After Guo Yi stepped into the small temple, he found that there was nothing else in the temple except for a jade mirror, let alone hundreds of millions of scriptures, not even a chair.

This jade mirror hangs on the wall like a spiritual door, although it is said to be a mirror, but it cannot reflect a human figure.

"There's something weird about this mirror. ”

Guo Yi stretched out his finger and lightly pointed on the mirror, and a ripple like a water pattern suddenly swung on the mirror, Guo Yi felt as if his fingers had invaded the water, as if he could break through the mirror and walk in.

This is the formation!

The corners of Guo Yi's mouth were raised, it turned out that there was another cave in the Buddha Mirror Pavilion, and this mirror was the gateway to enter the cave.

No longer hesitating, Guo Yi stepped into the jade mirror in one step, and a circle of ripples appeared on the mirror, and then Guo Yi's figure disappeared.

When Guo Yi stepped down, he had already entered another space, which was a huge space stone room, and there was no end in sight at a glance, as if it was hundreds of miles long.

The stone room is full of ancient wooden bookshelves, on which there are scriptures, jade slips, or soft gold and iron books, and some incomparably precious classics, which are also held in jade boxes, and then locked with formations.

This is the real Buddha Mirror Pavilion, and the collection of books here is really extraordinary, not to mention hundreds of millions of volumes.

There are books in front of you, and it's like entering a sea of books.

With so many books, if you are looking for them one by one, you need to find out when you can find out the "Six Ways of Buddhism", Guo Yi felt a big head.

"Boom!"

And at the moment when Guo Yi was stunned, a string of black Buddha beads flew out from a bookshelf, and the Buddha beads rotated, opening the mountain with great force, as if a big grinding disc was rotating.

Is there anyone else in the Buddha Mirror Pavilion?

Guo Yi lit a finger of Xuanhuo, and a scorching flame suddenly ignited on the Buddha beads, making a crackling sound.

Before the Buddha bead flew in front of Guo Yi, it shattered, lost its strength, turned into a subway slag, and was finally burned into black smoke by the Xuanhuo.

Guo Yi didn't want to damage the books here, the Xuanhuo was very delicately controlled, and no trace escaped from it.

"You're an intruder?" a young voice came from above the bookshelf.

Guo Yi only found out at this time that there was a young monk sitting in the air on the bookshelf, and he was the one who shot at Guo Yi just now.

The young monk looked to be only in his twenties, immaculate in white, with an arrogance that did not match other monks, he held an ink-stained pen in his hand, and was transcribing the scriptures, as if he did not take Guo Yi seriously.

Guo Yi knew that there were several scripture copying Buddhas in the Buddha Mirror Pavilion, and these Buddhas were the best young monks of each generation, and they were also candidates for the next generation of abbots, and each of them was a genius among geniuses.

Because of the fierce competition between the Buddhas, each of them was decisive in their killing, unlike the other monks who meditated and sat in meditation.

"The Seventh River of the Dharma Master is indeed worthy of a generation of Buddhas. ”

Although the other party's cultivation is one realm higher than Guo Yi, Guo Yi didn't take him seriously at all.

The white-clothed monk paused lightly, then raised his head and glanced at Guo Yi, the corners of his mouth hooked, and said with a smile: "Knowing that I am a Buddha, you are not afraid, your courage is really not small."

"I've always been very bold, tell me where the Six Buddhas are, and I can save you from death. Guo Yi knew that if he went to find the "Six Ways of Buddhism" by himself, he didn't know what year and month he would find, and only by asking these Buddhas could he find the "Six Ways of Buddhism" in the shortest possible time.

"I'm going to die, haha! I haven't heard that in a long time. The white-clothed monk's eyes froze, and the ink pen in his hand flicked towards the void, and suddenly a large piece of ink gas was shaken, and a large piece of golden Buddha light lit up on his palm, and the ink gas was immediately knocked out.

These inks turned into thousands of particles, like tens of thousands of spiritual needles flying out at the same time.

Guo Yi smiled slightly, stretched out his palm, and suddenly turned into three thousand six hundred and eighty handprints, catching thousands of particles, and then condensed into a drop of ink on the top of his palm.

"Your cultivation is not yet home. ”

The ink suspended above Guo Yi's palm suddenly ignited a yellow flame, like a flame, flying out of Guo Yi's palm, and this time the speed of the flight was faster, like a meteorite falling from the sky.

The white-clothed monk's face changed, and a blue ice flower flew out of the immortal gate, and this ice flower flew out, and the surrounding space immediately became cold, and a ground of frost was condensed on the ground, and all the books on the shelves were frozen for three feet.

This piece of ice flower is carved from the deep pool of ice, and a piece of ice as big as a palm needs at least tens of thousands of years of gestation to condense, and the white-clothed monk also got that piece of ice by chance, and then after hundreds of years of carving and sacrifice to reach today's power.

Cold can restrain flames, but it can't restrain flames.

"Smack!"

Even the Xuan Ice, which could not be melted by the fire of the center of the earth, melted into ice water in an instant in front of the third transformation of the Xuan Huo.

