Everyone continued to move forward and saw a mirror at the end of the corridor.
A huge mirror like a floor-to-ceiling window.
In the mirror, five different faces were reflected.
Wen Yang has different faces on the left and right, a man on the left and a woman on the right. The left has some dry and rotten corpses, while the right is transparent and dark like a ghost.
Gu Lie has the face of an old Buddha, with angry eyes and a grin, like a madman. However, there are tears in his eyes and bleeding from the corners of his mouth, but there is compassion in the madman.
Long Xiaoqi has a strange face, with a long beard and a long mouth, and horns on the top of his head. His golden pupils are vertical, and his eyes are dull, staring straight at himself outside the mirror.
Jiang Lixun is a ball of skin, sometimes concave and sometimes convex, sometimes bulging and sometimes deflated. Its seven orifices spray out a large amount of black mist, like a leaking high-pressure balloon.
As for Wei Dongliu, he is a strange faceless man. Countless faces flash across his face frequently, as if every one of them is his face, and as if none of them belong to him.
Everyone stared at themselves in the mirror, silent.
After a long while, Gu Lie murmured:
"What the fuck is this shit?"
"There are no traces of illusion here." Jiang Lixun said seriously, "It seems that our image has only been distorted to a certain extent."
"Can I smash it?" Wen Yang asked in a sinister tone, obviously very dissatisfied with the image in the mirror.
"It's best not to." Wei Dongliu took out the golden sword, held it in his palm, and threw it forward like a dart.
The small sword sank into the mirror, and everyone's reflections disappeared instantly. The huge mirror opened like a door, revealing the passage behind it.
"So what is that?" Gu Lie's tone was still a little vague.
"Whatever it is, just get over it." Wen Yang said impatiently.
Wei Dongliu watched calmly and secretly asked Kunlun Jing:
"What was that in the mirror just now?"
"Template mapping." Kunlun Jing said concisely and concisely, "You don't understand even if I tell you."
Wei Dongliu:?
Hey, how can I understand if you don’t tell me! Damn the riddle mirror!
Everyone continued walking forward and came to a spacious place similar to the main hall.
There are such halls in Kunlun and Shushan, where rituals such as ancestor worship are held, so they are often decorated in a solemn and magnificent manner...otherwise it cannot reflect the majesty of the sect.
However, although the main hall of Jinghu Shrine is equally gorgeous and grand, the evacuation was probably too hasty and the scene was almost in a mess.
The desk was pushed over, the cups rolled to the floor, and the curtains were torn apart, vividly displaying the tense atmosphere in which the demon clan was almost desperate at that time before everyone's eyes.
"Be careful." Jiang Lixun suddenly said, "The demon clan has been away for nearly a hundred thousand years, and the palace itself is nothing more. How can these furniture be preserved intact to this day?"
After hearing this, everyone immediately gathered in the center to avoid touching the table and cups on the ground.
"Fellow Daoist Wei, what do you think?" Wen Yang suddenly asked, as if seeking his advice.
"Illusion." Wei Dong's rumor was concise and comprehensive.
"It's actually an illusion?" Gu Lie said in surprise. He immediately bit his finger, wiped his forehead with blood, performed a weird magic spell, and then stared at it.
no change.
No matter the desk, cups, curtains, or even the gold paint on the pillars, there are no signs of aging.
It seems like the evacuation happened yesterday.
He couldn't help but look at Wei Dongliu suspiciously again, but all he saw was that the other party snapped his fingers.
The Kunlun Mirror cooperated with the secret method to break the illusion, and all the surrounding furniture disappeared in an instant... The only thing left was the wall in front of the main hall, which was also inlaid with a huge mirror.
A figure emerged from the mirror. It was blurry at first, but as he got closer and closer, his appearance became clearer. It wasn't until they stood in front of the mirror that everyone saw clearly that it was Gu Lie.
To be precise, it was Gu Lie who looked like the demonic Buddha in the mirror earlier.
I saw the Demon Buddha salute with one palm, say Amitabha, then step out of the mirror and walk into the lobby.
"What the hell are you!" Gu Lie immediately screamed.
"Amitabha." Demon Buddha's eyes widened, he gritted his teeth, and his expression was angry and ferocious.
But for some reason, there was compassion in his eyes, and his tone was gentle and compassionate:
"Gu Lie, I am the kind thought in your heart."
