I Became an Anonymous Boss

The King of Hades howled and died, his Qi disappeared, becoming an insignificant footnote in the ink-colored scroll.

Shirataki took back the scrolls and dispersed the scrolls, and the gate of ghosts in front of them also returned to peace because they lost their masters.

He now has two choices, one is to take the ghost gate for his own use, including the hundreds of thousands of ghosts left inside; the other is to seal the gate so that it can never be opened again, but its entrance and exit Will stay here forever.

After a while, the gate of hell is closed.

Shirataki moved his shoulder, his wound was still aching, but the broken half of his hand had grown back.

He said via voice transmission: "I thought you would run away, after all the Taoist sect wants to hide, and it is not so easy for me to find you."

The leader of the Taoist sect riding the black tiger fell to the ground.

Zhao Yuxian remained pale. He glanced at Wu Qinghong's body, then at the closed and silent ghost gate, and then at the golden reef.

He asked in a low voice: "...the three first-ranks all died at your hands, isn't that enough?"

"I don't understand when you say that." Bai Taki pointed to the ground under his feet: "This is what this place should look like?"

Zhao Yuxian said: "Isn't it worthwhile to trade a few monsters for three first-rank lives?"

Bai Taki laughed: "It's all about fate, where is the high or low? Do you think first grade is so precious? Children who learn arithmetic know that murder pays for life, and the same is true for accomplices. It's a pity that no one in the world can judge you. Let me do it."

He sighed: "With Fang Xuanji's lessons learned, you are still dissatisfied. You have to do something outrageous, otherwise you will feel uncomfortable. I really don't understand... It's hard to live well?"

Zhao Yuxian said coldly: "Live well? The Tianmen collapsed, and there is no hope for me to ascend, how can I live well! This life has come to an end, and I live with my spirit. If I lose this spirit, I would be better off walking dead."

Bai Taki sneered: "Could it be that people in heaven are superior to others? Let your tireless pursuit."

Zhao Yuxian said: "You will never change the thoughts of the people of the world."

Shirataki said indifferently, "I thought you were going to say something, but I didn't expect the last words to be all that?"

Zhao Yuxian tugged at the sleeves of his robe, and laughed loudly: "You will understand later... the us today are also you in the future."

Bai Taki said calmly, "There won't be that day."

Zhao Yuxian stared at him, showing a strange smile, which gradually became undisguised.

The leader of Daozong laughed, laughed, laughed wildly, like crazy.

"You're right, there won't be that day."

He wiped the corners of his eyes, and the palms of his hands were bright red. At some point, blood began to overflow from the center of his brows and pupils, bleeding from the seven orifices.

It took only a few words for Zhao Yuxian to transform from an immortal Taoist priest to a lunatic Taoist priest.

He coughed up blood and said, "Aren't you curious why they came here to look for Longmen?"

Before Bai Taki could speak, he asked himself and answered, "I... secretly guided these people here."

Bai Taki raised his killing intent almost instantly, he stared at Zhao Yuxian coldly, waiting for the other party's next words.

The leader of Dao Zong's voice was hoarse, and he continued to speak tremblingly.

"Look at the Buddhist temple, whose golden body is whitewashed; look at the Taoist temple, whose sculpture is repaired."

"People all over the world bow their heads unconsciously, pray sincerely for the clay idols sitting in the main hall of Taoist temples, and offer their faith. They enjoy the incense of the world for thousands of years, and they feel at ease."

"Why? Have you considered it? Do you think the world is meaningless to them?"

"Do you really think that the heavenly beings who have crossed the gate of heaven can transcend the mundane and have no more desires?"

His eyes were bloodshot and he sneered.

"of course not."

"Why are the land gods crossing the gate of heaven, but they are still called land gods?"

"Of course it's because these gods are actually still people on the ground, and they need the energy supply from the earth. Whether it's incense, belief, or anything else, it's all a gift from the heavens to the world."

"It's just that this is not enough. After the Tianmen, how does the earth immortal gain the vitality of the human world? It's actually very simple... just go to the human world again."

"They will cut off a part of themselves, throw it into the world for reincarnation, and carefully plan the path he should take."

"These people are pawns made by the earth immortals for themselves."

"The qi they got, the part that dissipates after death, the rest can be obtained by the heavenly beings. If they are lucky, they can cross the gate of heaven, and the two sides become one, and the qi can last for another thousand years."

Hearing this, Shirataki felt a little creepy.

If there are many chess pieces like this in the world, what will it be like?

A puppet show in the human world with a group of heavenly beings pulling silk threads?

If there is such a thing, is he himself a part cut out by the demon?

Steady mind.

Bai Taki looked at Zhao Yuxian: "You know so well, it seems...you are also one of them?"

Zhao Yuxian was bleeding profusely from his seven orifices. He smiled and said, "That's right, Pindao had an accident, and he was a step late. It was precisely because he was collecting energy for the person behind the Tianmen that he knew what the sky looked like."

He let out a sigh: "Pindao wants to go back... It's a pity that the gate of heaven has been blocked. Now that the poor is dead, he is doomed to be unable to go back. The only way is to leave this dragon gate."

Bai Taki asked: "What is the relationship between the Dragon Gate and the Heaven Gate?"

Zhao Yuxian answered quickly: "One is for the monster race and the other is for the human race. There is not much difference."

Bai Taki asked again: "Can the Dragon Gate really lead to the sky?"

Zhao Yuxian didn't answer.

