One pound of meat equals one attribute point.

Chapter 305 Who is the prisoner? The princess from a thousand years ago
“Let’s go!” After dealing with 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 caused it to become so weird!”

"Okay!" Meng Huan nodded and agreed.

Wu Cuicheng was also very excited. They had been stopped by these zombies for some time.

This was the first time he had seen 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 the leader, even if they really encountered any danger, they could easily resolve it.

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

There was a wide square in front of them, and at the end was a towering palace. The main door of the palace was open, and it was pitch black inside, like the bloody mouth of a dormant beast. The few people seemed to be able to feel the cold wind blowing from the palace from a distance of several hundred meters.

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

These furnishings are commonplace in the many temples of Skull Plain. Although they are different in size and decoration, there is nothing shocking about them.

The key point is that not long ago, the elite troops in the White Pagoda Temple were dispatched. But in just a few months, these Buddha statues and utensils were covered with rust and moss, as if hundreds or thousands of years had 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 equally desolate, but not as exaggerated as it is now."

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

I felt a chill seeping in and couldn't help but shiver all over.

"Look there!" Meng Huan seemed to hear some noise, and suddenly looked up and looked towards the open door of the temple.

I saw the dark hall.

One after another, human figures appeared, tall and short, fat and thin.

The auras they exuded were also strong and weak, but they all had expressionless and lifeless looks. They were basically no different from the zombies we had just seen.

"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 glanced at Su Heng. But when he looked over, he saw Su Heng's brows were deeply furrowed, 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 pretended to be calm and asked, "Is there anything special?"

"That guy..." Su Heng exhaled lightly and pointed his hand forward.

His finger landed on a fat and sturdy monk in the temple. The monk was nearly five meters tall, with fat piled up on his body. From a distance, he looked like a mountain of flesh. Just by moving a little, waves of flesh rolled on his body. Just by looking at him from a distance, it was as if he could smell a greasy and creepy smell.

"What's wrong with this monk? Is there anything special about him?" Meng Huan was surprised.

"This guy is from Jialan Gu." Before Su Heng could speak, Wu Cuicheng beside him said in shock, "He broke through the Hanwu Pass and led the monk soldiers and barbarians to invade the Great Zhou Kingdom. The general leading the Skull Army was this man."

"I remember this man died in your hands, sir. How come he suddenly appears here?" Wu Cuicheng widened his eyes and looked at Su Heng.

"He was killed by my own hands. He is absolutely dead and cannot be deader. I can be sure of that." Su Heng said in a low voice.

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

"Dead is dead, the end of everything. There is no such thing as reincarnation or resurrection of the dead." Meng Huan snorted and said, "There should be other explanations. Is it a trick? It seems not to be entirely true. These monks still have some of the aura of their life."

"Let me think about it..." Su Heng rubbed his temple, recalling the scene when he killed Jia Lan Gu that day.

Because accumulating attribute points requires absorbing a large amount of nutrients from the outside world.

Su Heng has always had a good habit.

After the battle, they habitually absorb the nutrients from the corpse, with basically very little waste.

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

Looking back now, that part of the power was not dissipated out of thin air.

Instead, it was guided back to the White Pagoda Temple and was refined and reused by a mysterious being deep inside the White Pagoda Temple.

"This guidance is...corpse incense offering!" A light seemed to flash in Su Heng's mind, 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 suppress his curiosity and asked, while Wu Cuicheng on the other side also listened with his ear tilted.

Su Heng did not keep the secret and said directly, "A strong person in the Earthly Immortal Realm can integrate his spiritual power into his 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 fully refined."

“So with the help of the Imperial Corpse Incense for cultivation, my strength is indeed increasing rapidly, but in this process, my mind is also changing and being controlled by another consciousness.

So, it seemed that the White Pagoda Temple practitioners imprisoned that person in the White Pagoda as some kind of consumables. But in fact, the real situation was completely the opposite. During the past thousand years, all the practitioners above the Heavenly Guile level in the White Pagoda Temple were devoured and refined without knowing it. "

"Hiss..." Hearing Su Heng say this, Meng Huan suddenly felt a chill.

