I Became an Anonymous Boss

He questioned and questioned all the way, but he never showed any more emotions. It was only at this time that he finally showed his murderous intent for the first time.

The young man's eyes were cold, staring at the sick face of the other party, as if staring at a corpse.

Bai Taki is a modern person who respects the concept of life equivalence. Su Ruoshui wanted to kill him, but he let him go, which proves that he is never bloodthirsty, and even resists killing.

But resistance is just resistance after all, not inability.

Shirataki believes that life is more valuable than death, but some people always challenge the bottom line of his three views, and some people are not worthy.

This kind of person's life is the suffering of more people, so damn it.

Shirataki's patience finally evaporated.

In fact, he didn't want to talk so much with Mr. Murong at all.

At first, he was curious and wanted to ask and explain clearly, so as to unlock the last fifth ring mission by the way.

But as the conversation got deeper and deeper, he only felt more and more disgusted. He just felt sick when he smelled the smell and heard the sound.

Why is this kind of person still alive?Why is he still worthy of talking?Why are you still talking about your calculations and plans here?

Why did the whole family of Lan Ting die for a ethereal Golden Core Dao?

Why is the blessed land of aura where dragons and tigers are occupying now turned into a place of death and silence?

I really answered...the way of heaven is not fair.

His patience was almost exhausted, but at this moment...

[Ding... The fifth ring task information fragments have been collected (4/4), the fifth ring task is started...]

[Task Name: Killing the Heavenly King]

The time has come, there is no need to bear it any longer.

So the young man calmly declared: "—You really deserve to die."

Murong was slightly taken aback, but instead of being angry, he immediately let out wild laughter.

"There are so many people who wish I could die, but I'm still alive."

"I will not die, I will live long."

"Who do you think you are, and what are you worth? Do you really think you are amazing?"

"Having been a knight-errant for a long time, it is inevitable that he is too arrogant. When you vent your anger, do you know what the consequences will be?"

Murong's expression gradually became gloomy, he was extremely patient but he did not allow anyone to challenge his authority, the old bastard who has lived for 200 years, his temperament is beyond the comparison of ordinary people, but the stubbornness and madness of going his own way are far beyond the scope of ordinary people .

He clasped his claws with five fingers and stared at Bai Taki: "You know, I want to kill you... not even one move."

Shirataki smiled disdainfully, he stood firmly, and spread his hands, revealing his fragile flesh and blood.

"If you have the guts, just do it—!"

"Old Wang Ba!"

Murong sneered, "Looking for death", he didn't make a move, but Steward Yang at the side did it, and slapped Bai Taki with his right palm, this old butler was old and strong, his body seemed to be aging, but his body was still at its peak through some secret method , with a punch that has the power to split mountains and rocks.

But he saw a flash of sword light in the air.

A beautiful figure came towards the night, Lan Xiangxue's eyes were cold, she had already listened to all the conversations, Cheng Yingjian pointed directly at Steward Yang, facing this hateful and betrayed enemy, she gritted her silver teeth: " Parents' blood feud must be avenged today!"

Butler Yang tried to grab the weapon with his arm, but saw the light sword groaning on the Chengying sword, and hurriedly changed his expression and stepped back. His black iron palm was brushed by the sword edge, and there was already a scar on his flesh: "Name Sword! You have grown to this point in just ten years, it's a pity that I didn't find your whereabouts back then!"

Steward Yang has followed Murong Pharaoh for so many years, so he must be a pervert with similar tastes. While harassing him with words, he was forced to retreat by Lan Xiangxue's scattered sword light. meters away.

In the original position, Bai Taki and Murong Pharaoh did not move at all.

"It won't be too difficult for an innate warrior to suppress her." Murong said indifferently: "That's all it takes? It doesn't matter if I call another girl surnamed Bai. Although I can't see her real body, it's not a big deal." Whether it's a human... the heart of a fairy or beast must be very sweet and moist."

He has already released his momentum. He is not an ordinary fifth-rank Qi trainer, but also a king of false realms. He looks directly with evil eyes, and his momentum is astonishingly strong.

Those who have been clarified are like carrying two heavy mountains on their shoulders, their hairs stand on end, and they shudder.

Shirataki looked at each other coldly, then slowly opened his sleeve and raised a finger.

The middle finger is facing the sky, and gestures are made in front of the opponent's forehead.

"Retarded stuff."

"court death!!!!"

Murong immediately exploded with anger, roaring and roaring, in an instant the dark wind howled in the sky, and the smoldering anger was ignited from his seven orifices.

But at the moment when he was about to make a move, a trace of ice quietly dissipated, and the woman, so beautiful that it was difficult to look directly at it, slowly spit out white mist.

—Damn you... to bury!

Chapter 310 I'm going to kill you

Xiuyu, this Sanwu loli whose scalp is numb from being tossed about by math problems, is a dark chess game.

No one would know that her real identity is Princess Zhen Guo.

Even Shirataki would subconsciously ignore that she is also a master of the Heavenly King Realm.

So she will only play the most critical role at the most critical time.

Ka... A huge frozen tomb took shape.

Clenching the embroidered jade with five fingers, the true qi of the lunar yin gushed out like a tide. The freezing frenzy froze every inch of the place, regular ice cubes rose from the ground, and the cold took away the five senses.

There is no doubt about the strength of the princess of Zhen Guo's lineage, and the person who can make her obey orders like this is even rarer in the world.

Therefore, Mr. Murong had no idea that he really kicked the iron board.

Frozen power trapped his body, and a transparent blue ice crystal formed, and more than half of his body's vitality was cut off in an instant, but this is after all a bastard who has been reincarnated many times. He is a fifth-rank Qi practitioner , the cultivation of the soul is better than the body itself, Murong Li's cultivation is not even innate, and he is just a carrier, the true qi of Taiyin can seal the body, but it cannot kill the soul.

