Not to mention the Emperor's Scythe, even Rakshasa was surprised.

"Fusheng Daozu?"

As soon as they finished speaking, everyone saw a young man wearing a white Taoist robe appeared in front of them.

In his left hand, he was also carrying a Taoist ancestor from Longhuangtian.

At this moment, the Taoist Ancestor of Dragon Emperor Tian had no power to fight back in his hands. Under the oppression of the Taoist Ancestor of Fusheng, he had turned into a little dragon that was only three feet long.

And the Taoist Ancestor Fusheng pinched the neck of the Dragon Emperor Tiandao Ancestor.

Before Rakshasa could react, he heard the roar of the Dragon Emperor Heavenly Dao Ancestor, "Ancestor Fusheng Dao, what are you going to do? We are allies in Seven Days, why do you suddenly attack me!"

"Do you want to betray the alliance?"

Fu Sheng turned around slowly and looked at the Rakshasa who was full of doubts.

Suddenly, a black ghost energy like substance spread out from the eyes of the Taoist ancestor Fusheng. Rakshasa nodded slowly, and he finally began to understand.

Although he didn't know why, he could now be sure that the Taoist Ancestor Fusheng was already a member of the evil ghost heaven.

When the Taoist ancestor of Dragon Emperor Tian saw this ghost energy, he felt a little cold in his heart.

There are rumors outside that it was because Princess Asura disappeared, and the Taoist Ancestor Fusheng was hidden in the world. Unexpectedly, the Taoist Ancestor Fusheng was hidden in the world because he defected to the evil ghost heaven.

The Taoist Ancestor Fusheng waved his hand and pointed it on the body of the Dragon Emperor Heavenly Dao Ancestor, and gave 132 fingers to completely seal the cultivation of the Dragon Emperor Heavenly Dao Ancestor, then said lightly: "I have given it to you by Dao Ancestor, and I will leave a wisp of divine thoughts on you. When I sacrifice him, I need to see the results."

After the Tao, the figure of the Taoist ancestor Fusheng began to become illusory, and the wind blew, leaving no trace.

Changshengtian, Little Heavenly Palace.

This is the Taoist temple of Fusheng Taoist Ancestor. There are dozens of paintings hanging in the room of Fusheng Taoist Ancestor. The beauties in the painting are vivid but they look like the same person. If Chen Ming were here, he would definitely think that the beauties in this painting were Chen Yu.

It was originally an empty room, and the ancestor of Fusheng Dao appeared out of thin air.

He sat cross-legged in front of a table full of portraits of Chen Yu, stretched out his hand to push away the portraits, revealing a scroll of ink hidden under the portraits.

There is only a simple line of words on the ink scroll:

Fifteen types of fourth-level authority, fifteen heavenly lords.

This is a line of words written on the day he became the Taoist ancestor. Now, 180,000 years have passed.

As a Taoist ancestor, being able to live for 180,000 years is a miracle.

The reason why the Taoist ancestor Fusheng was able to do it was because his third-level authority was called [Buliaoquan].

After breaking through to the realm of Taoist ancestors, although they live with the same life as heaven and earth, in fact, they still have a confinement, that is, the natural decline of their physical bodies.

Even as a Taoist ancestor, one cannot avoid the passing of one's own vitality. It is the ultimate goal of being able to live for 50,000 years.

And the floating life has lived for 180,000 years.

This sentence in front of me has been written for almost 180,000 years.

He looked at the sentence carefully again, then waved his hand and brushed it by. The next moment, the ink roll had turned into powder.

He smiled and looked at the portrait of Chen Yu in the room, "The first ink scroll has been destroyed by my own hands. You guys should be soon, right?"

After Taoism, the Taoist ancestor Fusheng wrote a pen on a brand new piece of paper:

I have handed over a Taoist ancestor to Guisha.

Soon, a line of words suddenly appeared below this line:

Very good, we can go to the next step.

It is obvious that there is a mysterious existence communicating with him.

Fusheng Daozu continues to write:

Fifteen types of fourth-level authority, fifteen heavenly lords.

Writings appear on paper:

The birth of every Heavenly Venerable will surely lead to the death of a Heavenly Venerable.

Fu Sheng continued to write:

The plan of the Heavenly Lord seems to involve far more than one Heavenly Lord. What is the Heavenly Lord planning to do? Or what does the Heavenly Lord see in the divine road?

Writings quickly appeared on the paper:

I took a look, and then I ran away, where there were full of the corpses of the Heavenly Lord. Compared to the Divine Road, I prefer to call it: the burial place of the Heavenly Lord.

Fu Sheng put down his pen, pondered for a long time, and murmured to himself: "So that's the case?"

After a long time on the paper, a line of writing appeared again:

Only the gods can truly obtain eternal life!

Fu Sheng picked up his pen and wrote:

Then I am ready to face my own death.

He finished his pen and waved his hand, and the ink scroll filled with communication words turned into powder.

He began to write down a line of words on the new ink scroll:

Princess Asura, it can only be mine. Everyone else who wants to get her deserves to die!

Princess Asura, it can only be mine. Everyone else who wants to get her deserves to die!

Princess Asura, it can only be mine. Everyone else who wants to get her deserves to die!

......

After writing for three days and three nights, he stood up, closed his eyes, and said, "Calculate the time, Rakshasa should be almost here, it's time to go and take a look."

The next moment, he was already standing in front of a black mirror.

Next to the black mirror, Gui Sha held the Dragon Emperor and the Heavenly Dao Ancestor in his hand and looked at him.

"You've finally arrived, it's time for you to see your results."

A line appeared in the mirror: one Taoist ancestor, one future.

Rakshasa, Di Jian and others looked at the two little heavenly priests in front of them with some nervousness. To be honest, if it weren't for the two little heavenly priests, they wouldn't have dared to come to this mirror at all.

They didn't know the name of this mirror until one day, after the mysterious disappearance of an evil ghost heaven.

The Evil Guitian quickly sent a large number of Taoist ancestors to investigate, but the consequence was that three more Taoist ancestors disappeared.

In order to avoid similar situations from happening again, the Daozu who continued to search for the matter became two.

Finally, the Taoist ancestor who discovered this mirror had only one person back. He watched his companion swallow his life by the mirror.

And see a future.

And that future comes true one by one.

From then on, this mirror became a taboo, and for the Taoist ancestor, it was even more of a taboo.

This mirror is like a devourer who uses Taoist ancestor as food. For Taoist ancestor, it is a natural nemesis.

Any Taoist ancestor who is within ten feet of this mirror will be swallowed by it, and any resistance will be useless.

Guisha saw that the Taoist Ancestor Fusheng had arrived, and then said, "Since you have arrived, then let's start."

The two of them stood outside the safe range, and Gui Zhan stepped forward and threw the Daozu of Dragon Emperor Tian towards the mirror.

The Taoist ancestor of Dragon Emperor Tian instinctively felt the sense of danger like a natural enemy. He wanted to struggle, but there was no effect. He was always pulled by the mirror. However, in three breaths, he had already disappeared into the mirror and there was no sound.

Silent, no coming or going.

A Taoist ancestor fell instantly, or even, it cannot be said to be a fall, but a mysterious disappearance.

Then the picture in the mirror began to change. The first scene that appeared in the mirror was the Taoist ancestor of Fusheng with white hair. Opposite him was Chen Ming, who was holding the sword of Shura King in his hand and was murderous intent.
Chapter completed!