I Became an Anonymous Boss

Shirataki smiled, and threw the book casually, the pages fell on the ground, and was hugged by the eunuch with trembling fingers.

The young man said lightly: "It seems that you really gave up."

Fang Xuanji said: "The world can no longer accommodate more land gods. No matter which road or system it is, the result will not change."

Shirataki frowned: "You don't seem to be surprised, nor are you unwilling?"

Fang Xuanji's expression was indifferent: "I already knew it, so of course I wouldn't be surprised. I just tried it and broke my last thought."

Shirataki said "Oh", his eyes turned from joking to cold.

"Then do you know how many people died for this attempt?"

The man in the green shirt was indifferent.

"I don't know, and I'm not interested in knowing... I'm just taking the way of people to the extreme. If you want to use this as a trial for me, I'm afraid you have miscalculated."

He really doesn't care about people's life and death and the consequences.

Those who achieve great things don't stick to small details, and once they succeed, they will die.

In any era, sacrificing others to improve oneself is to protect oneself.

Winners and losers, the same is true on the way to the advancement of the realm. How can a seeker care about the life and death of others.

Those who have achieved the ultimate in the way of people will not cause dust in their minds because of the destruction of a country.

Shirataki is very clear that for this kind of people, moral condemnation is meaningless, capital has no conscience, harvesting other people's wealth to strengthen themselves, and this kind of people is the same, harvesting the opportunities equally shared by all people in the world to strengthen themselves, regardless of the consequences.

Profit is the word.

It's just that this profit is not fame and wealth, but the rank of detachment.

So Bai Taki shook his head, he would not try to attack the opponent's solid psychological defense with this kind of talk.

"I'm not a judge, it's his business to forgive you... But there is one thing, I have to argue with you."

The man in the blue shirt didn't look sideways, his eyes kept the arrogance and indifference of looking down on Yunyun.

I don't know what kind of opportunity he was waiting for, but he still kept such good patience.

"What's the matter?"

"How do you plan to deal with the next mess." Shirataki asked.

"..." Fang Xuanji's expression was indifferent, and he remained silent. Silence was also an answer.

"I see." Bai Taki smiled, "Then it seems that we have to fight."

Fang Xuanji asked: "What do you mean?"

The young man is dressed in black, swaying like a big sleeve, and the other shore flower is blooming in the crimson left pupil.

"It doesn't mean anything else, it just means... I want to fight with you."

Fang Xuanji finally changed his expression slightly, his eyes were like looking at a child waving a small branch: "It's not easy for you to cultivate, I think you are young and vigorous, and don't care about you, why bother to seek death? Could it be that you thought it was mine just now?" Full power?"

Bai Taki hehe: "I know, the Earth Fairy Pseudo-realm...it's amazing, maybe there's only one like this in the whole world."

Fang Xuanji flicked his green shirt lightly, and the Confucian sage's Heaven and Earth Law appeared in response.

Not long after the cloudless sky cleared up, the vision of stormy clouds appeared again.

The entire Southern Tang City did not experience a major earthquake this time, but on the corridors above the eaves, many sculptures of auspicious beasts used to suppress the house exploded one after another. In the sound, it turned into powder.

The sculptures of saints in the academy are full of clear light, and the bells and tripods are ringing.

Earth Immortal said coldly: "Since you know that I am a Confucian sage... you still plan to come to die?"

Shirataki was noncommittal, but just sneered: "You are not even a referee of the Tokyo Olympic Committee."

……

Outside the city of Nantang, Qi practitioners never dared to enter the city.

"No!" The Guanyin suzerain said in a bewildered voice, "No, it's wrong, it's a big mistake..."

The girl looked at the two opposing people in Nantang City, her eyes alternated with light and dark, and above her head, a flash of spiritual light continued to alternate.

The huge arithmetic calculus started to run, this is the secret of the Fushui Guanyin Sect, Tianji arithmetic.

It is rumored that those who are advanced in cultivation can use the sky strike arithmetic to deduce the changes in the next tens or hundreds of years.

All kinds of calculations, but there is no result, which is the same as the result that has been deduced countless times before.

This time Master Lingshan's pupils gradually became dilated, and she murmured.

"Is that really the case..."

Young women and old women are puzzled.

Master Lingshan stopped murmuring, and the Tianji arithmetic collapsed again, turning into a wry smile and a long sigh.

"Not being able to calculate it is also a result. My past master told me that Tianji arithmetic can measure the number of days. Even if there are only a few results, it will definitely happen. There is only one possibility, and we are not sure."

"……magic!"

The Qi training master's voice was low, his expression struggled a few times, he seemed unwilling to tell the truth, but in the end he sighed, knowing that whether he said it or not, it was already done, so he simply said it frankly.

"Fang Xuanji is a sage of Confucianism for 500 years, and the only one in the world."

