I Became an Anonymous Boss

"Today, right and wrong are in the past, let's end together."

……

Si Tianjian, Xianjia, Luohan, and generals all fell silent.

They knew that there was nothing left for them in the future, and only the living could participate in this battle. Only a heroic spirit with a trace of dharma was left, no different from a lonely ghost, so they all chose to retreat voluntarily.

The huge Si Tianjian became deserted again.

Xia Guanzheng and Dong Guanzheng vomited blood and fainted after retreating from the Xianjia. This is a small price to ask someone to pay, even if it is only a thousandth, the loss of energy is enough for the alchemists of the Sitianjian to break their muscles and bones.

King Yong stood at the gate of Sitianjian, even if the formation was torn apart, he didn't have the courage to step out.

The momentum of the confrontation in the distance is like thunder, which can be clearly heard. The whole capital is dormant and trembling under this force, how terrible is it?

He asked the deputy supervisor: "Really... no other background?"

The alchemist wiped the blood under Yaksha's mask: "Your Highness, do you think the martyr will lose?"

King Yong answered the wrong question: "Before he broke into the Sitianjian, I didn't think he could kill the immortal family like chickens and dogs..."

The deputy prisoner was shaking his head: "It's just a test at the moment, Your Highness, let's look outside... Lie Sheng even left the knife here."

King Yong looked at it and was even more dissatisfied: "Why don't you just draw the sword?"

Yasha was about to explain something, but seeing King Yong's expression at this time, he also knew that the other party's mind was completely messed up, and it was useless to say anything.

Already frightened by the demon Mo Wen, if this person survived for a day, he would be ridiculed by someone Bai in his dreams every night.

The alchemists, as well as almost the entire Jianghu, did not think that Shenmo Mowen had won the martyr.

His defeat is only a matter of time.

However, the specifics can only be guessed.

Shirataki doesn't have the luck of this life, so the calculation is bound to be inaccurate.

All kinds of methods used by alchemists on Bai Taki's body are almost equivalent to catching him blind.

Now, the only thing that can be done is one word—wait.

As long as King Yong is still alive, they will not be considered a loser, and sooner or later the losses will be accumulated again.

Yes, as long as King Yong is alive...

Then the next moment, the alchemist's heart almost jumped out, because the woman in the purple gown stepped into the Si Tianjian.

She held Mo Xie's famous sword in her hand, and no one dared to admire her even though she was so beautiful, she just felt her mouth dry and her spine chill.

Yes, Bai Taki is gone, but if these women don't spare their lives, they will definitely kill King Yong.

As an alchemist, it is impossible for him to be able to protect King Yong from death now that the Sitianjian formation has been destroyed.

The deputy supervisor is facing a big enemy.

He stared at the hand on the scabbard of the third on the rouge list.

Qin Buhui smiled: "Don't be so nervous, the young master is having a good fight with Lie Sheng, how could I disobey his will and seek trouble with you? There are thousands of ways to survive, safety first."

The alchemist was still vigilant: "Then... what are you doing here?"

Qin Buhui smiled: "Of course I'm looking for trouble for you. It's King Yong who Lie Sheng wants to protect, not you..."

The Yaksha mask was startled, and then his scalp went numb.

A huge word '艹' rose in his mind.

Qin Buhui clangs and draws his sword, the light of the sword brushes the side of King Yong, and cuts at the alchemist in green shirt, the hall of Si Tianjian is blizzarded with wind and snow.

The alchemist pinched the prepared talisman in his hand, and the vajra circle lit up, blocking the sword energy for three breaths. He was already injured, but now the energy mechanism was affected, the cracks in the mask spread more, and blood dripped.

The alchemist was no longer unrestrained, and angrily said: "Crazy woman!"

"I'll kill you because I'm a famous teacher!" Qin Buhui said coldly: "It's not good for the young master, it's not good for the Princess Nishang, you should pay back for these, you can't die, how can a dignified second-rank alchemist end up? Like a stray dog!"

Yasha's eyes were full of resentment, and his heart burst into anger, if he was in his prime, how could he be bullied by a weak woman like you!

"I can tell you one more thing, Song Shujing... died in my hands." Qin Buhui Hengjian sneered: "If you are afraid of death, you might as well use King Yong as a shield! Just kill you all together Already!"

The second-rank alchemist under the Yaksha mask gritted his teeth and had to choose to retreat.

He successively activated the formations hidden inside Si Tianjian to stop Qin Buhui.

A large number of formations have been set up in the Sitianjian. As the headquarters of the alchemists, it should have been impenetrable after many generations of alchemists.

However, because it is too large, it will take at least several decades to understand all the formations in Sitianjian.

Moreover, the authority is often in the hands of the highest-level alchemist, that is, the supervisor.

However, the prison has been "closed" for more than ten years.

Perhaps it was because the possibility of Si Tianjian being breached was never considered from the very beginning, most of these formations are not new.

Coupled with the fact that Si Tianjian's formation was torn apart by Bai Taki, he couldn't even arouse [-] to [-]% of the original power of the restraint that was barely functioning.

