I Became an Anonymous Boss

Going deeper into the ocean, the soul is like a phantom, which obviously has no mass, but is pulled by the gravitational field formed by the distortion of time and space, and falls endlessly downward. He feels that he has passed through many landscapes. Under the deep sea, he saw The silent volcano, saw the flowing lava, saw the bottomless trench, and a huge marine life.

Then, under the deep sea, something opened its eyes.

He fell into the depths of a trench, and after a trance, he found himself in a dark landscape.

Then many phosphorous fires were lit in the darkness, and the floating flames showed strange colors, illuminating the surrounding scenery.

What surprised him was that even though he fell into the deep sea, there was no water pressure here, and he could even feel the flow of air.

He looked around and saw that this place was an ancient battlefield. There were many weapons on the ground, and there were traces of destruction on the ground. A very prosperous ancient city, no matter how completely destroyed, there are always some traces of civilization... as if it was a specimen deliberately preserved by someone.

In addition, there are two things that caught his attention.

One is the ground, where the blood-red manjusawa blooms in full bloom, and it is all red as far as the eye can see.

The other is located at the other end of the ancient battlefield where Manzhushahua was blooming. There is a very tall stone gate, a simple blue stone gate, and only a lonely gate. There is nothing in front of and behind the gate.

Where is this place?

Shirataki was about to get up from the ground to take a look, but just now when he tried to get up with his palms on the ground, he felt an astonishing heavy pressure.

He twisted his neck, only to find that he couldn't even move a little finger.

On his limbs, there are a total of eight stone pillars suppressing him, and every two stone pillars form a door.

pregnancy!die!stop!hurt!Du!scene!Shocked, there were eight doors in total, and a huge weight poured in, firmly nailing him in place.

I don't know where this pressure came from. Shirataki boasted that he had the ability to move mountains. Even if his body was blocked, the true form of the demon and the vision of the king could be triggered by spiritual power. He continued to try to break through with a series of bursts The sound of the sound, the ground shook violently, and the spider web-like cracks continued to spread. The power of the two sides contended made the manjushahua here sway and tremble in the wind.

Every time he tried to raise his head, he was pressed down even lower, and his whole body was pressed down into a solid wooden letter on the ground.

"Grass!" Bai Taki, who ate a mouthful of dust and gravel, took a sip: "I really think of me as a monkey grandson, to the north, where the hell is this place!"

At this time, a voice answered his question.

"Here is the grave."

"The tomb of an era that has ended."

From under the huge bluestone gate in the distance, an old man walked, walking unhurriedly, but came to the front from far to near in a few blinks of an eye.

The old man was dressed in monotonous clothes, standing in the sea of ​​coquettish flowers all over the mountains and plains, exuding an indescribable dead air all over his body, like a gravedigger and a gravekeeper.

Although he is said to be an old man, in reality, judging from his appearance, he is not old at all, and looks young, without any wrinkles or long white beard.

But no matter who saw him at first glance, he would not recognize him as a young man. He is indeed an old man. Half of his body has stepped into the loess, and he can't find the slightest vitality of a living person. Old age.

The old man guarding the tomb walked closer, glanced at Shirataki, and the gossip formation on his back, and he understood it at a glance.

Shirataki looked at him and asked, "Who are you?"

The old man guarding the tomb did not look down at him, but sat on the ground.

He smiled: "It's just an old guy who is dying."

Shirataki didn't speak, closed his eyes to accumulate strength, and continued to compete with the thing behind him, but within a few seconds he let out another oops, and was thrown into the pit again, and the ground was sunken another ten centimeters.

"I %￥%￥#..." Bai Taki cursed.

"Young people are too angry. It will make you feel better if you restrain your mind and don't fight." The other party advised.

"You think I'm Jesus, and when someone slaps me on the left cheek, I still have to smile and ask him to slap me on the right cheek?" Shirataki sank his five fingers into the ground, and sneered, "I don't think you are a good person, I was slapped Come down, fall on your territory, and say that you have nothing to do with the other party, I will not believe it."

The old man who guarded the tomb was not angry, and said slowly: "Then you keep trying, I'm not in a hurry, when you lose your breath and give up, let's chat slowly."

Shirataki restrained his sneer, and lay down directly: "If you have something to say, I can't take it seriously when you're here."

The old man who guarded the tomb looked strange.

Bai Taki stared: "When you are writing an essay, there is an invigilator standing behind you, can you not be distracted?"

The old man guarding the tomb said softly: "You really don't look like a demon with such a slippery personality."

Shirataki's eyes were suddenly alert.

The old man who guarded the tomb continued: "I said that this is a tomb, which belongs to the relics of the past... Before the prosperity of the human age, the world was actually very complicated. In today's world, no matter whether it is a foreign race or a demon, it belongs to the past era. The remaining ones, in the era when the world was belonged to the dragon clan and the land was divided by monsters, there were even places beyond the sky, and even the world of magic burials. Those have become past tense, and there are actually very few left in this world. "

He caressed a pillar of Bianhua with his palm: "The ruins you see were magnificent and beautiful scenery in the past. This place was once the residence of the Dragon Clan of the Four Seas, one of the seven Dragon Palaces, and the only one preserved as a ruin The ruins of the Dragon Palace."

Shirataki looked around and said 'Oh' with a blank face.

The old man who guarded the tomb recovered from his contemplation, and he sighed softly: "I'll tell you, you don't understand either."

"You know that I don't understand and you still say it?" Bai Taki stared, furious: "I asked you to tell me this?"

"Then what do you want to know? How to get out?" The old grave guard narrowed his eyes and said with a smile, "That's not up to me, and if you come here, you will probably end up like me."

