The clouds are not thought of following the sound.

It was dark and boundless, and the man's voice seemed to be close at hand, and it seemed to be far away in the sky.

"We have three choices now." Sun Buku said, "either continue walking up or down, or jump straight down, or-"

"Cut off this stone staircase."

Yun Weisi followed, he moved quickly and made a quick decision. As soon as he finished speaking, the sword light appeared within Sun Buku's sphere of influence.

Sun Buku didn't say anything. He raised the Zen Staff in his hand and slapped heavily on the stone stairs.

"All appearances are false!"

The moment the Zen stick fell to the ground, the golden light suddenly exploded on the ground, the stone steps shattered inch by inch, the whole long stone staircase collapsed and collapsed, and the stones fell into the endless void piece by piece. There was no inch of land under the feet of both of them, and they both fell down.

Chunchao sword and Zen staff were protected behind him, and the faint spiritual power lingered around him, so that the two of them would not fall into the abyss like those gravels. It was unknown how long it had passed, and their bodies were about to get used to the light and floating environment, Yun Weisi felt that he had stepped on the ground.

After a moment, Sun Buku let out a light sigh.

"It's true that I don't have any information."

What's not surprising?

Yun Weisi had just closed his eyes and was sensing the movements around him, but he found that everything was almost silent here, except for the shaking and friction of their clothes and the sound of footsteps, there were almost no other sounds coming.

But there is light under your feet.

"Look, what is this?" Sun Bukuo's voice came.

Yun Weisi bowed his head, and the source of light was a smooth stone surface.

Rather than a stone surface, it looks more like a mirror surface.

The mirror is flat and vague, but I can't see what the light is. The feet feel very smooth and you must pay attention to it carefully, otherwise it will easily fall.

"What is this?" Yun Weisi felt that Sun Bukuo might know.

"Have you heard a saying, Yin and Yang separate the evil mirror platform, and the decisive part of the life and death."

"The evil mirror platform." Yun Weisi chewed these three words, "Why is the evil mirror platform of the eighteenth level of hell here?"

There were surprises, surprises, and sighs in Sun Buku's voice.

"I didn't expect that they would turn the Kui-patterned Thunderbolt Drum into the eighteen-level hell of Buddhism, which is indeed mysterious!"

Yun Weisi: "No matter how mysterious it is, it is not as mysterious as the Nine-Level Abyss."

"Naturally different. The Nine-Level Abyss takes the formation set up by Chi Bijiang as the core, claiming to encompass all things in the world, scattered and scattered, and it is full of wonders. Humans, demons, demons, and immortals are mixed together, and the strong are prey on the weak. Although they cannot get out easily, they have become a paradise for some people. However, these eighteen levels of hell are difficult to judge. Those who fall into it must be plagued by sins. They must first reflect the mistakes they have made in the past in front of the evil mirror, and then be assigned to the eighteen levels of hell to be punished." Sun Buku was full of fun, "The Ten Thousand Lotus Buddha Land is so ambitious!"

Yun Weisie was worried about Changming, and he really didn't know where Sun Bukuo's fun was.

In other words, he has never had any in-depth research on this person.

But now the two are also trapped here, Yun Weisi can only temporarily believe that Sun Buku is reliable.

"You have been guarding the Nine-Level Abyss for many years. I believe you know that if you want to leave the Nine-Level Abyss, you need an opportunity, that is, find the heart of the formation, and the same is true here."

Sun Buku walked on the evil mirror platform, paused his Zen stick slightly, and used a path that was enough to make the rocks collapse, but the mirror stone under his feet remained motionless and was as smooth as before.

"You guess, where will the formation center be here? Is the entire Wanlian Buddha Land now part of the Kui-patterned Thunderbolt Drum?"

Although Qingyun Zen Temple and Wanlian Buddha Land are both Buddhist sects, they have little contact with each other. Qingyun Zen Temple even privately dislike Wanlian Buddha Land, believing that the other party has too much contact with the world and is so greedy for secular power. It has been difficult for a hundred years to pick up a person with outstanding cultivation. Even the Buddha's throne, known as the number one in martial arts, was once defeated by Yun Weisi. At that time, Yun Weisi was not even Yun Weisi, who was later revered as the Taoist priest.

However, Youdu worships Buddha, and the status of the Wanlian Buddha Land cannot be shaken. From the emperor to the common people, every household will worship flowers and incense burners on the first and fifteenth day of the day, and the smell of sandalwood can be smelled almost every corner of the city.

Somehow, Sun Bukuo didn't like Wanlian Buddha Land. He passed by Youdu several times, and even subconsciously avoided it and never set foot.

Until I investigated the death of the front yard, and the whereabouts of the traitor and the whereabouts of the tree, clues were connected to this place.