Going back to the original question, Si Tianjian, who is as impregnable as gold, sits on the world's first-class formation, why is he so vulnerable?

The answer is simple.

Because it is already a broken version.

Si Tianjian is in charge of the heaven, and once the fate of the country goes astray, it will naturally lead to his own damage.

Jianzheng and the Emperor of Southern Tang turned their backs on each other, resulting in one death and one injury, which directly caused irreversible damage to Sitianjian. Without the foundation of Fengtian, it is like an institution lacking electricity, which can only operate at the lowest energy-saving efficiency. Fragile.

Formation is like a precision machine, and Si Tianjian, who has not been maintained for more than ten years, has errors and omissions in functions and bugs in programs, which is really normal.

Yasha was forced to retreat again and again. In the pursuit of Qin Buhui, his Yasha mask had more and more cracks, and his mood became more and more anxious, but the expression of his blood-drenched eyes gradually changed. wide awake.

……

In the prison below Si Tianjian, the iron chains rattled, and in the dark prison, a pair of sharp eyes like a fierce bird opened.

He was originally dropped in mid-air, but perhaps it was some kind of coincidence, the mysterious force binding his body was shaken, like a light bulb with a bad current contact, it began to flicker continuously, and he was able to land on both feet.

Seizing this momentary opportunity, he dug his toes into the ground, knocked up a green brick, and smashed the brick against the wall. The runes engraved on the wall were destroyed, and the operation of the formation was even more shaken. Three or four times in succession After repeating, the youth fell from the prison.

He raised his hand, bared his teeth and pulled out the iron chain that locked the shoulder blades. At the same time, he pulled out the eighteen needles piercing the dantian. The sea of ​​energy that had been almost completely dispersed re-condensed. Warrior, this is not a fatal injury at all, it's just a little uncomfortable.

The young man stroked his wet hair to the top of his head, revealing the features of a prairie man.

He spit out the foul blood and oppressive air accumulated in his body.

The fierce wolf king broke the prison door lock, and said to himself: "Finally I was able to get out. I didn't expect it to take so long. Finally, I relied on a little luck. Damn, it's really my fault."

Walking out of the prison, he twisted his sore neck and shoulders: "I don't know how long it has passed, and I don't know what happened outside. Time is running out, and we have to find out why as soon as possible."

He pressed the center of his eyebrows: "Before I completely forget..."

Tie Sheng's five fingers tore the skin: "I can't sleep now, if I fall asleep, I won't be able to remember at all."

Even the sensation of pain gradually blunted.

Since leaving Fengwu City, he has never closed his eyes and fell asleep again. Tie Sheng has already reached the stage of crossing the catastrophe, and he is only a little short of flying ascension.

He was panting, enduring exhaustion, pain and tiredness, and walked around in the depths of the empty Sitian prison where about [-]% of the formations had failed.

No one would have thought that there would be such a ferocious wolf wandering here.

What will Tiesheng find out?

How should Nan Xiaofeng choose?

How will King Yong and the alchemist be decent?

What was the outcome of the battle between Lie Sheng and Bai Taki?

——To be continued!

Chapter 840

The garrison army in the Southern Tang capital was a fat job. In any dynasty, as long as they got an official position in the capital, it was considered a small achievement.

In many places, the soldiers guarding the city are poor, but not in the capital. Even if they are guarding the city gates and serving as the garrison, the treatment is quite good. If some foreign merchants are seized, they will be rewarded for their meritorious service. If someone trusts them, it will be even better Yes, they can also get a fat bonus, drink and eat meat, and live a chic life.

If one is lucky enough to be selected into the Imperial Forest Army, one would be even more of a master. After making a fortune, Fan Jinzhongju's farce would be unavoidable.

Many soldiers guarding the city thought so, and they would just live each day in the future, and no one would really come in anyway.

Then the city tower was blown up, the city gate was also blown up, and the city wall was bent...

They looked at the scene in front of them, the thunders fell from the sky, like the punishment from the gods, and they couldn't help but began to doubt their lives.

...How did a good fat errand turn into a terrible errand?

"Boss..." One person asked in a low voice, "Here, shall we... keep it?"

The garrison commander who had just been shaken into a sieve squeezed out a word between his teeth.

--roll!

When gods fight, do mortals run to die?

The garrison commander didn't want to die, but unconsciously, his eyes got wet.

After defending the city for so many years, I have guarded my feelings.

I originally wanted to say that this city wall is well guarded, and I can send it away when I get old.

As a result, he can only watch helplessly now, watching the virgin city wall that he has guarded for many years being tossed to pieces.

what is this?

This is the current van!

But I was so weak that I couldn't do anything.

He didn't even dare to say such a harsh word as 'I want to fight outside the city'.

Even... not daring to move.

The young man in black stepped on the railing of the city tower, sat down calmly, and saw a piece of wife cake flying from nowhere with a gesture of his hand. Holding the big cake, he took a bite slowly.

...and choked.

"Ahem..." The young man patted his chest, turned his head to look at the guards, and said one word: "Water."