In just three breaths, the sound of cracks came from the frozen coffin, and the dark and smoldering fire flowed from the seven orifices of Murong, releasing the cultivation base of the fifth-rank realm, and at the same time burst out the power of the false realm of the king Spiritual cultivation.

A roar came from his throat, and the earth exploded in an instant, raising countless rocks. Amidst the roar, countless earth, rock debris, yellow sand bricks rose directly into the air, and gathered under his body to form a ten-foot-long dragon shape.

—— Panlong!

The false realm of the king of heaven should not be underestimated, even if it is a false realm, it is better than the specious Vientiane realm.

The earth dragon shattered countless ice stones, Xiuyu frowned, blocked the flying broken corpses, and stood in front of Baitaki.

After getting out of the coffin, Murong, whose seven orifices were bleeding with blood and yin fire, had no desire to attack, let alone the courage to attack. He had seen a lot, and he had never seen the rumored true qi of Taiyin when he was young. In an instant, he was already chilled.

Murong controlled the earth and turned his head and left without hesitating. The dragon's head directly broke through the wall of the villa and went straight to the Huju mountain where the white mist rose. The four-legged snake crawled on the ground, just like himself, saying it was Panlong, but in fact it was just a four-legged snake that could only look up at the sky.

—He ran away.

Xiuyu turned her head, and when she saw the other party walking away, she quickly shrunk back into the original little loli, and tore her clothes——I can't help anymore, the stored Taiyin Qi is limited, and it can't be released at all. Powerful moves.

"It's enough." Bai Taki said lightly, "He's been scared out of his wits, next...let me send him off happily."

Xiuyu cast an inquiring look - after all, he is a false king of heaven, so don't mess around.

"Do you care about me?" Bai Taki smiled and picked up Xiuyu, put her on a table and chair beside her, patted the dust on her hair, and said flatly: "Don't worry, I'll come back when I go, I think he should also told you..."

He left a statement and walked away.

"Heavenly King False Realm, this is not the first time I have killed it."

Xiuyu shook her calf and watched him leave with her chin resting on her cheeks. There was some bright light in the eyes of the girl who became more and more expressive.

—Dare to do what the world dare not do.

——It would be too harsh to call this chivalrous courage the courage of a common man.

——Young Master, Shi Wushuang

Not long after Bai Taki left, Lan Xiangxue had already killed her. She was accidentally kicked and flew more than 30 meters away. She coughed up a mouthful of blood, smashed the load-bearing pillar of the attic and fell, falling into the pitted pavilion .

Xiangxue stood up holding the sword, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, she didn't care about this kind of injury, she circulated her true energy, and was about to fight again.

At this time, Lan Xiangxue noticed Xiuyu who was sitting on the chair obediently, looked around and asked, "Where is your master?"

Xiuyu pointed to the direction where the earth dragon was running away, and then made a beheading motion.

——He went to kill the Heavenly King of the False Realm.

"Really..." Lan Xiangxue looked back and looked not far away, butler Yang, who had a broken arm, was trying to tense his muscles to stop the bleeding.

Xiuyu tilted her head again, with a questioning expression in her eyes, making a fist movement.

--Do you need help?

"No need, I will avenge my parents' blood feud myself, and I can't hand it over to others. This is what the young master told me." Lan Xiangxue shook her head, and then she shouted loudly: "Your surname is Yang! Come and die!"

Raise the famous sword, the wind and snow return together.

……

Murong hated the sky, the earth, and even more himself.

He hated the world for not giving him a chance, and hated himself for being poor.

If you seek martial arts, you can only look at the height of the mountain when you reach the Heavenly King Realm, and you will not be diligent; if you seek to practice Qi, you will also stay in the fifth-rank realm, and you will teach yourself to be wiped out at any time when you see a thunder calamity brewing.

During these long years, he longed for the Golden Core Dao, longed to return to the realm of the king of heaven, but he never succeeded. The world treats him too thinly, and he always loves some lucky children. Bad luck.

He bargained, he was ruthless, he calculated, he spent his whole life for the way of longevity, and he was about to succeed, but at this critical moment, he kicked the stainless steel plate!

It must be because of my unfavorable destiny that I have repeatedly hit the wall like this.

But he really can't wait any longer, and it's impossible to wait until the next opportunity. Is it possible that he really wants to give up everything, throw himself into the underworld, and become that gloomy ghost cultivator who is ordered by others, and he can't see the sun for the rest of his life? Can the ghosts of the underworld and the Yin gods of Yan Luo step into the world again?

No, what he wants is definitely not such a meek life, what he wants is longevity, a dignified longevity, a longevity that can look down on the world, not struggling like an ant... So the dark fire in his heart burned more vigorously, and the more he hurt, the more painful it was Hate, the more you hate, the crazier you are. The negative emotions in your heart have been distorted and deformed under the backlog of 200 years, and now they are released overnight.

Murong couldn't wait any longer, he wanted to devour all the evil things in the orchid court, gather in the land of evil spirits, forcibly advance to the golden core, and prove the Dao.

This body is about to die, and there is no better place for his soul to stay. This is the last, and there is no other choice.

Panlong, who sat down, tore apart countless dense ancient trees, and withdrew a not long but tortuous and rugged uphill road, leading directly to the ruins of the Lanting ruins.

Old Monster Murong took out the formation disk from his bosom, trying to turn all the yin and evil energy here for his own use.

But the moment he rushed into the Lanting, he felt extremely peaceful.

The breeze is gentle, and the water waves are calm.

How can there be any evil spirit?How can there be a little bit of eerie?