Only physical practitioners would be afraid of missing arms and legs, because that would cause their strength to drop significantly. For physical practitioners, the cost of rebirth is too high.
Only monks who majored in spiritual souls would worry about damage to their own souls, because that would put them in danger.
However, the vast majority of monks in heaven and earth cultivate Qi first, and it is not unreasonable for this step to be ranked as the first flower.
Their bodies are weak, their souls are weak, at least at the stage of growing golden lotus, but it doesn't matter.
For monks of the Flower of Qi, the most important thing in this realm is always mana, mana, and the magic of mana transformation.
They don't need to worry about physical damage, it won't affect their strength, and they don't need to worry too much about their souls. As long as there is no blow that makes them lose consciousness or kills their souls, as long as they still have the ability to resist and use their magic power, they can Try your best to counterattack the enemy.
For this realm, the head and heart are important, but they may not be able to kill them.
The vast majority of people who plant golden lotus, as a last resort before self-destructing the golden lotus, are to reflect the golden lotus in the outside world, and use the golden lotus's own personality as one of the three flowers to draw the massive spiritual energy of heaven and earth to bless their bodies.
It's just that at this step, Zhang Qing was able to go further than anyone else.
Zhong Jinlian's so-called unlimited magic power, he has more say than any monk, this has nothing to do with cultivation level.
Under the red sky, Zhang Qing appeared in the center of the eighteen Buddhist Vajras, covered with brilliant fire. In the state of a heavenly general, I seemed to have swelled to eight feet.
So, either we don’t have the strength to break the golden sculptures of the fourteen people at the same time, otherwise our golden bodies will be broken, right?
The temperature of the scorching sun above our heads is getting lower and lower, which is the seventh of them.
Lu Shu was firm, his palms were burning with flames, I cut off my own arm and moved forward, then recovered a few hundred meters away.
Zhang Qing, who was wearing armor, raised his feet and stepped forward, before anyone appeared in front of him.
Turning around, Zhang Qing fought with the golden dragon and burned it to ashes in a short time. However, in the surrounding Buddha's light, the golden dragon seemed to condense very slowly.
"The seventh natal spell can be understood by observing the scorching sun of natural disasters, so it is named - Disaster Sun."
Fourteen figures quickly rushed down into the sky, looking down at Lu Shu. Under everyone, there were no emotions belonging to mortals, even Monk Fuhu, who had a small hole in his chest that was not burning with fairy fire. At this moment He also had a kind and angry look on his face, and his eyes opened like bells.
"Don't be firm, set up the formation!" the returning Monk Jianglong roared, his body exuding a rich Buddhist light, followed closely by the other eleven Buddhist cultivators.
"Yes, you are an immortal, and you are all mortals!"
Looking at the Golden Lotus Bakai that changed color behind him, the sea of fire in front of Zhang Qing surged towards him.
No matter how hard the shell is, it will surpass their shell.
"So, destruction or rebirth?"
Thousands of heavenly fires fell from the sky and shattered the giant ship. Then the inherited power of the Linglong Heart Platform froze the tides and waves brought by the giant ship. Zhang Qing stepped under the glacier and flew to the top of the golden pillar with the flames soaring into the sky.
The most basic ability of the human formation is to lend its own power to others. At this moment, the formation of the Fourteen Arhats seems to be able to not only increase the magical power of Buddhism again and again, but also share the weakness of the golden body of the fourteen people.
In that state, the defense of the fourteen Buddhist cultivators not only doubled?
"So what if I don't have a golden body for absolute defense?"
Boom! The flames ignited the flesh and blood on the monk's shoulder and chin, which were as small as a palm, and spread into the other person's body along the gap.
Only a golden bead was left floating in place.
The one closest to me was the Fuhu King Kong, whose body was burnt white. On top of the flames, my golden body was able to withstand it.
However, there is no disadvantage in being strong.
It was one of the seventeen Buddhist magical weapons that besieged me at that time. Lu Shu's expression changed, and when he took a step forward, he had not yet fallen behind the giant ship.
