Chapter 1700 Chapter 278: Life to Death

Guhan is very strong, this is an unquestionable fact.

Different from the cases where the righteous people are not worthy of the truth, the remnants of the blood house like him are all the fame of life and struggle.

Whether facing the encirclement and suppression of the King's inspection or the fall of the Hanging City afterwards, people can see the scene where the dead monk, one of the two great guardians of the Blood Tower, is active inside.

Especially after the battle of Chaochang, the corpse monk got the epiphany of the development of goodness, and even more broke the obsession of becoming a Buddha, wiped out the Zen mind, and awakened to cross the Ebaihaobaoxiang.

Unlike Tantric Buddhism, which mostly uses Buddha's light and aspiration to create a golden body, the corpse monk with a clear Zen mind did not abandon the cultivation of the magic way after enlightenment. Instead, it took ten years to build a golden body by accumulating corpse energy.

What's tumbling in that round body is the resentment corpse of all directions.

It is reasonable to say that the corpse qi with such a fierce history is enough to poison all spiritual bodies, but the Buddha's bones are stronger than the relics. Not only is it not affected, but also uses this as a method of body training.

The more corpse energy contained, the stronger the tempering of the Buddha bones, but there is also a big danger in it.

Once the Buddha bones cannot bear the erosion of the corpse energy, Guhan will be multiplied by resentment, and even with a clear Zen mind, he cannot escape a death word.

But on the other hand, if the Buddha bones can resist and the Zen mind can be firm, then there is almost no upper limit to this practice method, because as long as there is life in the world, death will not end.

Corpse Qi is not only the lingering poison of life after death, but also the attachment of life to the world.

Assuming that Guhan can have a long enough life span, it is certain that his golden body of corpse energy is comparable to the king's body in strength.

Suddenly, Tang Luo understood a bit, why omission is so important to Guhan.

Because practicing this kind of dangerous method, if you don't have the ability to meet danger, you can't get rid of a dead word.

Involuntarily, Tang Luo began to appreciate Guhan's courage.

The world is stupid, even practitioners can hardly be an exception. At the first stage, they can still have the courage to break the boat, but when they reach a certain level, they will begin to suffer from gains and losses.

Even if some people know that they are walking on a road with no future, it is just a waste of time, and can't avoid a cup of yellow pictures in a hundred years, but they still can't muster the courage to change and pretend to practice diligently every day. Trying to deceive yourself, deceive the world.

But Guhan is different. According to secular standards, the fat monk is already strong enough.

Demon skin and Buddha bones, clear Zen mind, white blaze between the eyebrows, Xiao Cheng leaks everything.

Corpse Qi golden body, thirty-six resentment Molian, immeasurable ghost Arhat soul.

Either one is a secret skill that the world can't ask for, and any one can create a Wuzong-level powerhouse.

Even at the sect level, Guhan is a very competitive existence. If he follows the universal standard, he should choose an easier path at this time.

Why bother to fight for the risk of death and eliminate the risk and continue to make great progress?

Grandmaster Realm is already Xihe's highest combat power. Isn't it good to live comfortably for two hundred years?

Sometimes breaking the south wall without turning back is just obsession. Knowing when to stop is the wisdom of life.

Guhan would not understand such truths, but the dead monk, disdain!

What turned into a green light swept toward the heavenly patrol Shenzhou, it was the blood building guardian's indomitable advance. The swollen and bloated figure tightened in the light, and the process of the fat becoming lean was extremely shocking.

The monstrous corpse qi and resentment gathered under Gu Han's feet. It was that Molian manifested, and the lotus had thirty-six petals, and the petals were dark. Only this time, the remnant soul of six poisons and six resentments was no longer visible.

Guhan, who has a clear Zen mind, has changed the method of accumulating corpse qi. He once traveled all over the world to find wicked people with greed, hatred, madness, slowness, suspiciousness, and resentment to strengthen the thirty-six. Blame Molian's power.

But now, wherever he went, he would supersede the dead in vain and recite sutras for the happy or mourners. As long as Gu Han had been to the ghostly chaotic graveyard, he would turn into a green hill with birds and flowers.

Unlike other Zen masters' transcendence methods of punishing evil and exorcising Yi, Gu Han incorporated these corpse poisonous grievances into his golden body, purifying his anger with the bones of Buddha and Zen.

When the resentment is purified, only unwillingness is left behind. At this time, Mo Lin is no longer the fierce history of fangs and claws, but is purer.

In martial arts, pureness usually equals, powerful.

A Buddha bone reflects the immeasurable ghost of the ghost and the Arhat gathers a golden body. The corpse monk who is stepping on Molian seems to know that he has only one chance, and he can't wait to display all his brains.

The ink-colored Buddha lotus blooms in the sky, and the thirty-six lotus leaves turn into thirty-six death auras, each of which stands on the threshold of three qualitative changes and earth-level spiritual skills.

If such an offensive was used as a sneak attack, it would be enough to evaporate an unchecked master, but it is a pity that he faces the Shenzhou, which is ready to go.

Standing on the deck and watching, the town caretakers had long noticed the menacing blue light. When Molian was blooming in the air, these fierce battle powers enhanced by Wang Xun were also sacrificed at the same time.

The world of the magic way has never been easy. The weak and the strong, the treachery are commonplace. The warriors who grow up from this environment may have extreme personalities and depraved morals. There has never been a misnomer.

And the warrior at the peak of the fierce realm, who can not have one or two kills?

There are more than fifty townsfolks on the deck of the Sky Survey Shenzhou, and none of them is Guhan's opponent in solo fights, but it is by no means a counseling bag that can be won by two or two tricks.

They have long been accustomed to danger. They even opened one eye when they slept. The reaction speed of Moline's explosion was even higher than that of the guard team. They saw dozens of different styles of spiritual skills against the dead, gorgeous aura on the sky. It exploded like a firework halo, the shock wave cleared the world, and the force shook the three mountains and five mountains.

Tang Luo put his hands on his face and couldn't bear to watch the next scene again.

Where is the most troublesome place with outnumbered enemies?

That is, you will suffer from uninterrupted attacks. The damage of these attacks is one thing, but the effect is another.

If Guhan’s first round of attack can cause battle damage to the Sky Survey Shenzhou, then there may still be a chance to hit you and me, but Mo Lin broke out and was pressed by these towns without injury, and the next battle turned out to be very Obviously.

More than fifty townsfolks turned the pieces into pieces and wrapped them towards the corpse monk. The spirit skills brewing in their hands continuously bombarded, the upper hatch of Shenzhou opened, and An Jingtian, who was waving four pairs of wings, also greeted him.

Looking at the corpse monk who was blasted by his spirit skills and could not even stabilize his figure, Tang Luo was full of black lines on his forehead.

You said that it's just such a cultivation base.

"The edict is dissociated and returned to Yuan Daqian!"

(End of this chapter)