I Became an Anonymous Boss

The corner of the prince's mouth rose wildly.

"I want to pass on the throne to the crown prince, and hope that the officials will assist the crown prince, Zhao Hou, to govern the Great Qin, so that the prosperous age will not fall..."

The prince was about to laugh out loud.

"However..." Liu Gui's tone changed: "Since I fell into a coma, the crown prince actually wanted to assassinate me and seize the throne. If he is so unfilial and not a son of man, how can he succeed the emperor? He should be stripped of his position in the East Palace and abolished. Use it as an example to others!"

The prince's smile suddenly disappeared.

ah?What happened?what are you saying?

Me, when did I assassinate my father, ah, are you slandering those who don’t understand the Basic Law?

The prince was still in a daze, and his mind was severely impacted and shocked.

Liu Gui didn't give him time to react at all. The next moment, he threw an imperial decree into the sky. The yellow imperial decree fluttered in the wind. The eunuch's eyes stared at the prince Zhao Hou, and a majestic and mournful feeling spread out.

"By His Majesty's order, Your Highness, please be punished!"

In the horrified sight of everyone, Liu Gui, the great eunuch who can kill the Heavenly King Realm, erupted his true energy like a cry of ghosts from his palms, and hit the center of Zhao Hou's chest, which was powerful enough to instantly kill the prince.

Scream devours the Temple of Heaven.

The chaos begins.

Chapter five hundred and sixth is about to burn

No one expected that Liu Gui dared to do anything.

He actually made a move, and it was a deadly move.

This distance is too short, close to the body, less than two or three steps, even a master of the Heavenly King Realm realizes that he may save someone without warning.

Fomalhaut had already grasped the kung fu knife, but he was unable to draw it in time, not because he was not fast enough, but because he hesitated.

Because of the decree.

If he wants to save the prince, it means killing Liu Gui, and killing Liu Gui means that he must deny the rationality of the imperial decree.

If this is the case, the title of Dazhu Kingdom will be ruined.

However, there is no hesitation in the decision of the moment.

Liu Gui's palms erupted into screams like ghosts crying gods, the majestic zhenqi spread, as deep as the undercurrent of the tide, and the heart-wrenching palm of anger was reflected on Zhao Hou's heart. This is not punishment, but death .

Zhao Hou felt for a moment that he might be dying, but he kept a life-saving talisman.

The rosary beads made of bodhi seeds hidden in the sleeve emit a soft light.

"Amitabha……"

The spiritual thoughts poured into it from the Arhat realm turned into golden Sanskrit and enveloped Zhao Hou's body, turning into an impenetrable barrier, blocking the burning fire.

Arhats are stronger than Vajra Realm, they are the top three in Buddhism, and there are only five Arhats in the world.

When Liu Gui saw the Sanskrit, he realized that it was the one from the Bodhi Temple who wanted to save the life of Prince Zhao Hou.

But not only did he not retreat, but he grinned grimly, withdrew his right palm and lifted his left hand, another completely different energy spread, this time it was a heat wave.

A touch of true red lighted up in the palm of his hand, and a touch of fire was like a prairie fire. Old Ghost Liu struck out with another palm, and the fire burned the runes like a fire burning a golden wall.

The majestic eruption of the true red fire seemed endless, burning and erupting like a red lotus karma.

The golden Sanskrit script is illegible, and the rosary of Bodhi seeds is burned to ashes by the flames.

This palm still hit the prince, but its power was not much, not even [-]% real power.

Even so, Prince Zhao Hou was still slapped on the heart with a palm, and his body hit the Yongzhen Mountain and River Cauldron like a cannonball, and a mouthful of blood spurted out against the sky.

The Kubo monk who was far under the tree in the White Horse Temple opened his eyes, and the wonderful monk in white frowned and said in a low voice: "The will of the holy fire..."

Old Ghost Liu succeeded with one blow, but he didn't make a second blow, and he didn't have the chance to make a second shot.

Cao Zhong in the rear was like a raging bull, crushing the steps, charging forward, pulling away with a thousand-ton force, and punching up.

Old Ghost Liu no longer concealed the power of the fire light in his left hand, the flames circled around, fist to fist.