"He should have known that the gate of heaven has not allowed anyone to step through, and the roster of earth immortals is full."

"But he still insists on this, and he does not hesitate to arrange for 500 years to collect the Southern Tang National Games, just to cross the gate of heaven that he knows must fail again?"

"Is it true that obsession becomes a demon?"

"No...not at all..."

"If it's really a failure, he should also leave here and stop being nostalgic. Why should he stay in Nantang City?"

"He took out all the National Games of the Southern Tang Dynasty and tried to step into the gate of heaven. It was just a one-step attempt, which was dispensable, so if he failed, he would not lose everything. Even if he took out the National Games of the Southern Tang Dynasty and destroyed Si Tianjian, it was just him. A crucial step in the plan."

"Next, he must have another move to go."

She spoke softly, but her guess became more determined and extreme.

"The national destiny of the Southern Tang Dynasty, the national destiny of a country, is the key to suppressing evil spirits. Without the national destiny, evil spirits will inevitably arise everywhere."

"The alchemists of the Sitianjian, in addition to collecting and managing luck, are also responsible for guarding the demon-suppressing prisons in various places in the Southern Tang Dynasty."

"The luck of the country is empty, and the alchemists in the Sitianjian are almost dead or injured...There is no one who can suppress the group of demons."

"If he has deployed Sitianjian all these years, and secretly attacked Zhenmo Prison, it proves that he has already settled down, and his intentions have been clearly revealed."

The more Master Lingshan talked, the paler her face became, as if just guessing made her feel hurt constantly.

"Fang Xuanji... is going to take a different path."

"Only this time, he chose a road of no return."

"Confucianism and Taoism can't walk, and qi refining can't get through. Wufu can't walk, and Buddhism is hated and loathed by him... In the end, he has nowhere to go."

"As long as he is unwilling to let go of his obsession with achieving the fairyland, there is only one last path left for him."

"Confucianism and Taoism turn into magic."

The qi master bit his lip, scarlet blood oozing out.

"He is going to become a demon immediately!"

……

Shirataki tapped the imperial path lightly with his toes, within three hundred feet, the remaining moisture evaporated instantly.

Heavenly Demon's true strength turned into a simple flat push, and lightly pressed his palm against Qing Shirt's chest.

The image of Confucianism, sage, and Dharma standing upright was slightly shaken, and it was not broken, but the light was slightly dimmed.

The blow works.

Fang Xuanji spoke out: "Cut!"

Just one word, but it is infinitely powerful. Confucian saints who have reached the realm of earthly immortals don't need any extra tricks, one word is one trick.

The power of this chopping character has surpassed the ordinary Heavenly King Realm in a straight line. This seemingly ordinary knife is actually extremely ingenious and amazing.

This is the character for 'cut' extracted by Fang Xuanji from a warrior's vision of the Heavenly King in the past 500 years.

This cut is "borrowing a knife to kill", and its words follow the law, even across time.

But this saber also couldn't stop Bai Taki, he held the word "cut" in his hand with five fingers, and crushed it alive.

Fang Xuanji spat out another word: "Break!"

This time, an illusory figure appeared, as if a certain boxing master was about to throw a punch.

Slowly swallowing a tepid punch, the punch hits Shirataki's eyebrows impartially.

Then shatter with a bang.

What was broken was not the head of the Heavenly Demon, but the word 'bro' and the phantom it conjured up.

Fang Xuanji uttered two words in succession, like sending out two heavenly king visions in succession. Ordinary people would have to breathe a sigh of relief, but he didn't need it, the breath was long.

"A saint should not be approached!"

Confucian saints can set rules for the world, and the system of etiquette and law cannot be surpassed.

The invisible force forcibly separated a gap between Shirataki and the Earth Immortal, and the imperial path tore apart Baizhang.

Bai Taki bumped into the gap filled with clear light, he didn't move with one punch, two punches didn't break, and he held back the third punch.

Stopping the movement, poking the clear light lightly with his fingers, the clear light dissipated, leaving only a huge gully between the two.

With a wave of his sleeves, the surrounding scene was torn apart, the clouds parted and the mist dispersed, and something was crushed.

Although the scenery in front of me is still the same, it seems to be a thousand scenes in an instant.

"It's meaningless to use illusion in front of me." Bai Taki closed his right eye: "I can see clearly."

Fang Xuanji was noncommittal, and the four characters 'Mirror Flower, Water Moon' written in the void quietly collapsed.

He stood with his hands down, and said: "You are not a martial artist... I have never seen such intentions, even the former martial artists, pure body-training warriors who are good at strength, can't do it if they integrate the vision of the heavenly king into their fists and feet." One punch shatters the awe-inspiring righteousness and shakes Confucianism, sages and laws."

Once stepping into the sixth heaven, the demon system and the warrior system will be staggered.

What will happen in the future, no one knows except Jiemen, and what he said is not bad.