On the border of the Dragon Emperor's Heaven, a true lord who was guarding the border suddenly saw thousands of worlds ahead being pushed away.

It was a formation that was large enough to cover hundreds of worlds, slowly unfolding.

The True Lord rubbed his eyes, "Is this, Fusheng Daozu?"

"That's the direction where the Wuliangdao Ancestral Dragon Car is heading!"

"Ancestor Fusheng Daoism has taken action against the Ancestor Wuliang Daoism?"

The True Lord did not dare to delay for a moment and quickly reported the news to the Dao Ancestor of Dragon Emperor Tian.

This news is really exciting!

The Taoist Ancestor Fusheng is the little heavenly priest who has been famous for a long time, and the Taoist Ancestor Wuliang is the little heavenly priest who is causing the storm of the heavens!

One day ago.

There is always a full moon hanging in the sky of the evil ghost sky, without the sun.

And this is the evil ghost world, and only the heads of the seven ghosts and gods are qualified to live in.

A blue full moon hangs in the sky, and the moonlight shines through the withered branches next to a dry well.

Guisha, who had two crooked moon scars under the corner of his eyes, sat on the dry well and quietly looked at the Rakshasa who was walking towards him.

Rakshasa was wearing black armor and walked behind the ghost sword, and also sat on the dry well.

Guisha asked: "Are everything ready?"

Rakshasa nodded, "I can do it tomorrow."

Gui Sha nodded, "This infinite is impossible to keep. If he leaves the seclusion, the entire heavens will never have peace!"

Rakshasa smiled and said, "So what? After tomorrow, he will only be able to break his soul and not enter the cycle of reincarnation!"

Guisha looked back at Raksha, and then said, "Di Yan's reaction was too abnormal after meeting Wuliang last time. I want to warn him, you can arrange other things."

After the Guisha finished his journey, his body turned into a burst of ghost smoke and disappeared.

Rakshasa sat in place, looking up at the sky, but after a while, the white-haired ghost walked from a distance, and asked with a sly smile: "Is Guisha gone?"

Rakshasa nodded and asked, "Shicha, are you sure this is an infinite strategy?"

The white-haired ghost nodded and said, "Wuliang is now five hundred years old, and I know him when he is less than a hundred years old. No one knows Wuliang better than me."

"He never does something unsure."

The white-haired ghost walked to Rakshasa and said condescendingly: "Rakshasa, it's time to make a decision."

Rakshasa glared at the white-haired ghost and shouted angrily: "Do you know what this decision will bring?"

The white-haired ghost raised his head and laughed wildly, and his waist was tilted back. "When a person lives, he still has everything. If he dies, he will lose nothing!"

Rakshasa slapped the dry well under his butt, and his eyes kept changing. Finally, he could only nod and said, "I'll take you there."

Rakshasa reached out and grabbed the white-haired ghost, then jumped into the well and sank into the mist in the well.

It kept falling from the well, as if there was no end. Rakshasa paused his feet and instantly accelerated and fell down. After flying down for an hour, Rakshasa fell to his feet and stood on the solid ground. He let go of his hand and placed the white-haired ghost on the ground.

The white-haired ghost stepped on the ground and looked at the only thing on the ground. It was a black mirror.

A mirror that can swallow the Taoist ancestor!

A mirror that can see the future!

There is only one sentence on the mirror: one Taoist ancestor, one future.

Rakshasa looked at the white-haired ghost beside him, and was as happy as a monkey head to see a peach. He danced forward, with an obsessive smile on his lips, "So this is that mirror!"

Rakshasa reminded: "You have to think clearly that even the Dao Ancestor will not have any power to fight back in front of it!"

The white-haired ghost turned around and showed a disdainful look, "So, you are still too brave. No wonder you can't even become a little Tianzun, but like a waste of ghosts, you will never be able to become a Tianzun in your life!"

The white-haired ghost cursed: "The position of the Heavenly Lord is reserved for those who have the courage to kill the regicide!"

The white-haired ghost turned his head forward, and there was a line three meters ahead of him, which was three meters away from the mirror.

After crossing this line, even the Taoist ancestor would be sucked into it in an instant and disappeared.

The white-haired ghost raised his head and raised his chest and said as he moved forward: "It only swallows the Taoist ancestor, which means it will not swallow me who is just the True Lord."

After he finished speaking, he stepped across the line without any hesitation.

Rakshasa looked at the white-haired ghost stepping across the line and was shocked by Wuming. No wonder this man could only spend one tenth of his time learning the technique of slapping the coffin.

People who are not afraid of life and death are simply not comparable to those of themselves.

I am not as good as him.

The white-haired ghost continued to move forward and said as he walked: "It does not devour the Heavenly Lord, which means its power is not as strong as that of the Heavenly Lord."

"The power is not as good as the Heavenly Lord, nor does it devour the True Lord. There is only one explanation."

The white-haired ghost stretched out his hand and held the black mirror, "This is a third-level authority, a third-level authority!"

"And I am the True Lord and I am about to break through to the Taoist Ancestor, so I can absorb this authority and become the Taoist Ancestor!"

After the white-haired ghost was finished, the black mirror suddenly turned into a pool of iron, soaked in his skin, wrapped it up along his body, and gradually wrapped it all.

Rakshasa looked at the scene in front of him with a thrilling look. He could feel that the white-haired ghost was breaking through the realm of the Taoist Ancestor.

The white-haired ghost guessed it right.

Rakshasa stared at the white-haired ghost, and couldn't help but think that an uncontrollable authority could be devoured by the Taoist ancestor at will. So what if someone controls it?

He is still in control of such a passionate world-class ghost hero!

I'm afraid that once he successfully breaks through, he will be the Little Heavenly Lord!

Rakshasa could feel that this world was different.

The Ancestor Wuliangdao is less than 500 years old, so where is he five hundred years old in this moment?

Another great hero who just broke through was Xiao Tianzun!

The black iron covered all the white-haired ghosts, like a black sculpture solidifying in front of them.

Rakshasa sat down in front of the white-haired ghost, and then waited quietly, and three hours passed soon.

The statue suddenly moved, and the black sculpture cracked and cracked, and black fragments like blood scabs fell down, and the white-haired ghost opened its closed eyes.

He smiled, stood up trekkingly, walked past Rakshasa, and said, "Let's go, Rakshasa, the madman should do what the madman should do."

Rakshasa stood up and followed behind the white-haired ghost. He did not feel the aura of the Taoist ancestor, but he felt a more terrifying aura, which was a breath of a natural enemy.

"Yes, Shicha!"

The two of them walked together, with the white-haired ghost in front and the Rakshasa behind, like a follower.

Not long after, the two of them jumped out of the dry well, and the white-haired ghost smiled and said, "I'm going to see my old friend again. This time, I have to bring him some gifts."

"After all, those who come from afar without gifts are not friends!"
Chapter completed!