I Became an Anonymous Boss

Zhao Yuxian said indifferently: "A gentleman stays away from the kitchen, since you can't see such a cruel thing that violates human relations, then simply drop your sword and have a good time. You can't go up or down, hesitating, you don't look like a sharp swordsman."

Wu Qinghong closed her eyes: "This place does not belong to the world."

Zhao Yuxian shook his head and said, "Is that how you comfort yourself? Calling an upright god a tiger monster, and not treating the monster clan as human beings, it is true that they are not human beings, but living here, they have not done anything harmful. With spirit, killing is killing.”

Wu Qinghong suddenly opened his eyes, and a wisp of green air blew away the clouds.

"I'm just a swordsman, so I don't want to talk to you, a Taoist."

"The Dao?" Zhao Yuxian laughed loudly: "The Dao is pregnant with longevity! I am not a sage either. Since I came here, I watched with cold eyes. I also have blood on my hands. Pindao slaughtered Sirius and Mo for a golden elixir. Jiao, why aren't you a blood-debt executioner? Wu Qinghong, you don't have to hold it like this. If you really can't stand it, just leave. If you choose to stay, then open your eyes and watch, the last fairyland in the world The scene of destruction, imprinting this scene in memory is also what we, as 'villains', should do."

"What a villain...is this the way of heaven?" Wu Qinghong sneered.

"The way of nature is natural, what is the monster race and human race under the sky?" Zhao Yuxian sneered: "The gate of heaven collapsed, the great way disappeared, and the immortal way of longevity is no longer the food that came in the past. You can't wait, you can only do it." Robber thing."

Wu Qinghong was silent for a long time, and asked, "Why don't you do it yourself?"

Zhao Yuxian had a rare stern look, and said flatly: "The trapped beast is still fighting."

"Tiger?"

"dragon."

As soon as the words were spoken, the sky suddenly darkened, the sun set, the slanting light disappeared at the end of the sky, and the sky and the earth were eclipsed.

Thousands of ghosts looked up to the sky and roared like a storm.

As night fell, Luo Wuxiu, king of hell, could not wait to be at the foot of Guyun Fairy Mountain the moment the daylight faded.

In front of him was a white-haired girl who was blocked by iron chains and collapsed on the ground. Hades sneered and pressed the soles of her feet.

Being stepped on her back by a foot, the piercing pain made her face paler, but she gritted her teeth and refused to cry out.

"Backbone... Really backbone."

He squeezed his five fingers slowly, and the sundial not far away cracked and then shattered into powder.

"Time is up."

A knife slipped out of Luo Wuxiu's sleeve. The knife was made of bones. It took 300 years to make, soaked in the blood pool for 300 years, and it took another 300 years to start. This knife was named Shura by him. With this knife, many, many heads were chopped off, the bloody traces of human race, monster race, and high-grade monks could not be washed away. It was the last cry of despair left by countless creatures.

The Shura Knife greedily sucked the huge Yin Qi, as well as the despair and death that remained in the fairyland. The land that was once full of vitality has now been reduced to a scorched land of death. The flowers and plants are withered, and the trees are withered. excited.

Under this knife, it depends on whether you are an righteous god or whether you are a king kong or not. All of them will be separated from each other, and your soul will be scattered.

There was a roar, and a white rainbow rolled down from the mountain and landed on the ground. The blood on the fur of the majestic white tiger was still wet.

Yan Wang looked at Baihong falling from the mountain, pressed the knife on the girl's neck, and pulled her hair: "Have you considered it? I gave you three days. Now, give me a satisfactory answer... is to continue?" Guard that door, or let your daughter be safe."

The white tiger, who looked more like a raging demon than a righteous god, growled, "You think I'll believe you?"

"You have no choice." Hades played with taste: "I can kill her, and then attack!"

"..."

"How many times can you stop it? Once, twice or three times, even if this king has retired, there are others." Yan Wang sneered: "It is not difficult for a first-rank realm to suppress your small island."

Bai Zhengshen stared at Hades, and said hoarsely: "After all, I want to destroy my family. If that's the case, why should I let you get what you want?"

Luo Wuxiu slowly grasped the Asura Saber with five fingers, narrowed his eyes, and sneered in a low voice: "You are really stupider than I imagined... I wasted three days of my king's time, you and those evildoers don't want to die too easily."

Bai Zhengshen's golden eyes soared: "Monster?!"

Amidst the roar of the tiger, Bai Guang hit the gate of hell.

