Starting My Cultivation With Time Management

Everyone continued to move forward, and they saw a mirror at the end of the corridor.

A huge, floor-to-ceiling mirror.

In the mirror, five different faces are reflected.

Wen Yang has different faces on the left and right sides, male on the left and female on the right. The left side is dry and rotten with several corpses, and the right side is transparent and dark like a ghost.

Gu Lie has the face of an old Buddha, grinning with anger, like a madman. However, there were tears in his eyes, blood from the corners of his mouth, and there was compassion in the madman.

Long Xiaoqi has a strange face, a long beard and a long mouth, and a long horn on the top of his head. The pupils are golden and straight, and the eyes are dull, staring straight at himself outside the mirror.

Jiang Li'an is a mass of skin, sometimes concave and sometimes convex, sometimes bulging and sometimes deflated. The seven orifices sprayed out a large amount of black mist, like a leaking high-pressure balloon.

As for Wei Dongliu, he is a strange faceless person. Countless faces flashed frequently on his face, as if every one of them was his face, and it seemed that none of them belonged to him.

Everyone stared at themselves in the mirror, silent.

After a long while, Gu Lie murmured:

"What the **** is this shit?"

"There is no trace of illusion here." Jiang Ligan said seriously, "It seems that our image is just distorted to a certain extent."

"Can I smash it?" Wen Yang asked grimly, obviously very dissatisfied with the image in the mirror.

"Better not." Wei Dongliu took out the small golden sword, held it in the palm of his hand, and threw it forward like a dart.

Xiaojian did not enter the mirror, and the reflections of everyone disappeared instantly. The huge mirror opened like a door, revealing the passage behind.

"So what exactly is that?" Gu Lie's tone was still a little dazed.

"It doesn't matter what it is, just pass it." Wen Yang said impatiently.

Wei Dongliu watched calmly beside him, and secretly asked Kunlun Jing:

"What was in the mirror just now?"

"Template mapping." Kunlun Jing said succinctly, "You don't understand it."

Wei Dongliu: ?

Hey, how can I understand if you don't tell me! The riddle mirror will die!

Everyone continued to walk forward, and they came to a spacious place similar to the main hall.

Kunlun and Shushan have such halls, where ancestor worship and other ceremonies are held, so they are often decorated in a solemn and magnificent manner... Otherwise, it cannot reflect the majesty of going out.

However, although the main hall of Jinghu Shrine is equally gorgeous, it was probably because the evacuation was too hasty before, and the scene was almost a mess.

The toppled desk, the cups that rolled down the ground, and the torn curtains, vividly displayed the tense atmosphere that the demon clan was almost desperate at that time.

"Be careful." Jiang Lian suddenly said, "The demon clan has been evacuated for nearly 100,000 years, and the shrine itself is nothing. How can these furniture be preserved intact to this day?"

When everyone heard the words, they immediately gathered towards the center to avoid touching the table and cups on the ground.

"Fellow Daoist Wei, what do you think?" Wen Yang asked suddenly, as if seeking his advice.

"Illusion." Wei Dong's rumors were concise and to the point.

"It's actually an illusion?" Gu Lie said in surprise, he immediately bit his finger, wiped his forehead with blood, pinched a strange magic trick, and then stared at it.

no change.

Whether it is the desk, the cup, or the drapery, or even the gold paint on the pillar, there is no sign of aging.

As if the evacuation happened yesterday.

He couldn't help but look suspiciously at Wei Dongliu again, only to see the other party snap his fingers.

The Kunlun Mirror cooperated with the secret method of deciphering 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, his features became clearer, until standing in front of the mirror, everyone could see that it was actually Gu Lie.

To be precise, it was Gu Lie who looked like a devilish Buddha in the mirror earlier.

I saw the Demon Buddha salute with a single palm and said Amitabha, then he stepped out of the mirror and walked into the lobby.

"What the **** are you!" Gu Lie suddenly exclaimed.

"Amitabha." Demon Buddha's eyes widened, his teeth gritted, and his expression was furious.

But for some unknown reason, there was a look of pity in his eyes, and his tone was gentle and compassionate:

"Gu Lie, I am the kindness in your heart."

