One pound of meat equals one attribute point

Su Heng left Baihua County and headed north, and soon arrived at the White Pagoda Temple in Skull Plain.

Because the mythical battlefield has arrived.

At this time, the environment inside Skull Plain was already quite harsh.

The land and water sources were polluted, and the dry ground was covered with cracks and scattered bones. Thick plumes of smoke rose upwards, and the sky was red. Looking around, everything looked lifeless and doomsday was approaching.

However, this scene changed again after arriving at Baita Temple.

The body of the Taoist Underworld is stationed here. Compared to the last time we met, the Taoist Underworld's strength seems to have increased a lot.

The Taoist charm flows all around, the Snow Mountain is pure white, and the temple below is full of lush fig trees and bodhi trees.

Occasionally, an icy wind blows from the top of the mountain, and the leaves turn. The sound is like the pages of many books turning. Coupled with the clear air that permeates the surroundings, just being in such an environment makes me want to let go of my obsessions and be liberated immediately.

Such thoughts may seem peaceful, but are actually very dangerous. Once you let go of these thoughts, you will turn into an immortal monster like the monks in the White Pagoda Temple.

Su Heng was also somewhat affected by the substantial Taoist rhyme around him.

Although his spiritual cultivation is not as good as that of Ming Taoist, it is not weak compared to warriors of the same level.

After just pondering for a moment, Su Heng broke away from this Taoist rhyme and returned to his true self.

He knew that this was not a threat from the Ming Taoist to him.

It is purely because of the growth of immortal trees in this land over the past few years, and the spiritual power accumulated over time is too much and too complicated.

At this time, it was beyond the control of the Ming Taoist, and it had an uncontrollable impact on the surrounding environment.

Thunder Tribulation——

Although it is a disaster, it is also an opportunity.

If you can survive it safely, you can refine the impurities in these powers.

By then, even if it can't be considered a complete transformation, its strength will definitely be greatly improved.

certainly,

if it fails.

That would be the end of everything.

Su Heng walked along the forest path and soon came to the snow-capped mountains.

By the ice pond where the pagoda and Bodhi tree stand, the Taoist monk is dressed in white and has his long hair tied up. There are two cups of tea on the table in front of him, and it looks like he has been waiting here for a long time.

She was holding a long sword in her hand and slinging it behind her back, looking up at the eastern sky.

It was quite sunny there.

But now dark clouds are gathering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The wind is dark and the dark clouds are rolling. Inside the thick clouds, silver-white lightning flashed first, and then roaring thunder came.

The wind also blew from the distant sky, passing over the desolate plains, and finally blew on Su Heng and Ming Taoist.

Su Heng's body was heavy and towering, motionless.

The snow-white clothes and long black hair of the underworld man are flying in the air.

The originally loose long skirt now outlines the exquisite and convex curves of the body, like a goddess in a mural, who may fly away at any time.

Taoist Ming withdrew his gaze and whispered to Su Heng, "You are here."

"Yeah." Su Heng nodded.

The Taoist Ming said, "I just noticed some strange auras on the skull plateau. It seems that the visitor is not malicious."

"Really?" Su Heng raised his eyebrows, looking a little surprised.

If the news about Ming Taoist leaks out, someone will take the opportunity to plot evil. This matter is not beyond Su Heng's expectation. For this reason, he specially invited King Qingyang to come to help, just to be prepared.

But along the way, Su Heng didn't notice anything unusual on the road.

Taoist Ming made it clear at this time that he was obviously more sensitive in surveying than Su Heng.

But this is normal. After all, this is the home where people have been operating for thousands of years, and the spiritual attainments of the underworld people are indeed very unique.

"Thunder Tribulation has nine levels in total, and every time it passes three levels, its power will increase significantly." Ming Taoist said seriously, "And because of the arrival of the mythical battlefield, the Changsheng Heaven and the real world will merge with each other, and many unexpected events may occur during the Thunder Tribulation. You have to be careful about the changes.”

"Oh, I understand." Su Heng nodded.

Although thunder disasters are rare, relevant records are not difficult to find.

Su Heng had collected some information before and was not unfamiliar with these situations.

"Where is the thunder bead I gave you, have you ever taken it with you?" Ming Daoist tilted his head and asked, "Have you completed the sacrifice?"

"Ah?" Su Heng was stunned for a moment and said in surprise, "What kind of sacrifice?"

"..."

The Taoist Ming sighed inconspicuously.

She shook her head and explained, "Any artifact in the Immortal Heaven, if you want to use it freely, you need to use your own spiritual power to warm it and leave a mark on it."

"..." Su Heng scratched his head and said, "Sorry, I really don't know this."

There were only two immortal artifacts that he had actually come into contact with before. The Seed of Destruction was directly forcibly absorbed by Su Heng and used as a heart.

Su Heng, the God of Plague Seal, had no intention of refining it and used it directly as a consumable to repair the Seed of Destruction.

