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"Living corpse? Female ghost? What nonsense are you talking about? How can practitioners like us be frightened by such mysterious things?" Meng Huan really had a headache at this time and frowned slightly. Among the three major tantric sects, , each one is not simple, and something unexpected happens.

The nameless old monk of the Hundred Buddhas Temple and the abbot of Zunfa Temple who fell into evil ways.

Then, something abnormal happened in the current Baita Temple, which suddenly made Meng Huan feel dizzy.

"My...disciple doesn'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 from the Lieyang Sect hurriedly lowered his head and said respectfully.

Meng Huan just complained in a low voice and had no intention of really embarrassing him.

"What's the situation over there? Wu Chucheng and the others are not in danger, right?" Meng Huan asked again.

"Except for encountering those unkillable living corpses, no large-scale conflicts broke out. I heard from the elders that the situation there is very peaceful, but also very strange." The disciple of Lieyang Sect replied.

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

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

Watching the young disciple bow and salute, he trotted away. Meng Huan looked away and reached out to stroke the long beard on his chin. He turned to look at Su Heng and said, "When something goes wrong, there must be a monster. Now that something like this is happening 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 doesn't hurt to go and have 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 immediately set off for the White Pagoda Temple.

Across the vast plains and rolling snow-capped mountains, it didn't take long for the Baita Temple to appear in front of Su Heng and Meng Huan.

Baita Temple is divided into an outer courtyard and an inner courtyard. It is located under a snow-capped mountain deep in the Skull Plain. At this time, the sun rises and the morning light shines down. You can see many golden pagodas shining in the snow-capped mountains. Together with the surrounding white snow and the chanting sounds coming from nowhere in the void, they look extremely sacred.

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

Legend has it that the bones of the sages of the temple are buried in these white pagodas. Even if the strong men in the past died, the relics, Buddha bones and other relics left on their bodies can ward off evil spirits and protect them. But now when I look closer, I can see that there is no such peaceful feeling in the temple with many white pagodas.

Instead, it was shrouded in a thin layer of eerie fog, and the temperature was very low. When the cold wind blew, you could still hear the whistling sound coming from nowhere.

The ancient and holy temple in the past now looked lifeless at a glance.

It gives people a strange and cold feeling.

Su Heng and Meng Huan had just landed on the deserted grass outside the White Pagoda Temple. Before they could take a closer look, they heard a rush of footsteps coming from behind.

Then there was a hearty voice greeting, "Senior Brother Meng, Little Brother Su, you are finally here."

Su Heng looked back.

The mist dispersed in the distance, and a tall figure walked quickly on the path.

He is tall, with short, lean crew cut hair, and a long and narrow scar on his face. His overall temperament looks a bit flamboyant.

"Senior Wu Chucheng." Su Heng had a good memory and recognized this person's origin at a glance. I had met Qin Shunying once before when I left the Golden Crow Ruins.

At that time, Wu Chucheng thought Qin Shunying was captured by Su Heng. Due to his violent temper, the two had a small friction.

However, the misunderstanding was quickly resolved, and Wu Jiacheng also sincerely apologized to Su Heng.

Although this person is a bit reckless.

However, he did not hesitate to take risks for the sake of his disciples, which made a good impression on Su Heng.

"I didn't expect little brother Su to still remember me!" When Wu Chucheng saw Su Heng actively greeting him, a flattered look appeared on his face. He said, "You injured King Dingxuan that day, but he killed us so hard. I was so excited when I heard the news in the sect! "

Su Heng said calmly, "The grudge between me and King Dingxuan has not yet been understood, and another fight will inevitably occur in the future."

That day, King Dingxuan's body was the first to suffer, and he was no longer at his peak.

But today's Su Heng has also undergone radical changes compared to three months ago.

Su Heng was still very confident when they met again. And he had a vague hunch that such an opportunity wouldn't take long.

"It's good to see that you're fine here." Meng Huan on the other side also said the same thing. Although his strength is far superior to that of Wu Decheng, they are of the same generation. When they were young, they traveled together and had a very good relationship. They were considered brothers and sisters.

"What exactly happened here? Where are those so-called living corpses?" Meng Huan asked again.