Now it seems that what he wants to avoid is not the Wanlian Buddha Land, but the Kui-patterned Thunder Drum.

This ancient magic weapon is powerful invisible. Those who follow will die in the opposite direction, and will make Sun Buku not want to face it head-on.

After going around, I still couldn't avoid it.

"I can't guess."

Yun Weisi was obviously not a good companion. He was not interested in talking nonsense with Sun Buku, and he was still thinking about the mystery of the mirror.

The cry for help was still coming from afar, but I couldn't tell which direction it was. The sound suddenly rose. After the long and sharp screams, there was a silent silence.

At the same time, Yun Weisi also saw that the mirror table had changed, and the front was blurry, reflecting the figure, but it was not him, nor Sun Bukuo.

The mirror is getting clearer and clearer.

The man's arms were stretched and tied, and the iron chain was wrapped, unable to move, his hair was disheveled, and his blood was stained.

Yun Weisixin suddenly grabbed it, as if something was tightly pinching it, and even stopped breathing.

He thought it was eternal!

Looking closely, he found that it was not.

That's-

Can you do it in the week?

"See the Blood Sect, the Sect Master?"

Sun Buku also recognized it. He half-squatted down and touched the photogenic stone with his hands.

Zhou Ke raised his hand slightly if he felt h.

The scene reflected on the mirror gradually became clearer, and Zhou Ke's painful expression also fell into the eyes of both of them.

In his lower body, there were clusters of lotus flowers blooming, but the lotus flowers were all gray, and as they slowly stretched, they seemed to be absorbing the nutrients from Zhou Ke.

Zhou Ke's face was pale and was losing his vitality little by little.

His eyes were distracted, as if he was looking at them, and as if he was looking at the illusory distance.

Save, or not?

If they take action, they will likely fall to the same situation as Zhou Ke. Before they find out what this place, even if their cultivation is as strong as Yun Weisi and Sun Buku, they will not dare to underestimate the Kui-patterned Thunderbolt Drum.

As the two of them hesitated for a moment, the scene slowly changed.

This time it was Xu Jingxian.

She was surrounded by green glows. At first glance, the glows looked very beautiful, but she seemed to be facing a great enemy. She waved the silk in her hand from time to time, and the glow dispersed.

The bright light flew up, and the two of them saw clearly that it was not the bright light, but the eyes of poisonous snakes.

Those poisonous snakes were much more sensitive than the snakes outside, and their vitality was extremely strong. Under the attack of Xu Jingxian's spiritual power, they fell heavily to the ground and were not dead yet. They slowly squirmed and would suddenly jump up and attack while they were unprepared. Their sharp teeth could break through the protective barrier. They bit their wounds on Xu Jingxian's back, and blood flowed.

"These are not ordinary poisonous snakes, but a kind of monster. Buddhism calls them reluctance and anger. It is said that on the third level of the eighteen levels of hell, they entangle the iron tree and bite people who violate the precepts of anger, greed and lust. But the last reluctance and anger in the world has long been destroyed by the Buddha Master Xutianzang who founded the Buddhist sect."

Why does it still appear here?

Could it be that the eighteen levels of hell that were transformed into the Kuilong Thunder Drum can even be transformed into the illusion of things that do not exist?

No, this is not an illusion!

Sun Buku immediately rejected his own speculation.

As a Buddhist disciple, he is in a sect that once owned one of the Kui-patterned Thunderbolt Drums. Sun Buku and even the only one who has seen and touched this magic weapon with his own hands, there is a natural connection between him and the Kui-patterned Thunderbolt Drums. He can sense that all this is not an illusion, but a real existence.

So where do these reluctances and anger come from, or are all false in Buddhist scriptures?

The thoughts were turned and Yun Weisi was about to take action, but he was half a step later. Xu Jingxian under the mirror platform disappeared.

Replaced with the original Chaos Gray Black.

Yun Weisi decided to surrender ten times, so he summoned the Chunchao sword, and the sword body hung on the mirror platform and inserted it into the mirror platform at any time.

"etc!"

Sun Buku stopped him.

"It seems like there is a sound below, listen!"

Knock, knock.

Knock, knock, knock.

A regular rhythm came, as if someone was knocking on the other side of the mirror.

"Who?" Sun Bu said bitterly.

The sound of the mirror tapping stopped, and after a while, it sounded again.

Knock, knock, knock.

This time it seems to be conveying some kind of message.

Yun Weisi's expression was frozen, and the sword light that was about to fall was completely restrained with his heart.

It's the master.

Knock, knock, knock.

Many years ago.

To be precise, it should be the second year he worshipped in the Jade Emperor Temple.
To be continued...