The two famous eunuchs confronted each other blatantly, and ten floors of the steps of the Temple of Heaven collapsed.

The two retreated separately, Cao Zhong moved his body and landed near the prince, he looked at Zhao Hou who was dying, and looked at the palm marks left on his chest, the burning breath still remained on his skin.

The eunuch's eyes were about to crack: "This trick is the Holy Fire Order! You are a member of the Devil's Cult!"

Old Ghost Liu held his palms in vain and did not answer, but said indifferently: "The minister has fulfilled His Majesty's wish... After this, a certain family will no longer be the eunuch of Daqin."

"You think you can go?" Cao Zhong said angrily.

Old Ghost Liu glanced at Cao Zhong, and said calmly: "Your Majesty has passed away, and the crown prince is the one who bears the blood of the real dragon... Blood staining the mountains and rivers, you probably don't know what it means."

As soon as the words fell, the Yongzhen Mountain and River Cauldron hummed.

The reverberation like a bell spread from the mountain and river tripod, resounding all over the Temple of Heaven, and there was a leisurely dragon chant hidden in this sound.

That is the dragon vein is turning over.

Dragon veins are not permanent, they will change over time, just like the positions of the Big Dipper and Polaris in the sky are also shifting over time, mountains and rivers are constantly 'growing taller', and so are dragon veins. The function of Yongzhen Shanhe Ding is to restrain the dragon veins here, and absorb the luck to feed back to Daqin. Once the restraint is loosened, the dragon veins will turn over and try to escape.

The generals are fine, but they feel that the voice is a little deafening.

But the reaction of the civil servants was that they were all bad. Even the great scholars and high priests in the realm of governing the country turned pale and collapsed on the ground. The beast shadows of luck, cranes, golden pheasants, and peacocks, the power of luck is slowly dissipating, and at the same time, the physical strength and strength of these scholars are also taken away.

Their awe-inspiring righteousness lasts forever, but their bodies are too weak and have no physical strength, and it is difficult to move their fingers, let alone speak the words of saints.

The higher the realm, the stronger the influence of Daqin luck, and the side effects of the evaporation of luck caused by the instability of Yongzhen Mountain and River Cauldron will be more obvious.

Even if it was the contemporary sacrificial wine, several people fell down and sat down dizzily.

The left and the right looked at each other, realizing the wide influence of this, the civil servants have really become helpless scholars for the time being.

I had to leave a little bit of strength and join hands to do it. The two are today's extremely high-level Confucianists, and the three ranks are in the realm of the world.

The left-handed Taoist paints the land as a city, and the right-handed Taoist has a literary heart.

The two teamed up to temporarily maintain the weakness of the civil servants group. Although luck passed, they would not be fatal.

But it must have lost its combat power, leaving only the illusory city tower constructed with awe-inspiring righteousness, drawing a boundary between Chu River and Han on the ground.

"The Shanhe Cauldron in Yongzhen has failed, the dragon's pulse has turned over, and the Great Qin is in danger." Guozijian said in a weak voice.

"Fomaluoshimen, whether you want to be a minister or a great pillar country, you must first have the Great Qin..." The academician of the Imperial Academy also gritted his teeth.

Fomalhaut glanced at the two gray-haired old men, and sighed in his heart, if he didn't take action, these two people would not be able to impeach him to death, and he would definitely not lose a good reputation in future generations.

He stepped out of the terrain of the Chuhe-Han boundary, hesitating in his heart whether to draw his sword.

Suddenly there was another surprise, and the imperial army outside the Temple of Heaven was torn apart by a force, like a pair of scissors cutting cloth, and the black robes drove straight in.

The face of the black robe was revealed during the fight, and he took off his turban, revealing a face covered with tattoos.

The crying man stared at the Yongzhen Mountain and River Cauldron, the vibration of the earth's dragon veins was very clear, he was ecstatic: "The loss of luck, the failure of the Mountain and River Cauldron, is the opportunity to regain the sacred object of my teaching! Everyone, grab the tripod!"

The face of the general of the forbidden army changed drastically: "It's the Wuji Demon Sect! Come on, stop..."

