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Chapter 304: The Mystery of the White Tower, Resurrection from the Dead

"Zombies? Female ghosts? What nonsense are you talking about? How can a cultivator like me be scared by such spooky things?" Meng Huan really had a headache at this time, and his brows were slightly frowned. Each of the three major tantric sects was not simple, and unexpected things happened.

The nameless old monk of Baifo Temple and the abbot of Zunfa Temple who has fallen into evil ways.

Then, even the current White Pagoda Temple began to experience some abnormal conditions, which immediately gave Meng Huan a headache.

"I... I don't know the specific situation at Baita Temple. I am just passing on the news according to what the elders of the sect said." The young disciple of Lieyang Sect hurriedly lowered his head and said respectfully.

Meng Huan just complained in a low voice and had no intention of really making things difficult for him.

"What's the situation over there? I hope Wu Cuicheng and the others are not in danger." Meng Huan asked again.

"Apart from encountering those immortal zombies, no large-scale conflicts have broken out. According to what the elders said, the situation there is very calm, but also very strange." The disciple of Lieyang Sect replied.

"That's good!" Meng Huan nodded, "You go first, I will go there myself later to see what's going on at the White Pagoda Temple."

"Thank you, Sect Master Meng!" The young disciple was overjoyed, with a look of relief on his face.

Watching the young disciple bow and trot away, Meng Huan retracted his gaze and stroked his long beard. He turned to look at Su Heng and said, "There must be something wrong when things are out of the ordinary. Now that this situation has occurred in the White Pagoda Temple, there may be some kind of secret behind it."

"Would you like to go with me?" Meng Huan took the initiative to invite.

"It's okay to go over and take a look." Su Heng said. Anyway, with the speed of the two of them, it wouldn't take long to go back and forth.

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After some discussion, the two of them immediately set off for Baita Temple.

After crossing the vast plains and rolling snow-capped mountains, it didn't take long before the White Pagoda Temple appeared in front of Su Heng and Meng Huan.

The White Pagoda Temple is divided into the outer courtyard and the inner courtyard, and is located at the foot of a snow-capped mountain deep in the Skull Plain. At this time, the sun rises and the morning light shines down, and you can see many golden pagodas glittering in the snow-capped mountains. With the surrounding white snow and the sound of chanting coming from somewhere in the void, it looks extremely sacred.

There are many towering white pagodas on the barren grassland outside the White Pagoda Temple.

Legend has it that the remains of the temple's ancestors are buried in these white pagodas. Even if the once powerful people died, the relics such as the Buddha's bones left behind can repel evil spirits and protect the area. But now, when you get closer, you can see that there is no sense of peace in the temple with white pagodas everywhere.

Instead, it was shrouded in a layer of faint eerie mist, the temperature was very low, and when the cold wind blew, one could hear a rustling sound coming from nowhere.

The ancient and holy temple of the past now looked lifeless.

It gives people a weird and cold feeling.

Su Heng and Meng Huan had just landed on the barren grass outside the White Pagoda Temple. Before they had time to take a closer look, they heard a burst of hurried footsteps coming from behind.

Then came a hearty greeting, "Brother Meng, Brother Su, you are finally here."

Su Heng looked back.

The fog dissipated in the distance, and a burly figure was walking quickly on the path.

He is tall, with neat short flat hair and a long scar on his face. His temperament seems a bit ostentatious.

"Senior Wu Cuicheng." Su Heng had a good memory and recognized this man at a glance. He had met him once before when he and Qin Shunying left the Jinwu Ruins.

At that time, Wu Cuicheng thought that Qin Shunying was captured by Su Heng, and due to his hot temper, the two had a minor friction.

However, the misunderstanding was soon resolved and Wu Cuicheng sincerely apologized to Su Heng.

This guy is a bit reckless.

But the fact that he was willing to take risks for his disciples did not leave a bad impression on Su Heng.

“I didn’t expect that Brother Su still remembered me!” Wu Cuicheng was flattered when he saw Su Heng took the initiative to greet him. He said, “You injured King Dingxuan that day and helped us get rid of our anger. I heard the news in the sect at that time and was extremely excited!”

Su Heng said calmly, "The hatred between King Dingxuan and I has not yet been resolved, and we will inevitably fight again in the future."

That day, King Dingxuan's body was not at its peak for the first time.

But compared with three months ago, Su Heng today has also undergone a complete transformation.

Su Heng was still very confident in his next fight. He also had a vague feeling that he wouldn't have to wait too long for such an opportunity.

"I'm glad to see that you're okay." Meng Huan on the other side also said the same thing. Although his strength was far superior to Wu Cuicheng, the two were of the same generation. When they were young, they traveled together and had a very good relationship. They called each other brothers.

"What on earth is happening here? Where are those so-called zombies?" Meng Huan asked again.

Wu Cuicheng stretched out his hand and scratched his head, his face somewhat distressed, "This matter is a bit troublesome to talk about, but..."

A light suddenly flashed in his eyes, and he raised his chin slightly. He seemed to have discovered something, and pointed forward, "Look there!"