The ink with Xuanhuo hit the white-clothed monk's chest directly, and the ink stained his white clothes, but the Xuanhuo penetrated through his clothes, entered the skin, and suspended in the dantian in his body.

Guo Yi's control of Xuanhuo has reached a flawless state, if he doesn't want to kill, Xuanhuo can't kill people, if he wants to kill, Xuanhuo will become an invisible and faceless killing weapon.

The Xuanhuo entered the body, endangering life and death, and the white-clothed monk no longer had the indifference just now, and he didn't dare to move his body, for fear that an accidental Xuanhuo would burn out of his body and turn him into ashes.

"What the hell do you want?" Although the white-clothed monk still looked fearless, there was a tremor in his voice.

"I've already told you a long time ago, do you need me to say it a second time?" Guo Yi's fingers turned slightly, and the Xuanhuo in the white-clothed monk's body suddenly followed, and a trace of flame power pierced into the white-clothed monk's immortal gate like an iron needle, knocking the immortal gate out of a crack.

The Immortal Gate is the most important gateway for immortal cultivators, once the Immortal Gate is destroyed, they will never be able to cultivate, and they will directly become an ordinary person.

Every immortal cultivator didn't want to encounter such a result, it was even more uncomfortable than killing him.

The white-clothed monk's immortal gate was wounded, his face was as pale as paper, for fear that Guo Yi would turn his fingers again, and Xuanhuo would probably destroy all his immortal gates, and there would be no way to repair it then.

"The Book of the Six Buddhas is in the mirror of the Buddha's mirror, and none of the Buddhas are guarded by the Buddha, and you can't get it. The white-clothed monk's attitude softened, and he quickly said, "I already told you, now you should take the Xuanhuo out of my body, right?"

"Who are the Buddhas at the same time, and how many Buddhas are there in the Buddha Mirror Pavilion?" asked Guo Yi.

The white-clothed monk hesitated for a moment, and saw that Guo Yi's face became gloomy again, so he hurriedly said: "There are nine Buddhas in the Buddha Mirror Pavilion, the oldest one is four thousand five hundred years old, and none of the Buddhas is the strongest of the nine Buddhas, and the cultivation reached the eighth river of the Dharma Lord three thousand years ago, and the combat power is more than ten times that of mine. ”

The Buddha Mirror Pavilion is divided into nine areas, each area has a scripture copying Buddha, and each bookshelf in the Buddha Mirror Pavilion, each area is separately arranged in a formation, one is to prevent the book thief, one is afraid that the Buddha book will be damaged together.

It can be said that the number of formations in a Buddha Mirror Pavilion can be compared with the entire Bodhi Mountain, even if your cultivation is unfathomable, it is difficult to move in the Buddha Mirror Pavilion, and every step is terrifying.

This is also the reason why Guo Yi and the white-clothed monk did not alarm the other Buddhas when they fought, because the formation was so separated that other Buddhas could not hear the sound of this place at all.

Among the Nine Great Buddhas, there was actually someone who reached the Eighth River of the Dharma Lord three thousand years ago, and this is definitely a top master, even if it is not comparable to the level of the Invincible True Dragon King and the Three Great Divine Monks, it is almost the same.

Since they have all arrived at the Buddha Mirror Pavilion, there is no reason to retreat.

"Where is the mirror of the Buddha Mirror?" asked Guo Yi.

"Your cultivation is the Sixth River, and it is impossible for you to be an opponent of Wuyi, and you will undoubtedly be sent to death if you go. The white-clothed monk advised.

Guo Yi lifted him off the bookshelf, then put him on the ground, straightened his messy Buddhist clothes, patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, I still have 'accomplices', none of them are necessarily its opponents, and when I steal the "Six Buddhas", I invite you to drink." ”

Guo Yi didn't speak like he was speaking to an enemy, but to a friend.

"Amitabha, poor monks don't drink alcohol, let alone a thief's wine. The white-clothed monk did not accept Guo Yi's affection.

"Haha! Anyway, I'm not a thief, I'm a sage among the Buddhas. Guo Yi laughed loudly.

The white-clothed monk shouted another Buddha horn, obviously he didn't believe Guo Yi's words at all, and felt that he was speaking wildly, but now that his life was in Guo Yi's hands, he had to give in.

Since he is bent on seeking death, he can only take him to see different people, and none of them are extremely cultivated, and they will definitely be able to punish thieves. But if it is true that he still has accomplices, none of whom have been killed by them, as the thief said, then I am one less strong competitor.

Since both can benefit, why not take him to the mirror of the Buddha Mirror?

After the white-clothed monk figured out the joints, a meaningful smile suddenly appeared in his heart, but his face pretended to be reluctant, and he sighed: "Since Your Excellency has repeatedly insisted, the poor monk will take you to the realm of the Buddha Mirror." ”

"Don't worry, I also have a friend who has also entered the Buddha Mirror Pavilion, let's go find it first, and then it's not too late to go to the Buddha Mirror Mirror. Guo Yi naturally saw the little Jiujiu in the heart of the white-clothed monk, and there was also a meaningful smile on his face.

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