Wu Chucheng stretched out his hand to scratch his head, with a distressed look on his face, "This matter is a bit troublesome, but..."

A flash of light suddenly flashed in his eyes, and he raised his chin slightly. Seemingly discovering something, he stretched out his hand and pointed forward, "Look where you are!"

Su Heng turned around and looked in the direction of Wu Chengcheng's finger.

At this time, the cold wind blew from the wilderness, and the morning mist shrouding the white pagoda stone forest of the Buddhist temple dispersed slightly.

Behind an ancient and huge white tower, an old figure suddenly appeared on the barren ground covered with weeds. He had a skinny figure with corpse spots on his body, his pupils were dark without any light, and he had a lifeless look on his body. He just stood not far away and looked at the three of them calmly.

"This..." Meng Huan frowned slightly, with a look of surprise on his face.

Although his attention was mainly on Wu Decheng just now, this figure suddenly appeared. As a master of the earthly immortal realm, he had strong mental power, and he was not aware of it. This situation is a bit scary and too abnormal.

"Did you realize the origin of that thing just now?" Meng Huan looked hesitant on his face, lowered his voice, and asked Su Heng beside him.

"Yes!" Su Heng replied, "But these fogs seem to have the effect of blocking perception, so the warning signs are not obvious."

"It 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 eyes fell on Wu Decheng. On the path behind him, he could vaguely see the flags of Lieyang Gate and Jiangzhou Li Family waving in the wind.

These two major forces have sent their elites here, but now they are blocked outside and do not dare to go deep into the temple, as if they are afraid of something.

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

"We tried many methods, but were blocked by these monks and failed."

"And there seems to be some kind of change brewing in the White Pagoda Temple. Some people are lost inside and assimilated by these living corpses." Wu Decheng seemed to think of something, his face changed slightly, and he continued, "Aware that the situation may worsen, we Let’s stop the action and maintain the status quo first.”

"It's not wrong to do this. Facing the unknown, you still have to be cautious." Meng Huan said.

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

There are all kinds of weird situations inside that cannot be explained by common sense. Ordinary practitioners simply don't dare to take it lightly. After all, not everyone has Su Heng's ability to push through everything without fear of evil spirits.

"But now we can give it a try and see what weirdness is hidden in the 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, there was a kind of calm confidence in him that suppressed everything.

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

Uh-huh!

He pointed it as a sword and moved forward a little.

An invisible sharp sword energy suddenly slashed out.

In the white tower, the head of the old monk covered with corpses was flying high, but not much blood seeped out from the fracture.

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

Still standing there, looking at Su Heng and others expressionlessly.

"It's interesting." Meng Huan raised his eyebrows with a look of surprise on his face.

His sword energy contains spiritual power, which is not only sharp, but can also destroy the soul. Even the strong ones in the Earth Immortal Realm are not that easy to deal with.

But judging from the current situation, it did not cause any harm to the old monk.

Immediately afterwards, Meng Huan recited a mantra and made another fire spell.

The old monk's thin body burned like a candle, but not long after, the flame quickly extinguished.

Meng Huan was at a loss for what to do. He raised his head and cast his pleading eyes on Su Heng, "Little friend Su, what do you think about the current situation?"

"These living corpses are neither alive nor dead, and they do not exist alone." Su Heng's pupils flashed brightly, as if he had discovered something, and whispered, "They are connected to the surrounding environment and are swallowed by some incredibly powerful life. It’s been refined.”

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

Wu Chucheng's eyes widened, wondering what the reason was and how to solve the current situation.

"However, even so, it is not invincible in the true sense." Su Heng said, "As long as the spiritual power in it can be wiped out, then we have to find the true form of this powerful life in order to fully understand what happened in the White Pagoda Temple. What."

Uh-huh!

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 have a premonition that something was not going to happen. He suddenly raised his head and tried to retreat. But how could his speed be compared with Su Heng's? His whole figure was like a chicken cub, lifted by Su Heng in his hand.

Immediately after the third heart of the Seed of Destruction beat, Su Heng exerted force with his five fingers.

boom!

Under eroding authority.

The old monk's remains exploded and turned into gray mist, which was absorbed and devoured by Su Heng.

This time he failed to revive again.