"So, the Emperor Buddha's Blood Sutra is very precious?"
Ye Qing said.
"of course."
Yipo replied: "Only the Supreme Buddhist Sutra and the Supreme Wonderful Dharma of the Moro Sect can be preserved and passed down in the form of the Blood Sutra of the Buddha Emperor. The Blood Sutra of the Buddha Emperor, which is written down by the Supreme Buddhist Sutra and the Supreme Wonderful Dharma, can not only be passed down. If used for thousands of years, it has the effect of holding the mind, protecting the Tao, exorcising evil spirits, and suppressing demons."
"Of course, there are advantages and disadvantages. After all, the Blood Sutra of the Buddha Emperor was written in weird blood. In addition, the sutras themselves are very evil. If they are not often blessed with Buddhist teachings to drive away their evil spirits, then the Blood Sutra of the Buddha Emperor will Sutras can also turn into evil things that harm people and bring disaster to lives."
"Just like the previous Arhat, it may be because the strange blood on the Buddha Emperor's Blood Sutra revived, melted with the power of the Buddhist sutra, and turned into something strange and evil."
"Brother, do you know the words on it?" After listening to what Yipou said, Ye Qing became more and more interested in the contents of the Blood Sutra of Emperor Buddha.
"This is the Maru Buddhist scripture of Mara Sect. What is written on it seems to be...Vishnu...Mighty Virtue...Dharma Protector...whatever sutra..."
Yipou struggled to identify the scriptures, his brows furrowed, but with Yipou's voice, the originally dim scriptures slowly brightened up again.
"Hey..."
At this moment, an eagle's call echoed across the ice field.
I saw a brilliant eagle spreading its wings and soaring across the sky. :
Suddenly, the eagle faced Ye Qing and the others and swooped down.
As the eagle got closer and closer, Ye Qing and others realized that the eagle in front of them was not ordinary big. Its wings were like clouds hanging from the sky, its wings were like gilt, its legs were like ancient trees, and its claws were like thorn branches. It was so majestic. Terrible, almost no weaker than natural disasters and monsters.
"Master, be careful..."
Seeing this, the Snow Mountain old man's expression changed slightly and he stood in front of Ye Qing.
"It doesn't matter..."
Ye Qing's expression remained unchanged and he held down the snow mountain old man's shoulders to prevent him from making a move.
Sure enough, when approaching Ye Qing and others, the eagle suddenly stopped falling, flapped its wings, and landed aside.
"boom……"
When the eagle landed on the ground, it was like a huge mountain falling from the sky. It roared loudly and the entire ice field seemed to tremble.
"Someone is there!"
The old man from the snow mountain shouted lowly, his expression becoming increasingly wary.
Only then did he realize that on the broad back of the eagle, there were houses and buildings standing. Those buildings were splendid, with gold and silver as colors and pearls and jade as decorations. They were gorgeous and exquisite.
In addition, the styles of those houses and buildings are quite similar to those of the Moro religious architectural sites on the ice sheet, giving them a strong exotic feel.
In addition to the houses and buildings, there are hundreds of people standing on the back of the eagle. Most of those people are warriors wearing golden armor and hanging scimitars at their waists. The breaths of the warriors echo and the blood and energy blend together, forming a golden-winged roc in the air. Shadow.
In addition to the warriors wearing golden armor, there are also a dozen monks wearing red robes. Those monks have bare heads and bare feet, but there are various tattoos on the skin on their heads, faces, necks, arms, etc. There are many weird tattoos and tattoos, including Buddha holding his body and being tortured, Bodhisattva cutting his flesh to feed animals, evil ghosts swallowing Buddha and eating people, etc., which give people a sense of evil and evil.
"This is the Golden-winged Sky Eagle, a natural disaster-level monster. Its body contains the blood of the ancient weird Golden-winged Dapeng. It can fly thirty thousand miles with its wings spread, and it can fly to the ninth heaven. It is quite powerful."
Yipou leaned close to Ye Qing's ear and whispered: "These people have a lot of background, so be careful."