"You disguised yourself with killing and tyranny, but it was to prevent the kindness in your heart..."

"Shut up, Lao Tzu!" Gu Lie dared to let him finish his sentence, when he pulled out the **** flying sword, gritted his teeth and killed him fiercely.

Facing the blood-colored flying sword, the Demon Buddha did not dodge or evade. He just raised the Buddha bead in his left hand and swung it around the sword he had cut.

Jiang Ligan waved his robe sleeves, and three demon heads flew out, turning into a giant man with blue face and fangs in the air. It was the Thirty-six Demons and Demons of the Heavenly Demon Dao who fiercely grabbed the Demon Buddha.

The Demon Buddha hit back with a backhand, facing the **** and demon with a palm, only to see the latter's arm exploded from palm to elbow, from elbow to shoulder in an instant, the bones were cracked, and the flesh and blood disintegrated.

"Blood-drinking wrathful venerable!" Jiang Lian exclaimed, "Old Demon Gu, have you cultivated into the Heiruga Dharma Body?"

"That's not me!" Gu Lie shouted frantically.

Jiang Li was well versed in Taoist tricks, manipulating the two gods and demons and the Buddha Buddha, to avoid confronting him head-on.

Wen Yang raised his **** together, and launched the attacking spell of the Yin Ghost Dao, "Curse Binding and Killing", and countless gray and white ghosts killed it.

I saw the Demon Buddha holding the Buddha bead with his right hand, wrestling with Gu Lie, who was manipulating the flying sword and sweating profusely, and his left hand forming a palm to deal with the ghosts and demons of the witch Jiang. Suddenly, as if by magic, he took out a purple-gold bowl from his sleeve. Come, just take the gray-white ghost rushing towards him.

Wen Yang's side suddenly realized that the connection with Yin Soul was cut off. He was so angry that he almost vomited blood, and shouted in horror:

"Golden Core Realm! If the other party can easily take away my ghost, it must be at the Golden Core Realm!"

"If you can fight the enemy with blood-drinking wrath, what else could it be if it's not a golden core?!" Gu Lie shouted in panic. At this time, he was completely at a disadvantage, and the flying sword in his hand was pulled by the Buddha's beads. , embarrassed.

"Stay out of the way! Let me come!" Long Xiaoqi suddenly rushed forward, his arms quickly expanded into giant claws, and he took a picture of the Buddha's Heavenly Spirit Cover.

The strength of her giant claws is even stronger than that of the witch Jiang's demons. The slaps carried a gust of wind. The Buddha did not dare to take it hard, and cleverly stepped back and slapped through the giant claws~www.wuxiamtl. com~ With a backhand elbow, Long Xiaoqi top flew out.

Gu Lie wanted to take the opportunity to get the flying sword back, but when the opponent's bead turned around, the **** flying sword was thrown into the corner, unable to move.

Then the Demon Buddha slapped Gu Lie out with another palm, and then strode towards Wen Yang and the others.

Wen Yang gritted his teeth and pinched the magic with his hands, as if he was going to launch a secret magic desperately.

Jiang Ligan also called out five other gods and demons with signs, and stopped in front of him, but he quietly stepped back.

I saw that the Demon Buddha kept walking and recited in his mouth:

"This is the body of duckweed, why do you ask for Qingsong's life? The poor monk will let you free, wait a moment."

He threw his palms forward, and iron blue brilliance appeared on the palms, and thunderous sounds roared along with the fist wind.

The yin ghost who collapsed and warmed Yang with one palm, and the demon with phase that repelled the witch Jiang with another palm. Seeing that the two were about to be killed on the spot, suddenly a flying sword was inserted diagonally from the side and held his iron fist against it. .

I saw Wei Dongliu holding a sword in one hand, his beard and hair were red, his eyes were bloody, as if he was already in the state of a chaotic demon body, he looked around with a sneer, and said:

"Just such a grass-fed dog can beat you all 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 breath, are you the heir of Abang Rakshasa?"

"You are also worthy to ask the origin of this deity?" Wei Dongliu swung his sword backhand, and the Demon Buddha stretched out his hands to block it, but the sword of ten thousand ghosts pierced his flesh and stabbed him in the face!