As they continued forward, they saw a mirror at the end of the corridor.

A huge mirror like a floor-to-ceiling window.

Five different faces are reflected in the mirror.

Wen Yang has two different faces, the left side is male and the right side is female. The left side looks like a dried and rotten corpse, while the right side is transparent and dark like a ghost.

Gu Lie had an old Buddha-like face, with angry eyes and a grinning mouth, looking like a madman. However, tears were flowing from his eyes and blood was flowing from the corners of his mouth, but there was also a sense of compassion in his madness.

Long Xiaoqi had a strange human face, a dragon beard, a long mouth, and horns on his head. His pupils were golden and vertical, and his eyes were dull, staring straight at himself outside the mirror.

Jiang Li'an was a ball of skin, sometimes concave, sometimes convex, sometimes bulging, sometimes deflated. A large amount of black mist was ejected from his seven orifices, like a leaking high-pressure balloon.

As for Wei Dongliu, he was a strange faceless man. Countless faces flashed across his face frequently, as if every one of them was his face, yet as if none of them belonged to him.

Everyone stared at themselves in the mirror in silence.

After a while, Gu Lie murmured:

"What the fuck is this?"

"There is no trace of illusion here." Jiang Li'an said seriously, "It seems that our image has only been distorted to a certain extent."

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

"It's better not to." Wei Dongliu took out a small 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.

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

"Whatever it is, just get through it." Wen Yang said impatiently.

Wei Dongliu watched calmly from the side and asked Kunlun Mirror secretly:

"What was that in the mirror just now?"

"Template mapping." Kunlun Jing said concisely, "You won't understand even if I tell you."

Wei Dongliu:?

Hey, how can I understand if you don’t tell me! Kill the riddle mirror!

The crowd continued to move forward and came to a spacious place similar to the main hall.

Both Kunlun and Shushan have such halls, where ceremonies such as ancestor worship are held, so they are often decorated in a solemn and magnificent manner... otherwise the majesty of the sect cannot be reflected.

However, although the main hall of Jinghu Temple was equally magnificent, the scene was in a mess, probably because the evacuation was too hasty.

The overturned table, the cups rolling to the ground, and the torn curtains vividly displayed the tense atmosphere in which the demon clan was almost at its wits' end.

"Be careful." Jiang Li'an suddenly said, "The demons have been away for nearly 100,000 years. The temple itself is fine, but how could these furniture be preserved intact until now?"

Upon 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, apparently seeking his advice.

"Illusion." Wei Dongliu's words 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, made a strange spell, and then stared at it.

No changes.

Be it the desk, cups, curtains, or even the gold paint on the pillars, there are no signs of aging.

It seems as if the evacuation happened just yesterday.

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

The Kunlun Mirror was used in conjunction with a 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, his features became clearer. Until he stood in front of the mirror, everyone could see that it was Gu Lie.

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

The Demon Buddha bowed with one hand, said "Amitabha", then stepped out of the mirror and walked into the hall.

"Who the hell are you!" Gu Lie screamed suddenly.

"Amitabha." The devil Buddha's eyes widened, his teeth gnashed, 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 kindness in your heart."

"You disguise yourself with murder and tyranny in order to hide the kindness in your heart..."

"Shut up!" Gu Lie didn't dare let him finish his words. He immediately drew out the blood-colored flying sword, gritted his teeth and killed him fiercely.

The Demon Buddha did not dodge or evade when facing the blood-red flying sword. He just raised the Buddhist beads in his left hand and swung them around the sword, which was coming down on him a few times, wrapping around it and blocking it, preventing it from cutting down at all.

Jiang Li'an waved his robe sleeves and three demons flew out. They turned into giant men with green faces and fangs in the air. They were the thirty-six gods and demons of the Heavenly Demon Sect, and they grabbed the Demon Buddha fiercely.

The Demon Buddha struck back and collided with the Demon God with his palm. The latter's arm exploded from palm to elbow and from elbow to shoulder in an instant, with bones breaking and flesh and blood shattering.

"Blood-drinking Wrathful Lord!" Jiang Li'an screamed, "Old Demon Gu, have you cultivated the Dharmakāya of Heruka?"

"That's not me!" Gu Lie yelled madly.

Jiang Li was familiar with the Dao techniques and manipulated the two gods and demons and the Demon Buddha to deal with them in order to avoid a head-on confrontation with him.

Wen Yang put two fingers together and launched the Yin Gui Dao's attack spell "Grudge Curse and Killing", and countless gray-white ghost shadows rushed towards it.

The Demon Buddha was seen holding the Buddhist beads in his right hand and wrestling with Gu Lie, who was operating the flying sword and sweating profusely. He was using his left hand to fight against the gods and demons of the Witch Jiang. Suddenly, as if by magic, he took out a purple gold bowl from his sleeve and caught the gray-white ghost that was rushing over.

Wen Yang suddenly realized that the connection with the ghost was broken. He was so angry that he almost vomited blood. He shouted in fear:

"Golden Core Realm! The other party can easily take away my Yin Ghost, he must be in the Golden Core Realm without a doubt!"

"If he can fight the enemy with the Blood-Drinking Wrathful Lord, what else could he be but the Golden Core Realm?!" Gu Lie shouted in horror and embarrassment. At this time, he was completely at a disadvantage. The flying sword in his hand was pulled back and forth by the Buddhist beads of the Demon Buddha, and he was in a miserable state.

"Get out of the way! Let me do it!" Long Xiaoqi suddenly rushed forward, his arms quickly expanded into giant claws, and slapped directly at the top of the Demon Buddha's head.

The power of her giant claws was even greater than that of the demon Jiang. The strikes were accompanied by a strong sound of wind. The demon Buddha did not dare to take it head-on. He stepped back cleverly to dodge the giant claws and knocked Long Xiaoqi away with his backhand elbow.

Gu Lie wanted to take the opportunity to take back the flying sword, but the opponent's Buddhist beads turned, and the blood-red flying sword was thrown into the corner and could not move.

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

Wen Yang clenched his teeth, and made hand gestures, as if he was ready to use his secret technique to fight to the death.

Jiang Li'an also summoned five gods and demons to block him, but he himself quietly retreated.

The demon Buddha continued to walk, chanting:

"You are originally a floating duckweed, why do you want to live like a pine tree? I will let you be free now, wait a moment."

He punched forward with both palms, an iron-blue glow appeared on his palms, and a thunderous sound rang out along with the wind from his fists.

With one palm he shattered Wen Yang's evil spirits, and with another palm he repelled Jiang Witch's gods and demons. Just as he was about to kill them both on the spot, a flying sword suddenly came from the side and blocked his iron fist.

Wei Dongliu was seen holding a sword in one hand, his hair and beard were all red, his pupils were bloodshot, and he was already in the state of a chaotic demon body. He looked around with a sneer and said:

"How could a mere chicken and dog like this beat you like this?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the demon Buddha suddenly retreated and growled:

"Where did this evil demon come from? No... judging from this aura, are you the descendant of Abang Rakshasa?"

“How dare you ask about my origins?” Wei Dongliu swung his sword backhandedly. The Demon Buddha stretched out his hands to block, but the Ten Thousand Ghosts Evil Sword pierced through his palms and went straight to his face!