"Ah?" Bai Taki raised his eyebrows: "What's the end? Become like you? Then I'd rather kill myself."

"I'm afraid it will be difficult even to commit suicide." The old grave guard laughed at himself: "I said that this is the ruins of the Dragon Palace and the tomb. I am the one who guards the cemetery here, but at the same time, I also guard another thing."

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"Dragon Gate." The old man pointed to the blue stone gate in the distance: "This is the last relic left by the Dragon Clan."

When Bai Taki heard this, his heart was shocked, the Dragon Gate, which the Yaozu had been looking for for so long, was actually hiding here?

He glanced at the bluestone gate, and asked strangely: "Why do I feel like you are lying to me? Is it the Longmen that is so poor?"

The old man asked: "What do you think is the so-called Longmen?"

Shirataki opened his mouth, he thought for a while and said, "You can become a dragon's gate by jumping over it."

The old man who guarded the tomb shook his head: "Dragon Gate and Heaven Gate are the same. If you cross the Dragon Gate, you can shed your mortal body and turn into a real dragon. The legend is so, but in fact... this kind of statement is beautified, and it cannot be said to be completely correct. Concealed a considerable part of the objective facts."

Shirataki asked, "What is it?"

The old man who guarded the tomb stopped at a critical moment.

The corners of Shirataki's eyes twitched, like a reader whose chapters have been broken.

He stopped talking, and the old man spoke again: "The meaning of the majesty's suppression of you here is actually very straightforward. It is nothing more than wanting you to stay here and be honest, not to hinder them."

Bai Taki nodded and said, "He's scared, he's afraid of me."

The old man said indifferently: "If he can suppress you once, he will naturally be able to suppress you a second time."

Shirataki stared and said, "Are you honest?"

The old man guarding the tomb asked, "Are you anxious to get out?"

Shirataki said without hesitation, "Nonsense."

The old man asked again: "Are you worried about what will happen outside?"

Bai Taki kept silent, worried for sure, Taishang Daojun stayed in Mingyue Township, and he was suppressed here, how long can the family and country he left behind last?I'm afraid it may not be able to stop this real land fairy.

The old man looked far away and said: "You can rest assured that he won't do it..."

Shirataki ignored it: "It doesn't count if you say it."

The old man said to himself: "You don't want to talk to me for the time being, and you are also concerned about changes in the outside world. How about this? After you finish reading and calm enough, let's talk slowly. After all, there is still a long time, so don't rush A moment and a half..."

When Shirataki was about to ask what he was looking at, the old man waved his hand, and a scene of water and moon appeared in the sky, reflecting the scenery of the overseas fairy island.

……

The moment Shirataki was shot down, the home country he left behind had essentially disintegrated.

Without this barrier, Bai Jun'er rushed down the fairy mountain all the way.

She didn't even know how she had the courage to rush over.

Facing the Taoist priest in the painting who could easily suppress Shirataki, she didn't feel any fear.

All I have inside is anger and sadness.

She picked up the weapons that fell on the ground, picked up the tribulation thunder that had slipped from Shirataki's hand, and rushed towards the enemy.

However, it was in vain. The moment she swung her weapon down, her whole body was already thrown away.

But Bai Jun'er still swung his weapon, charging again and again, repeating unnecessary attacks.

Taishang Daojun's gaze gradually became indifferent, and he waved his sleeves again to shake Bai Jun'er back, watching her fall into the wall and vomit blood.

"Another time, you will definitely die."

Bai Jun'er didn't wipe off the blood, she put her back against the broken mountain wall, exerted strength on her toes, and tried to support herself to get up, but she could repeat it several times, but she fell down again after struggling to support halfway.

After repeating this a dozen times in vain, she stood up tremblingly again.

The first thing to do is to hold the big ax and raise the weapon.

He moved forward stubbornly again, facing the land god, showing the murderous intent to resist.

The Taishang held the bullwhip in his hand, the murderous intent in his eyes gradually could not be suppressed, he did what he said.

Since he insisted on courting death, he had no reason not to fulfill it.

On Bai Jun'er's death-seeking road, there was an extra figure in white clothes. The girl put one hand on Bai Jun'er's shoulder and the other around her waist. The girl who was already at the end of her strength immediately fell into the arms of that man.

Master Lingshan looked at her distressedly, and stroked the messy hair on her cheek: "Silly girl..."

Bai Jun'er's lips trembled, she grabbed the corner of Master Lingshan's clothes, and said hoarsely: "He, he is dead..."

The girl suppressed her voice, and finally wailed loudly: "He was killed by me...!"

She may never have liked someone so much in her whole life, so when she lost, her heart became empty and dead.

Life and death no longer matter.

"He's not dead." Master Lingshan shook his head lightly, glanced at Bai Taki who had been suppressed into a stone statue by the gossip formation, and said softly: "He was suppressed...you are very tired, sleep well and sleep for a while. It’s good to wake up.”

Bai Jun'er couldn't cry, the injury was too serious, and soon passed out in her arms.

Master Lingshan fed her a elixir, and immediately got up and looked back to face the Taoist ancestor.

"How should I address you?" Venerable Lingshan said slowly, "Taishang Daojun, or the first suzerain?"

"The title is free, Pindao doesn't care about these."

"Impoverished? Isn't this an immortal?" Master Lingshan ridiculed the other party's arrogance.

Seeing that the other party did not answer, Master Ling Shan took a step forward and said in a deep voice: "Heavenly beings, since they have passed through the gate of heaven, why do they still interfere in human affairs?"

Taishang said flatly: "Entrusted by others, I will return to the mortal world."

Master Lingshan sneered: "Entrusted by your own sambhogakaya?"