"You disguise yourself as murderous and violent, but it is to prevent the good thoughts in your heart..."
"Shut up!" Gu Lie didn't dare to let him finish, so he drew out his bloody flying sword, gritted his teeth and killed him fiercely.
Demon Buddha faced the bloody flying sword and did not dodge or dodge. He just raised the Buddhist beads in his left hand and flicked it, then turned it around the sword several times, wrapping it around to block it, but he was unable to make a single blow.
Jiang Lixun waved his robe sleeves, and three demon heads flew out, turning into giant men with blue faces and fangs in the air. They were the thirty-six-appearing gods and demons of the Heavenly Demon Path, and they fiercely grabbed the Demon Buddha.
Demon Buddha struck back with his hand, and exchanged a palm with Youxiang God Demon. The latter's arm exploded instantly from palm to elbow, from elbow to shoulder, his bones were cracked, and his flesh and blood collapsed.
"The Blood-Drinking Wrath Lord!" Jiang Lizhen exclaimed, "Gu Laomo, have you cultivated the Black Lujia Dharma Body?"
"That's not me!" Gu Lie yelled like crazy.
Jiang Li was well versed in Taoist tactics and manipulated the two gods, demons and demon Buddhas to avoid direct confrontation with him.
Wen Yang raised his two fingers together and activated the Yin Ghost Path's attack spell "Grudge Curse to Bind and Kill", and countless gray-white ghosts shot towards it.
I saw the Demon Buddha holding a Buddhist bead in his right hand, wrestling with Gu Lie who was sweating profusely as he manipulated the flying sword. His left hand formed a palm to deal with the demons and demons of Jiang Witch. Suddenly, as if by magic, he took out a purple gold alms bowl from his sleeve.
Come on, just in time to catch the gray ghost rushing towards you.
Wen Yang suddenly realized that the connection with Yinhun was interrupted. He was so angry that he almost vomited blood and shouted in fear:
"Golden Core Realm! If the opponent can easily take away my Yin Gui, he must be in the Golden Core Realm!"
"Being able to fight the enemy with the blood-drinking wrathful master, what else can it be but the golden elixir realm?!" Gu Lie shouted in horror and embarrassment. At this time, he was completely at a disadvantage, and the flying sword in his hand was pulled back and forth by the demon Buddha's beads.
, embarrassed.
"Get out of the way! Let me do it!" Long Xiaoqi suddenly rushed forward, his arms quickly expanded into giant claws, and he smacked the Demon Buddha's Heavenly Spirit Cap directly.
The strength of her giant claws was even better than that of Witch Jiang's Xiangshen Mo. The slaps brought up Pei Ran's wind. The demon Buddha did not dare to take a direct hit, but deftly stepped back to dodge the slaps of the giant claws, and hit it with a backhand elbow.
Fly Long Xiaoqi out.
Gu Lie wanted to take the opportunity to take back the flying sword, but when the opponent's prayer beads turned, the bloody flying sword was thrown to the corner, unable to move.
Then Demon Buddha slapped Gu Lie away with another palm, and then strode towards Wen Yang and others.
Wen Yang gritted his teeth and pinched the spell with his hands, as if he was going to use the secret technique to fight.
Jiang Lixun also summoned five more gods and demons to stop them in front of him, but he quietly stepped back.
I saw the Demon Buddha walking non-stop and chanting:
"You are originally a duckweed body, why do you want the life of a green pine tree? I will let you be liberated by this poor monk, just wait a moment."
He punched his palms forward, an iron-green brilliance appeared on his palms, and thunderous sounds followed the wind of his fists.
One palm dispelled Wen Yang's Yin Gui, and another palm repeled Jiang Witch's Xiang Shen Mo. He was about to kill the two of them on the spot when suddenly a flying sword thrust from the side and blocked his iron fist.
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I saw Wei Dongliu holding a sword in one hand, his beard and hair all red, his eyes like blood, as if he was already in the state of a chaotic demon body. He looked around with a sneer and said:
"How can such a chicken and a tile-dog beat you like this?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the demon Buddha suddenly stepped back and roared:
"Where did the heretic demons come from? No...this aura, are you the descendant of Abang Rakshasa?"
"How dare you ask me about my origin?" Wei Dongliu swung his sword with his backhand. Demon Buddha stretched out his hands to block it, but the Demonic Demon Sword penetrated his flesh palm and stabbed straight into his face!
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