Bai Taki asked again: "Are you sure the location of Longmen, the people of Mingyue Township know?"

Zhao Yuxian remained silent.

Shirataki finally asked, "Why did you tell me this?"

Zhao Yuxian finally spoke again: "Tell you, we have something to talk about."

Bai Taki said indifferently: "What are you talking about? How many years do you think I will give you in prison?"

The leader of Daozong laughed again.

His hair was disheveled, his face was unkempt, his eyes were gloomy, and his breath of life was becoming more and more dying.

But Shirataki instinctively felt something was wrong, even agitated, this guy's attitude was too abnormal.

"Don't doubt it, I'm about to die..." Zhao Yuxian said flatly: "The clothes are filthy, the hair is shriveled, the armpits are sweaty, the body is filthy, and I am not happy with this seat... These are the five decays of heaven and man, and the immortals. It can't be saved."

Shirataki took a step back silently.

"It's too late." Zhao Yuxian said hoarsely.

Shirataki's palm lit up with purple lightning.

"Even if you kill me directly, it's useless." Daozong's leader bowed his neck and killed him.

The longevity scroll in front of him automatically burned with a pitch-black flame, and the flames engulfed the scrolls on it.

However, the picture scroll, which should have only nine paintings, continued to extend, turning over an extra scroll, and a tenth figure appeared on it.

At the end of the Longevity scroll is a portrait of a man, whose appearance is blurred, but engraved more clearly in the pitch-black flame.

The person in the painting and Zhao Yuxian looked at each other from an unknown distance. After one glance, Zhao Yuxian sat on the ground, his head drooping, and he just sat down.

The person in the painting absorbed the majestic aura released by Zhao Yuxian after his death and the purple golden lotus flower that symbolized Taoist longevity.

He walked out of the painting, and turned the virtual into the real again.

The person in the painting is wearing a green shirt and Taoist gown, holding the bottom of a celadon bowl with his left hand and a bullwhip with his right.

The appearance was blurred for a moment, but it was almost exactly the same as Zhao Yuxian, the temperament was similar, but it was very different.

At least Zhao Yuxian sees people with his eyes, but the person in the painting has his eyes half closed all the time, and his eyes seem to have eyes but no pearls.

Having eyes but no pearls... Shirataki once heard that there are two kinds of inborn visions related to eyes in this world, one is double pupils, and the other is no pearls.

The former has been princes and generals almost for generations; the latter has only two, one is the first leader of the Black Lotus Sect, and the other is the first land god of Taoism and the founder of Taoism. The founder of the Taoist system... Taishang Qingguang Daojun.

Shirataki kept his mind steady, this was actually not unexpected, perhaps he had expected to fight against the heavenly beings, and besides, the heavenly demons are not dead, at worst, they will die a few times to see through the back of the moves!

Tianmo immediately stared and said, "What are you looking at!"

The person in the painting finally opened his eyes, eyes but no pearls, the eye sockets were pitch black, with purple golden lotuses between his brows, he drove the bullwhip with a wave of his hand.

Almost in an instant, eight beams of light fell from the sky around the overseas fairy island, and the air mechanisms echoed, as if they were one, and a large formation formed in the blink of an eye. Under the will of Shang Daojun.

Dry!Kun!shock!Gen!Leave!Hom!Exchange!Sunda!

This is the innate formation, the way to interpret the basic rules of the three realms, the heaven and earth gossip formation.

When Taishang Daojun uttered a word, it was like an order of pardon for this world.

"If you don't change your stubbornness, you will go to guard the gate for 3000 years."

Shirataki had a premonition that something was wrong, but his reaction was a step slow. He should have unfolded the ink-colored scroll without hesitation, but because of the exhaustion from successive battles, he couldn't open the domain immediately. Jun's voice had already come to a verdict ahead of time, and the bullwhip hit the center of his chest.

There was a clicking sound... Shirataki felt an unprecedented sharp pain, as painful as a craniotomy without anesthesia, but then the pain dissipated again, as if something was broken, and he felt an unprecedented sense of erratic and relaxed .

Opening his eyes, he saw his back standing stiffly in place, quickly solidifying into a lifeless stone sculpture.

This is... Master Gu Yi's Flying Soul Palm?

Shirataki watched helplessly as his soul left his body, no matter how hard he struggled, his body and soul were disconnected.

"Fuck - trough -!"

Shouting for the quintessence of the country, the Heavenly Demon fell in an unknown direction, directly passed through the fairy island, and fell into the cold deep sea all the way.

Chapter 860 The ninth chapter of the Dragon Palace, the work of greedy heaven

From the beginning to the end, the founder of the Taoist system, Taishang Daojun only used one move.

A simple move, grand but straightforward.

The purpose is to strip Shirataki from his body and soul.

Heavenly Demon's body and soul are both extremely strong, and he will not be easily urged to marry him. Even land gods are also afraid of his domain, so he chooses to bypass these two and cut into the weakest area.

It's like cutting off the middle of a dumbbell. No matter how strong the fists on both sides are, they can't fill the emptiness in the center, cut off the connection between soul and body, and push Shirataki's consciousness into the deepest part of the sea of ​​desolation.

This is not such a powerful spell, it can't even break a stubborn rock, but the mana contained and the understanding of the realm are far better than a hundred or a thousand white dragons, and the blow of the antelope's horn cuts into the vital , easily suppressed this heavenly demon who was invincible in the sky and invincible in the world.

Shirataki didn't have time to say anything more, because he couldn't listen to his body at all, and fell endlessly.