Luo Wuxiu smirked and stood up with his saber: "I don't know what is good and what is bad, this king cut off your soul today and left your skeleton as a mount!"

He waited for three days, but it wasn't all because he was anxious to wait for Bai Zhengshen. The reason why he did this was another real purpose.

When the other party recovers, take a breath.

Luo Wuxiu, as the King of Hades of the first rank of Ghost Dao, is also a lunatic, bloodthirsty and violent, beheading the mountain god is of great benefit to him, and this group of monsters can be killed and transformed into a new force among his ghosts. He took the initiative to attack Naturally, the entire fairyland didn't want to keep the creatures here alive, otherwise it would be thankless, so why should he do it?

Wasted so much time, but also for a good mountain god tiger bone.

Since the monster race became the hunting target of the human race, they themselves have become excellent breaking materials.

Luo Wuxiu is fanatical in his heart. Once he eats the entire Mingyue Township, his strength will increase by several tens, and he will be one step closer to the realm of ghosts and immortals.

Bai Zhengshen transformed into a human form in an instant, raised his right hand and hammered heavily in the center of his chest, the golden light radiated, spread out, and turned into ripples visible to the naked eye, like a Honglu bell. He broke through the golden light and chopped it on Bai Zhengshen's arm, but there was no scene of a severed arm, and the golden aura wrapped around his body like armor.

The moment the two sides clashed, the aftermath had already rushed to an altitude of 300 meters.

The three first-rank masters all watched with cold eyes, keeping their expressions calm.

Luo Wuxiu slashed his sword, the ghost energy almost condensed into a hundred-foot peak, and fell head-on.

He squanders his aura so much, but he is not afraid of damaging his origin at all. With ghosts and ghosts and millions of ghost soldiers and generals, his aura is almost endless.

The biggest difference between the ghost cultivator and the ordinary system also comes from this. Because the former has no physique, there is no possibility of consolidating the foundation and cultivating talents, so you can lose as much as you take. Therefore, a low-grade ghost cultivator is like a gambler, who puts all his background on the gambling table. If he wins, his value will skyrocket, and if he loses, he will be wiped out.

Luo Wuxiu's random knife almost canceled out the ten cold and heat cultivation bases of the third-rank Yin god, even in the eyes of the same first-rank, it was a waste of money.

Since the country is already rich, so what if it spends a lot of money?

Bai Zhengshen held up both hands, resisting the saber, the aura of the saber was imminent, he carried the saber and passed over it, the golden thunder billowed on his arms, crushing the mountain of ghost aura, the spreading aftermath exploded, leaving a deep hole on the ground A gap of ten feet.

The thunder condensed and turned into a long whip in his hand, and the whip swept away.

Luo Wuxiu pressed down on the saber, flicked his sleeves lightly, and the dark fire rolled down from the palm of his hand. The flame rolled to the ground, and he dragged the saber upwards. The blazing fire and saber aura intertwined into a magnificent scenery, like a dark flame tide, engulfing the golden thunder in an instant.

Borrowing the power of the earth's veins, Bai Zhengshen put one hand on the ground, resisting the impact of the tide, the golden light broke and healed, and blood was seen again.

He didn't dare to retreat, nor did he dare to dodge.

Because behind him is Guyun Xianshan and his daughter.

Luo Wuxiu also counted on this point, and deliberately aimed at the range of this place. He knew that the other party had no way to hide, so he decided to hunt the beast. The wild beast with its cubs tied up can't go away, so it can only stay here. Bit by bit until the blood was drained.

The situation has come to this point, in fact, there is nothing to say about the follow-up.

Wu Qinghong's hand unconsciously caressed the hilt of the sword in his hand, as if hesitating whether to drop the sword, so as to prevent the father and daughter from being tortured again.

Even if it is to die directly, it is better than being reduced to an immortal ghost puppet.

The Taoist-like Zhao Yuxian looked thoughtfully at the tall bronze man standing on the rocks by the sea.

Zhao Yuxian lived for more than 300 years, and this bronze drum ancestor is similar. Taoism can live for thousands of years, but Buddhism can last for 300 years. The other party is undoubtedly anxious, otherwise he would not have directly suppressed the Guanyin sect with a palm, and now he is standing in a dry place. Beside the reef, there was no movement for more than three days.

It's impossible to die of old age at this juncture, right?

The four first ranks seem to work together, but in fact they seem to be in harmony.

There will be no conflicts before finding Longmen, but no one knows what will happen after that.

Impossible not to be on guard.