Su Heng turned around and looked in the direction of Wu Cuicheng's finger. At this time, a cold wind blew from the wilderness, and the morning mist shrouding the white pagoda and stone forest of the Buddhist temple slightly dissipated.

Behind an ancient huge white tower, on a barren ground covered with weeds, an old figure suddenly appeared. He was skinny, with corpse spots on his body, dark pupils without any light, and a heavy aura of death. He just stood not far away, looking at the three people calmly.

"This..." Meng Huan frowned slightly, a look of surprise flashed across his face.

Although his attention was mainly on Wu Cuicheng just now, this figure suddenly appeared. As a master of the Earthly Immortal Realm with strong mental power, he was unaware of it. This situation was a bit scary and too abnormal.

"Did you realize the origin of that thing just now?" Meng Huan asked Su Heng beside him in a low voice with hesitation on his face.

"Yes!" Su Heng replied, "But the fog seems to have the effect of obscuring our perception, so the warning signs are not obvious."

"He doesn't look like a living person. Tsk tsk, it's really weird!" Meng Huan reached out and touched his chin.

"Are these zombie-like monks difficult to deal with?" Su Heng's gaze fell on Wu Cuicheng. On the path behind him, he could vaguely see the big flags of Lieyang Sect and Jiangzhou Li Family fluttering in the wind.

These two major forces have sent their elite troops here, but now they are stopped outside and dare not go deeper into the temple, as if they are afraid of something.

"As you can see, if we don't enter the White Pagoda Temple and just stand outside, these monks will not actively attack us." Wu Cuicheng replied, "But once we try to enter the White Pagoda Temple, these monks will take action and try to drive us away."

“We tried many methods, but were stopped by these monks and failed.”

"And it seems that something unexpected is brewing in the White Pagoda Temple. Some people got lost inside and were assimilated by these zombies." Wu Cuicheng seemed to remember something, his face changed slightly, and he continued, "We realized that it might cause the situation to deteriorate further, so we terminated the operation and maintained the status quo first."

"It's not wrong to do this. We still need to be cautious when facing the unknown," Meng Huan said.

The environment here in Skull Plain is special. Not only are there three major esoteric sects, but it is also closely connected with Eternal Heaven.

There were all kinds of strange situations inside that could not be explained by common sense. Ordinary practitioners did not dare to take it lightly, after all, not everyone had the strength of Su Heng to push everything aside and not fear evil spirits.

“But now we can try and see what kind of weirdness is hidden in this White Pagoda Temple.” Meng Huan whispered, but his eyes fell on Su Heng.

"With me here, there are no taboos." Su Heng smiled and nodded.

Although it was just a simple sentence, it exuded a calm confidence that could suppress everything.

"Okay!" Meng Huan laughed loudly, "Then I'll take action first and give him a try!"

Swish!
He put his fingers together as a sword and pointed forward.

An invisible and sharp sword energy suddenly slashed out.

In the white pagoda, the old monk’s head, which was covered with corpse spots, flew high up, but not much blood seeped out from the broken part.

His head rolled to the ground and disappeared into a patch of grass. Then the surrounding mist suddenly surged, and when it dispersed again, the old monk's head had returned to its original position.

He still stood there, looking at Su Heng and the others expressionlessly.

"Interesting." Meng Huan raised his eyebrows, with a hint of surprise on his face.

His sword energy contained spiritual power, which was not only sharp, but also able to obliterate the soul. Even a strong man in the earthly immortal realm would not be so easy to deal with.

But judging from the current situation, it turned out that no harm was caused to the old monk.

Then Meng Huan chanted a spell and performed a fire spell.

The old monk's skinny body burned like a candle, but soon the flame went out quickly.

Meng Huan had no idea what to do. He raised his head and looked at Su Heng for help. "My dear Su, what do you think of this situation?"

"These zombies are neither alive nor dead, and they do not exist alone." Su Heng's pupils flickered with light, as if he had discovered something, and whispered, "They are connected to the surrounding environment and have been devoured and refined by some incredibly powerful life form."

"Really?" Meng Huan had a thoughtful expression on his face.

Wu Cuicheng's eyes widened, not knowing what the reason was and how to solve the current situation.

"However, even so, it is not truly unkillable." Su Heng said, "As long as we can erase the spiritual power within it, then we have to find the true form of this powerful life, and then we can thoroughly figure out what happened in the White Pagoda Temple."

Swish!
Su Heng took a step forward.

He stretched out his hand, clasped his five fingers together like an eagle's claws, and grabbed the old monk.

The old monk seemed to sense something was wrong, and he raised his head suddenly, trying to retreat. But his speed was no match for Su Heng's, and he was like a chicken, being lifted up in Su Heng's hand.

Immediately afterwards, the third heart seed of destruction began to beat, and Su Heng exerted force with his five fingers.

boom!
Erosion of authority.

The old monk's remaining body exploded and turned into gray mist, which was absorbed and swallowed by Su Heng.

This time he failed to resurrect.

(End of this chapter)