A small amount of flames scattered on top of the huge force, and half of Lu Shu's body seemed to be complete. I am a physical practitioner. My body is not so damaged, and in my current state, it is even more damaged.
"Immortal transformation, all living beings are equal!" The golden shoulders faded at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning into a yellow color that should be engulfed by flesh and blood. However, the flesh of those Buddhist cultivators turned bronze due to excessive hammering.
It's just that the flames that were supposed to burn the monk and the pillar into ashes could burn him to death, and the Heavenly Punishment Flowing Fire could also destroy the golden body of the Buddhist cultivator. It was as if there was no protective shield on the surface of my body to destroy Zhang Qing. There was no strength blocking it.
In such a state, enemies of the same level have almost no way to break our golden bodies, but at the same time, they have to withstand the Buddhist methods of those monks to retreat.
Zhang Qing looked at the golden body in front of him, which was still burning. It was Shao Shi. The former had not yet turned into pitch-white ashes, floating in the sky with dozens of different powers.
"The kindness you unleash is a weight he can bear."
"It is said that the most popular Buddhist practice is the golden body practice system, which transforms the eight-in-one essence, energy and spirit into a golden body. This makes every Buddhist practice not close to the strength of the immortal method. It is indeed a false reputation."
The crimson flame pierced Monk Fuhu's chest in an instant, but at the same time, a tin staff also fell on Zhang Qing's head. Before being dodged, it still hit Zhang Qing's shoulder.
"Fourteen Arhat Formation!"
A large amount of spiritual energy from heaven and earth surged towards Lu Shu, making my aura return to its peak.
For a very small number of Buddhist cultivators, the golden body has only one meaning. We may not have a body that has been tempered to fight a dragon, but that is true for those fourteen monks.
"But, who told them that their luck was bad?" Lu Shu looked up at the sky, surrounded by white light. From the end of our fight, that piece of heaven and earth has always contained the power of Shaoduo, the transformation of immortals, and one of them.
Our golden body, apart from its own body, does not have a sculpture-like body.
"Let's do it again! There's no point in bullying the many with the few."
After finishing speaking, Zhang Qing looked at the golden sculpture in front of him and placed a hand under the other person's shoulder.
The flames spread all over Zhang Qing's body, and gradually spread under his body with my palm.
"They said that you have to kill you to complete your natal magic? How can that not make sense? If you are cultivating immortality, you have nothing to do with them, right?"
To break the defense, to block it is to retreat the attack, so there is only one way to die.
Although I am sure it is not helpful, at this moment, under Zhang Qing, it is only my own strength.
"You must kill me within a moment!" Fuhu roared, and I was often embarrassed. The pain of the golden body burned by the fire was the most desperate reward for Buddhist practice.
"Above the scorching cold, all living beings endure this hardship, and the disaster sun burns the vitality of all things."
"Have you broken it? Your cultivation is sufficient. Even without the blessing of magic, you can still break their golden bodies."
"Is that... a golden sculpture?" Zhang Qing looked around. Fourteen Buddhist monks, each standing like a sculpture under the pillars. No matter where you looked from, those golden sculptures seemed to They're all looking at me.
At this moment, a flaming meteor from the sky hit Zhang Qing in front of him. I stretched out my hand and pushed him back.
Do I have time to prevent the other party from reappearing? After all, there are more than a dozen other Buddhist cultivators approaching me. Every time, the power of those who retreat will be eight points weaker.
Fourteen golden pillars fell in all directions. When Zhang Qing looked up, one of the monks threw up a large ship in his palm. It expanded a thousand times in an instant, and hit Lu Shu with huge tidal waves. Come.
During the roar, eight illusory long knives appeared above Lu Shu's head. Before him, there was no roar of dragons, no roar of purple thunder, no thousands of raindrops, no mirror image of Zhang Qing's appearance at this moment, no shadow of giant trees towering into the sky. The hanging branches are like curtains, without the majesty and glory of Buddhism.
Looking behind, although Monk Fuhu's chest was pierced, his arms locked one of Zhang Qing's arms. It was precisely because of this that I was able to dodge this tin staff just now.
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