The sound of fierce conflict temporarily disrupted Zhao Yuxian's thinking.

Bai Zhengshen roared and slammed into the enemy, Luo Wuxiu waved the Shura knife in his hand with a smirk, and slashed down one after another, making the ground that was already riddled with holes even more messy.

Dozens of strokes in a head-on collision, and there is no palm technique. In the eyes of the swordsman, purely barbaric behavior, but the long-spirited first-grade Bai Zhengshen is undoubtedly completely at a disadvantage. The huge yin energy provided by Bing was squandered like rain, and it seemed too irrational to fight with swords.

Bai Zhengshen's hands were covered with blood, and the speed of wound healing could not catch up with the speed of damage. Shura Dao pierced his skin to the bone, and at one point almost cut off his entire right arm. Regardless of the severe pain, he bit the knife, trying to This Asura Saber is solid to death.

Hearing a sneer, Yan Wang didn't rush to draw the knife, but punched the opponent's forehead. Bai Zhengshen bit the back of the knife and staggered back. It seemed a slight movement, but the ground tore out visible cracks. Blood spattered between his brows, and the golden thunder and blood in his eyes were intertwined.

Luo Wuxiu swung more than a dozen punches in a row, but he still couldn't break free. He felt irritable, and he drew the knife suddenly. The Shura knife rubbed against the white tiger's teeth, sparks were produced, and the knife could not be pulled out smoothly, only halfway out. He was even more furious, and kicked From the abdomen of this lifeless monster, he pulled out another weapon from the ghost gate of the underworld with his backhand, and stabbed Bai Zhengshen who was flying in the sky.

The astonishing move was not fully implemented, but it also knocked back Bai Zhengshen who was in the air by a hundred feet.

Luo Wuxiu twisted his waist, and after gaining momentum for a short time, he threw the bone spear in his hand. The spear that pierced through the air rotated and drove the dark wind. From a distance, it looked like a huge spiral awl and a huge drill bit.

Bai Zhengshen clasped his hands together, clasped the front of the spear, his feet sank into the ground, and swore to the death that he would not give up half a step. His whole body was covered with countless cracks, and blood stained the ground with a radius of ten feet red.

The spear was stopped with difficulty.

Bai Zhengshen's hands hang down, from fingertips to elbows, there is no flesh and blood, only bones.

The golden thunder and the aura of the earth veins are still trying their best to mend, but the speed is far behind the speed of damage.

His burly body was about to collapse, but with his last breath, he stubbornly and stubbornly stood in front of Bai Jun'er.

Bai Zhengshen's eyes still haven't lost the fighting spirit of anger.

But the black air waves that followed shattered the residual aura of the earth veins on his body, and the impacts again and again were like waves cutting flesh.

Luo Wuxiu came to Bai Zhengshen, raised his hand and slammed it on the top of his head, and said with a grinning smile, "Kneel down!"

Hades is not satisfied with the last dying struggle of this evildoer, too heroic is not enough, the death is miserable enough.

When the fist fell, Bai Zhengshen's left leg broke, and when another fist fell, his other leg twisted and bent.

The aura of Xianshan was completely disintegrated, Bai Zhengshen was almost dying, and fell on his back in front of Bai Jun'er.

Bai Jun'er crawled up to his father and hugged him tightly.

A shadow fell over the girl.

The first-rank Yan Wang, who likes to torture and kill opponents, is condescending and spreads his palms towards her.

"It doesn't matter if you don't say anything. After I refine your souls and bones... you will naturally know the answer I want."

Bai Jun'er fell to the ground, she couldn't do anything except hug her father tightly.

In terms of cultivation, she is far below the first-rank realm. Before such a catastrophe, she is not even counted as a victim, it is just a trivial footnote.

She knew she was dying.

Mingyue Township was burned to the ground, and the people of the clan fled to their deaths. There is no fairyland in the world anymore.

At this moment, her head was empty, and she couldn't even bring up her hatred.

Life is about to usher in the last moment, but instead of thinking about the most hated enemy, she is empty.

I can't remember the usual days when I stayed in Xianxiang, I can't remember the wanton and happy childhood in Huju Mountain, and I can't remember the lazy leisure time lying on the gate of Guanyin Sect and sleeping late.

But she remembers the person she met in Qingshan Temple, who recited that poem; she remembers the taste of canned beef for the first time; He had vowed before that he would take him back to Mingyue Township.

There are still people waiting for her to go back...

How can you die here!

At this moment, she heard her father's difficult whisper.

"... I ate... I..."

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