Before he could finish speaking, his neck was broken by the crying man, and his body was thrown aside.

More than thirty black shadows rushed towards the Temple of Heaven at the same time. Without the blessing of luck, the Temple of Heaven is no longer such a dangerous place. The place of mountains and rivers in Yongzhen is an excellent place for fighting, the Colosseum.

At that time, heaven and earth heard the sound of thunder, and the scabbard in Fomalhaut's hand sank an inch into the ground.

No one could see him draw his sword, only heard a roar of thunder, and the thunder roared past.

More than thirty black shadows left less than one-third of the people still alive.

The crying man raised his arms and took three steps back, leaving a pothole under his feet, and thunder exploded in the pothole.

The Minister of the Ministry of War held the knife in his backhand, and the weeping man vowed not to back down.

The confrontation between the two heavenly kings is inevitable, just as the sky is turning upside down.

……

Outside Ying Tianqiao, several armored generals dropped to the ground on one knee: "I have seen Yan Shuai!"

In the heavy snow, the vendors on both sides of the street have disappeared, only a group of sharp men in armor gathered in the center of the royal road, all of them are elites, who have been gradually discharged from the army according to the plan a few years ago. And those who changed their names and surnames penetrated into the imperial capital and became people from all walks of life, including scholars, farmers, businessmen and commerce.

Today, these people have regrouped according to a piece of cipher text, and the number is [-]. Including the [-] people brought back, there are a total of more than [-] people. This is a short period of time. The elite soldiers of the Zhenbei Army that can be assembled are far less than one-tenth of the entire Zhenbei Army.

Yan Yunyan put on armor and went into battle. She shouted before the battle: "Your Majesty was killed by the crown prince, as evidenced by the imperial decree of General Manager Liu. Today, there is only one battle to get the seal and tiger symbol to order the three armies, everyone! The prosperity of the Great Qin Dynasty cannot be broken. Follow me into the Forbidden City. On the side of the Qing emperor, abolish the crown prince, follow me to attack the city!"

Four thousand iron armors responded with a bang, advancing towards the Forbidden City, and the iron armored riders almost crushed the backbone of Ying Tianqiao.

Rhetoric is just a righteous name.

Yan Yunyan found this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and she planned to use these [-] people to conquer the Forbidden City.

However, this was a war with a disparity between victory and defeat, because the number of defenders in the Forbidden City was maintained at more than [-] all year round, including the reserve army and the city defense army of the imperial capital, there were a total of [-] people, and it was still a siege battle, which was like hitting a stone with a pebble.

But Yan Yunyan was just sneering, how could she be unprepared, all the preparations are ready, there is no shortage of her eyes and ears and dark sons in the forbidden army, it is not a piece of iron bucket at all, now the emperor is dead, the prince has been deposed, what about the guards of the forbidden city There may still be an iron-like military spirit, the odds of winning are already in her hands!

The only thing to worry about is the Heavenly King Realm...

In the middle of Yingtian Bridge, there is a charming woman holding an umbrella standing in the white snow.

Yan Qixia walked by one side, saw the umbrella raised, Xia Houmei cast her gaze, the two exchanged glances, and reached a silent agreement.

Xia Houmei will stay here, she will not block people from the court, she will only block people in the Jianghu, after all the affairs of the imperial court belong to the court, and the affairs of the Jianghu belong to the Jianghu.

As long as a heavenly king stands here, it is an invisible deterrent.

……

In the Forbidden City, two gray-haired old men came to the court of Princess Zhen Guo.

Xiuyu looked at the two elders, and at a glance they could tell each other's identities, Daqin enshrined, one at the Saint Yuan Realm, and one at the Wuji Realm.

Seeing the appearance of the second elder, Xiuyu's expression changed, she bit her lip.

"Yongzhen Mountain and River Cauldron failed, and dragon and snake rose from the land." Ku Gong said.

"It's time, Your Highness Xiuyu, please come with us." Rong Gongfeng also said.

"...Yes." Xiuyu didn't resist, didn't waver, didn't feel sad, just nodded silently.

She knew that sooner or later she would usher in this day, just like the princesses of Zhen Guo in the past.

Born in Fanyue Valley, died in the Burial King Cave.