"What's the ghost's name? Isn't it unpleasant to hear?"
However, before the green-eyed tiger roared, he saw Ye Qing piercing through the bloody wind and appearing in front of him.
Just like the violent wind that splits the void, it is just like tissue paper.
The next moment, Ye Qing spread his fingers and grabbed the green-eyed tiger's face, as if he wanted to tear the page of scripture from the green-eyed tiger's face.
The Green-Eyed Tiger seemed to sense the danger, and threw its six arms at Ye Qing frantically, each punch being heavier than the last.
Ye Qing, on the other hand, did not dodge or dodge, letting the Green Eyed Tiger's fist hit him with a calm expression.
I saw that fist that could crack mountains and crack rocks, hitting Ye Qing, only splashing some ripples of mysterious light, while Ye Qing was as motionless as a mountain.
The next moment, Ye Qing used the five fingers of his right hand to peel off the scriptures on the face of the blue-eyed tiger.
"ah……"
As the scriptures were unveiled, golden flesh buds continued to break where the scriptures came into contact with the blue-eyed tiger's face.
Those granulations were not real granulations, but condensed golden scriptures, which had penetrated deeply into the flesh and blood of the blue-eyed tiger. As the golden scriptures were pulled out, large swaths of flesh and blood on the face of the blue-eyed tiger were also removed. Pulled off, it looks ferocious and terrifying.
Not only that, those golden scriptures were like living creatures. When they were torn apart, they made a shrill, resentful and unwilling sound, and they continued to extend, as if they wanted to re-enter the flesh and blood of the blue-eyed tiger.
Unfortunately, the strength in Ye Qing's hands was so huge that no matter how much the scriptures squirmed and struggled, it was to no avail, and in the end they were torn off.
As the scriptures were torn off, the entire face of the Blue Eyed Tiger was already covered in bones and blood, making it look particularly terrifying.
The next moment, the blue-eyed tiger seemed to have lost all vitality and fell straight down. When he fell, the six arms on both sides of his body slowly withered and rotted, turning into fly ash.
Obviously, the blue-eyed tiger was already dead.
Ye Qing also ignored the Green-Eyed Tiger. He didn't care about the life or death of such a person at all. Instead, he looked at the scripture in his hand.
I saw that page of scripture, shining with golden light, and the lines of text condensed into tentacles, desperately drilling into Ye Qing's flesh and blood.
Not only that, in Ye Qing's spiritual consciousness, the previous Arhat with three heads and six arms also quietly emerged.
It's just that at this time, the Arhat is no longer shining with golden light and majestic. Instead, it has become blood-colored and full of evil aura. It has three faces, some are ferocious, some are terrifying, some are evil.
The six arms of the Bloody Arhat are bent, with their palms facing upward, like candlesticks, with bloody flames burning in their palms.
Although the flame is only about the size of a candle, it is weak and insignificant, but deep inside the flame, it seems that there are thousands of evil ghosts, countless resentful souls, and evil intentions.
A ray of flame is like a world.
The six hands and six flames hold all the worlds in their palms.
The next moment, thousands of evil ghosts and countless resentful souls in the six rays of flames all wailed and roared, and the bloody and filthy power swept out, rolling like a torrent, intending to taint and annihilate Ye Qing's consciousness.
"A little trick..."
Ye Qingyang's spirit manifested, the imperial bell above his head floated, the picture of Lao Jun riding a bull to enlightenment loomed beside him, and the mysterious light around his body turned into numerous Tao charms, which was mysterious and unpredictable.
Immediately, Ye Qing knelt down with his fingers, the spiritual world shook, and the mysterious light shone for nine days.
But the bloody torrent that swept over him was directly dispersed by the mysterious light.
At the same time, the mysterious light became more and more intense, and under the mysterious light, the whole body of the bloody Arhat was like a candle, which began to melt little by little, leaving behind the smelly and sticky blood.