After that, Su Heng was busy studying the bloodline of the demon descendant.

After the thunder bead fell into Su Heng's hands, he really didn't spend much energy on it.

So you plan to use it as a brick to smash the enemy to death, right... The Taoist Underworld took a look at Su Heng's physique and felt that the opponent could really do such a thing.

She immediately couldn't say anything more, so she just spread her white palms outward.

With a flash of red light, the lightning bead was taken out of the flesh furnace by Su Heng and hung in the air.

He gently pushed forward, and with the talent of gravity manipulation, the lightning bead fell lightly into the hands of the dark Taoist.

The dark Taoist closed his eyes, and the Taoist rhyme flowing around him gathered in one place like a gurgling stream, and finally all of it was injected into the lightning bead.

The lightning bead was originally black in appearance.

But as the power contained in it was activated, its color turned into a dazzling silver-white.

There were flashes of lightning on the surface, the air exploded, and bursts of crackling sounds came suddenly.

"Inject your mental power into it, so that it can be used normally." A trace of fatigue flashed across the pale face of the dark Taoist, and he returned the lightning bead to Su Heng.

Boom!

Su Heng did what the dark Taoist said.

As his mind moved slightly, a blood-red thunder suddenly exploded in the air.

This thunder was like a thick pillar, penetrating the sky and the earth, carrying a huge force, leaving a pit with a diameter of tens of meters on the ground.

The Seed of Destruction was an exception, but the Plague God Seal and the Lightning Bead gave Su Heng the feeling that they were some kind of concrete magical power marks. As long as he could refine and master them, he could have several more powerful magical powers out of thin air. However, in such an environment, the power of the Lightning Bead was indeed greatly enhanced.

No wonder the princess of the Underworld Taoist cherished this object so much and regarded it as her trump card to overcome disasters and solve problems.

Su Heng turned his hand and put the Lightning Bead in his arms.

The Underworld Taoist said seriously, "The next thing will be left to you."

"No problem." Su Heng smiled heartily and nodded to the Underworld Taoist.

The Underworld Taoist bowed with both hands and saluted Su Heng solemnly. Then his body turned into a black butterfly, scattered with the wind, and merged into the Bodhi tree next to him.

The bodhi tree suddenly began to grow wildly, and the green branches and tender leaves on it began to fall off, replaced by bloody human skin prayer flags and rotten corpses hanging on it. As a smell of corruption spread outward, with a loud rumbling sound, the dark red trunk expanded to a hundred meters away in the blink of an eye. The trunk above also spread outward with the "crackling" sound of the expanding bones, like a canopy, covering a large area.

And this is not the end.

Narrow cracks leading to Changshengtian appeared on the snow mountain.

The chaotic power gushing out from it covered the ground with a thick layer of fungal carpet, and in the cracks were all kinds of eyes.

From the ignorant and turbid pupils of the giant beast, to the blood-stained blood pupils full of sadistic desire, to the compound eyes piled together like insects... Each pair of eyes means a powerful demon in Changshengtian.

The worst ones are all great lords above the seventh level of death, and Su Heng has even noticed several demon god-level beings.

Like the monks who turned into puppets in the White Pagoda Temple, these demons were also controlled by the Dark Daoist. Of course, they could not cross the boundary to descend, but the spiritual power deposited in them was now completely taken back by the Dark Daoist.

The roaring sound continued.

As the power of these demons continued to flow in, the already huge immortal tree continued to grow.

It was not until its height exceeded the astonishing 300 meters that it gradually stabilized.

At this time, the immortal tree was already incredibly huge.

Even Su Heng seemed a little small in front of it, and it seemed to have sensed the invasion of the power in Changshengtian.

This world also became angry, and the power that had been accumulated to the extreme surged again, breaking through the limit. A layer of faint golden light covered the lightning. In the records of some ancient books, this light is called "Pure World Tribulation Light", which is a self-correction mechanism between heaven and earth.

The power contained in it is extremely strong and yang. Even a powerful life in the realm of demon gods will be destroyed as long as it is touched by the robbery light.

Su Heng is not a demon, and the "Purifying Tribulation Light" has no additional restraining effect on him.

But even so, when the thunder that shook the world sounded, Su Heng also sensed a slight threat from it, and his muscles involuntarily tensed up.

"Haha, you really found a big job for me!" Su Heng couldn't help but reach out and pat the trunk of the Dark Daoist.

Although he said so.

But there was no hint of complaint on Su Heng's face.

Instead, he felt very excited.

Since fusing the dragon skeleton and creating the Eight-Nine Mysterious Art, Su Heng's physical strength has increased significantly. This is the first time he has encountered a real test.

Bang!

With this thought, Su Heng no longer hesitated.

With a long roar, the earth shook, and Su Heng's burly body had already soared into the sky.

In mid-air, a long fist blasted forward, and in an instant, the sky turned upside down, and collided with the dark sea-like calamity clouds without any fancy.