Ye Qing nodded and said nothing. He was just a little curious. Didn't it say that ten thousand Buddhas cannot fly? These people fly everywhere on golden-winged eagles, aren't they afraid of being struck by lightning?
"Hand over the Emperor Buddha's Blood Sutra in your hand!"
At this time, an arrogant voice came from a large hall, with unquestionable disdain and indifference.
Hearing this, Yipo directly stuffed the Buddha Emperor's Blood Sutra into Ye Qing's arms, saying that the Buddha Emperor's Blood Sutra was not in my hands. If you have any questions, don't ask me, I don't care!
Ye Qing was speechless.
"Hand over the Emperor Buddha's Blood Sutra in your hand, and don't let me say it a third time!" Ye Qing ignored him.
, that voice sounded again, with even more powerful pressure.
Ye Qing raised his head, his eyes flat, looking somewhere: "Why?"
In a large hall on the back of the Golden-winged Sky Eagle, a man sat cross-legged in front of a golden table filled with fine wine and delicacies.
The man is about thirty years old, with a rugged but handsome appearance, a profile as sharp as a knife and an axe, and a heroic spirit. He is wearing a black robe with a flying roc embroidered on the black robe. The golden roc makes the man noble and dazzling.
Suddenly, the man's eyebrows were raised, as sharp as a blade, and he let out a light sigh.
Because he felt Ye Qing's gaze, the other person was looking at him.
The main hall he was in was a high-grade artifact that could isolate outsiders from prying eyes. He could see the situation outside, but the outside world could not feel the situation inside the hall. But now he could clearly feel Ye Ye Qing was looking at him and saw him.
Immediately, the man stood up and walked out of the hall.
When the man walked out of the hall, the golden-armored warriors all held their hands on their chests and knelt on one knee, looking respectful.
The man ignored the warriors, but looked down at Ye Qing condescendingly, and said coldly: "Just because I am the prince of the Dapeng Dynasty, and also because this Plain of Ten Thousand Buddhas is the site of our Moro Sect, the Plain of Ten Thousand Buddhas Everything should belong to me, the Moro Cult."
"Dapeng Dynasty? Sorry, never heard of it!"
Ye Qing shook his head. He was telling the truth. He had indeed never heard of the Dapeng Dynasty. "As for the claim that the Ten Thousand Buddhas were originally the ruins of the Moro Cult, what evidence is there? If you call it, will it agree?"
"Bold, how dare you blaspheme our Dapeng Dynasty and the Holy Religion of Moro!"
Hearing this, a golden-armored warrior became furious and jumped up. He was in mid-air and slashed at Ye Qing with his sword.
But at this moment, a palm suddenly appeared on the head of the golden-armored warrior and slapped it suddenly. Before the golden-armored warrior could even scream, he was beaten into a pulp by the palm, and his flesh and blood flew everywhere.
"I hate it when people interrupt me, and I hate it even more when people make their own decisions." The man stretched out his hand, and a woman next to him hurriedly handed over a handkerchief. The man wiped his fingers and said expressionlessly.
Obviously, the warrior was killed by the man himself.
The golden-armored warriors on the back of the Golden-winged Sky Eagle seemed to be commonplace, without any expression, but their heads were lowered.
"Of course, what I hate most is when someone disobeys my order."
A terrifying aura was seen gushing out from the man's body, stirring the world in all directions, forming a faint shadow with a purple gold crown on his head, black gold wings on his back, and thousands of demon gods on his feet.
As soon as the phantom appeared, its power was like a rolling torrent, rushing towards Ye Qing and the others.
"snort……"
The old man from Xueshan groaned and took a few steps back. His face was as pale as paper and his expression was horrified.
The person in front of him was in the same realm as him, a great master, but his strength was much higher than his.
On the other hand, Ye Qing was like a rock and a mountain. Although the torrent was rolling and oppressive as the sky, Ye Qing's expression was calm and unmoved, just like the breeze blowing on his face.
As for Yipou, seeing that the situation was not good, he had already sneaked behind Ye Qing without any problems.