The bloody Arhat roared, and the flames held in his six palms burned fiercely, and countless evil ghosts and resentful souls flew out from them, intending to break away the mysterious light.
Seeing this, Ye Qing raised his finger and tapped it again.
"Buzz..."
The mysterious light soars into the sky, and the sound is louder than the sound. The blazing flames slowly become silent and dim under the impact and suppression of the mysterious light.
Those flying evil ghosts and resentful souls were all wiped out.
No matter how furiously the Scarlet Arhat roared, he could not disperse the mysterious light that filled the sky. Instead, it became weaker and weaker as the mysterious light was consumed.
Seeing that Ye Qing could not be defiled, the Bloody Arhat closed his six arms, wrapped them around his body, and turned into a streak of blood, trying to leave Ye Qing's sea of consciousness.
"Can you leave?"
Ye Qing showed disdain, and a mysterious hand appeared out of thin air, grabbed the bloody light, crushed it with his fingers, and a shrill scream came from the bloody light, which dissipated in an instant.
When the blood was crushed, the scripture in Ye Qing's hand seemed to have been severely damaged. All the golden flesh buds burst and the page of scripture became dim.
As the golden light dimmed, the twisted words on the page of scripture became clear.
I saw that page of scripture. The paper was golden yellow, but the words on it were blood-colored. They were written with blood. Even though thousands of years had passed, the blood words still showed no sign of drying up, exuding a thick blood. taste.
Not only that, Ye Qing could feel the evil and dirty power from the blood, which was obviously not human blood.
The golden paper carrying the words cannot be called paper, but is like some kind of gold and iron, solid and strong. The Buddha's light on it is strong and upright, forming a sharp contrast with the evil and filthy bloody words.
As for the blood words on the scriptures, they were all written in ancient Buddhist script, but Ye Qing didn't recognize them.
"Brother, do you know what this is?"
He didn't know him, but who asked him to have a learned and talented old Taoist priest next to him? Maybe he knew.
"Here we come." Yi Pou came up, took the scripture from Ye Qing's hand, and murmured: "This is Buddha's gold, these bloods... are weird blood, Buddha's gold is the paper, and the weird blood is the sutra. Could this be the Blood Sutra of the Buddha Emperor of the Moro Sect?"
"Yes, it is the Buddha Emperor's Blood Sutra."
Ye Qing asked curiously: "What is the Blood Sutra of the Buddha Emperor?"
"The Buddha Emperor's Blood Sutra is a special Buddhist sutra of Moroism. It is a sutra written using Buddha's gold as paper and strange blood as ink."
Yipou continued: "It is not easy to write the Blood Sutra of the Buddha Emperor. First of all, it is gold. In Moroism, gold has the power to subdue demons and suppress evil spirits. Therefore, it is often used to cast Buddha statues, Buddhist utensils and other objects. It is also used to cast Buddha statues. The gold used in Buddhist utensils is called Buddha gold. The Buddhist gold paper used to write the Blood Sutra of the Buddha Emperor is smelted using the special techniques of Moroism and needs to be blessed by eminent monks and great virtues. use."
"And the choice of monster blood is also very particular. It doesn't mean just catching a random monster. It must be a natural disaster level monster, and after being caught, it must activate its most ferocious and powerful Strength, only in this way can the power contained in his blood last long."
"The last step is to write the Blood Sutra of the Buddha Emperor. The person who writes the Blood Sutra of the Buddha Emperor must also be a great and virtuous monk with profound Buddhist teachings, a heart like glass, and powerful strength. The Buddhist teachings of the Moro Sect are many evil and strange. Secondly, the strange blood is extremely sinister, so when writing scriptures, weird and terrible things often happen. If the Dharma is not deep, the persistence is not strong, and the strength is not strong, then in the process of writing, it is extremely difficult to It is possible to be invaded by external evil spirits, and the body will die and the path will disappear."