The most terrifying thing about this matter is that for the practitioners who initially used the corpse incense offering, the changes occurred in their minds. Even if they found abnormalities in this process, by this time, their minds and thoughts had been controlled and it was too late.

They could only cooperate obediently, and even lured other practitioners in the sect to take this path. In the end, after hundreds of years, the entire White Pagoda Temple's high-level officials all fell and became puppets of Princess Dayue.

"It's not just the White Pagoda Temple." Meng Huan said seriously, "The imperial method that came out of the White Pagoda Temple is also very popular in other Tantric sects. Corpse incense offerings are even more popular among Tantric Tiangui practitioners... If you count it this way, there are probably quite a few people in other Tantric sects who have been secretly controlled and refined."

"If it is really as Brother Su guessed, over thousands of years, countless practitioners, and all of these people's spiritual powers have been devoured and assimilated, what kind of monster will be formed?" Meng Huan is also an earthly immortal, but just thinking about it makes him feel terrified.

"But there is one more thing." Wu Cuicheng on the other side raised his hand and said, "I have also heard about the eldest princess, but since she is suppressed in the White Pagoda Temple, she naturally cannot enter the Eternal Heaven. But under normal circumstances, in this world, even a master at the Earthly Immortal Realm can only live for five or six hundred years."

"Since that person was already a famous master thousands of years ago, there is no reason why he could still be alive today. He should have turned into a handful of dirt 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 judged by common sense."

"To know the specific situation, we still have to meet the princess in person to find out." Su Heng also spoke up.

His eyes fell on the group of zombies under the Grand Master, "Jialan Valley..."

Su Heng sneered and said, "It was not easy to kill this guy back then. As for now, he can die in my hands twice, which is a blessing for him to have practiced for ten lifetimes."

boom!
Su Heng's aura burst out without hesitation.

He first stretched out his arms, and then punched forward.

With a physique so strong that even a random punch can be enough to destroy everything.

The terrifying force oppressed the air, and in an instant, a huge shock wave formed in front of him. The hall, which was tens of meters high and hundreds of meters wide, and decorated with golden splendor, was directly pierced through by Su Heng's punch. The ground sank downwards, and all kinds of broken tiles, wood blocks and other black debris were rolled up to the sky layer by layer, and slowly fell down after a long time.

The zombies were torn into pieces and scattered all over the ground, and were now healing with difficulty.

But Su Heng raised his leg and stepped past them, and a dark ripple spread outward from under his feet.

The moment the two touched, these zombies seemed to be submerged, and their remaining bodies were directly assimilated and absorbed by the Seed of Destruction, turning into nutrients and merging into Su Heng's body.

Baita Temple is divided into inner courtyard and outer courtyard.

The outer courtyard is magnificently decorated and is a very grand ancient palace.

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

There are many bodhi trees and sal trees planted inside, and the view is green. Many simple lecture halls, quiet rooms, and white pagodas can be seen here.

Swish!
Su Heng and others had just stepped in.

Suddenly a breeze blew by, and a rustling sound came from the Bodhi tree.

The doors of the simple wooden houses opened one after another. In each door stood a dull-looking figure, shrouded in deep darkness. Pairs of eyes without any emotion just fell on Su Heng.

"Hiss..." Even though he was just affected by these gazes, Wu Cuicheng felt his heart beat slightly faster, his breathing became rapid, and he became obviously nervous. Even Meng Huan beside him was no longer as cool as before, his muscles were tense under his robe, and one hand was on the hilt of the sword.

On the contrary, Su Heng looked around as if nothing had happened, with a relaxed expression on his face, as if he was taking a stroll in a deep and peaceful temple.

One of the monks came up to Su Heng, bowed, and stretched out his hand to gesture for him to lead 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 man'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 is definitely not considered a weakling.

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

The few of them separated for the time being.

Following the monk who led the way, we walked through layers of woods and soon arrived in front of a deep pool in the snow-capped mountains where a huge Bodhi tree grew. This place 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 serene 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 she exuded 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 jade pendant, high mountains and flowing water. But the artistic conception coming from it seemed to be three times colder than the ice and snow in front of him.

(End of this chapter)