. The grand hall, tens of meters high and hundreds of meters wide, was directly penetrated by Su Heng's punch. The ground sunk downwards, and various broken tiles, wooden blocks and other dark debris were rolled up to the sky layer by layer. Waiting for a long time It slowly fell down after a long period of time.

Those living corpses were torn into pieces and scattered all over the ground. They were currently recovering with difficulty.

But Su Heng raised his legs and stepped past them, and dark ripples spread outward under his feet.

The moment the two touched, these living corpses seemed to be submerged, and the remaining bodies were directly assimilated and absorbed by the seeds of destruction, turned into nutrients, and integrated into Su Heng's body.

Baita Temple is divided into inner courtyard and outer courtyard.

The outer courtyard is decorated with splendor and splendor, making it a magnificent ancient palace.

The inner courtyard is just the opposite. The environment here is simple and deep, and it is a vast garden.

There are many bodhi trees and salas planted inside, and it is green as far as the eye can see. Many simple lecture halls, quiet rooms, and white towers can be seen here.

Uh-huh!

Su Heng and others had just stepped into it.

A breeze blew through the air, and a rustling sound came from the Bodhi tree.

In those simple wooden houses, doors opened one after another. A figure with a dull face stood in the door of every house, and they were shrouded in deep darkness. Pairs of eyes without any emotion fell on Su Heng.

"Hiss..." Even if he was just affected by these gazes, Wu Chengcheng felt that his heart was beating slightly faster, his breathing was rapid, and he was obviously nervous. Even Meng Huan beside him was no longer as handsome as before. His muscles under his robe were tense and he had one hand on the hilt of his sword.

On the contrary, Su Heng looked around casually, with a relaxed and carefree expression on his face, as if he was walking in a deep and peaceful temple.

One of the monks came to Su Heng, bowed, and stretched out his hand to show the way.

"It seems that person wants to meet me alone." Su Heng could roughly guess what he was thinking.

"Then we'll wait for you here." Meng Huan said with a smile, "Don't worry, I may not be that person's opponent, but it's impossible for these clone puppets to take me down."

"Okay!" Su Heng nodded.

In the Earthly Immortal Realm, Meng Huan was definitely not a weakling.

Since he said this, he must be confident, and Su Heng didn't need to worry.

A few people separated for the time being.

Following the monk who led the way, we walked through layers of woods and soon came to a deep pool in the snow-capped mountains with a huge bodhi tree growing there. It is almost halfway up the mountain, with white snow above and a deep green garden below.

In the middle there is a deep pool, a Bodhi tree and a white pagoda.

The peaceful and peaceful scenery like a fairy tale divides the surrounding environment into two completely different sections.

At the edge of the cold pond, on the white snow, a graceful figure was sitting on a wooden stake. She was wearing a snow-white mink coat, and a simple hairpin was inserted in her long hair, which cascaded down like a waterfall. Although there was only a simple back view, the temperament emanating from her was cold and distant.

A zither was placed on her slightly tilted thigh.

The sound of the zither coming from afar was like the sound of a pendant ring, the high mountains and the flowing water. But the artistic conception coming from it seemed to be three points colder than the ice and snow in front of the cold pond.