I Became an Anonymous Boss

Since ancient times, the person who is most afraid of death is of course the emperor, who obviously already possesses the most powerful power, but he cannot escape death.

This made them unwilling, so it was never uncommon for the emperor to go the wrong way in order to live forever.

The Great Zhou Emperor was one of them, and one of the very few who succeeded.

He has been sleeping in a black coffin for thousands of years, his strength is weakened and his body looks haggard, but he is still alive and has seen the human world thousands of years later.

A pair of skinny bodies were weaker than a centenarian, but the moment he stepped on the ground, the stone steps in front of the Golden Luan Hall trembled, cracked and collapsed as if unable to bear the weight, and one-third of the stone steps collapsed just like that. Cracks emerge.

Emperor Da Zhou looked at the ground, and then at his hands, as if he was not satisfied.

He just woke up, so he couldn't control his strength, like a weak patient who couldn't hold a water glass.

If it was at his peak, he could easily level the palace, but now he just smashed the stone steps.

The envoy and the crying face retreated all the way into the Forbidden City. When they saw the Great Zhou Emperor, they lost their minds for the first moment, and then they looked at each other.

"I have seen the Great Zhou Emperor."

The skinny figure looked at the priest and the weeping man.

He made a skinny voice: "You...are the Black Lotus Sect?"

"The Black Lotus Sect and the Great Zhou Dynasty have been destroyed." The envoy said in a deep voice, "But with you here today, the glory of the Black Lotus Sect can be revived just around the corner."

The crying man wanted to say something, but he noticed the almost weird eyes of Emperor Da Zhou, who looked at them as if he was looking at an object.

Subconsciously, he felt something was wrong, and instead of approaching, he tensed his body faintly.

The sacrificial envoy was very fanatical. He wanted to restore the country, but he couldn't do it on his own, so he pinned all his hopes on the Great Zhou Emperor, hoping that this emperor through the ages could restore the country with his own hands. Zhou, regaining luck and reshaping the Black Lotus Sect.

"Da Zhou, the Black Lotus Sect, no longer exist..." The skinny figure said in a low voice, "It has been so long, more than a thousand years?"

He grinned slowly, letting out a hoarse laugh.

Laughter spread out, turbulent wind and cloud, wind and snow blowing.

"What kind of achievements of the emperor, what kind of dynasty, in the end, it is still no match for time."

"When I woke up, it was already a thousand years later, the dynasty was destroyed, and I was still here."

Emperor Da Zhou spread his hands and looked at the sky: "Heaven, I will definitely defeat you!"

The God Sacrifice Envoy couldn't understand the mood of the Great Zhou Emperor at this time, so he just responded: "Then start with the restoration of the country..."

The emperor let out a sneer: "What a fool... Do you think I still care about this so-called family, country, and world?"

After the sneer, there was a cold stare. Looking at him this time, it was like looking at a dead person.

Worshiping the gods made his heart have a bad omen, and he subconsciously opened the underworld, trying to protect himself.

But the skinny arm under the black robe passed through the space, pierced directly into the underworld, strangled the soul of the third grade Yin god with his bare hands, and tore it back.

The third-rank Yinshen was pulled out from the underworld, and condensed into an illusory human form in mid-air.

"Ghost cultivators...neither human nor ghost, they are congenitally incomplete. Even if they reach the realm of Yin God, they can only hide in the nether world and linger. Even if they become the first-rank Yama, they are destined to stop here for the rest of their lives. Either return to the river of blood or be reincarnated. Reincarnation."

Emperor Da Zhou sarcastically said: "The road to ghosts and immortals has long been cut off. I really don't know why there are so many idiots in the world who take this incomplete road...but this high-grade primordial soul is also a supplement to me."

Shocked, the priest said sharply, "You want to eat me? I'm..."

"Even if the Great Zhou is not destroyed, it's just something in my mouth. I once swallowed the whole world, let alone you, a little Yin God." The Emperor of Great Zhou said indifferently: "So what if the country is restored, I can't let you go down forever." Long live all generations, so what's the use?"

The envoy of worshiping the gods felt chilled, he completely misjudged the emperor.

He thought that no matter how ambitious the emperor was, he was at best a tyrant.

But the Great Zhou Emperor was not, he wanted to live forever, and only allowed him to live forever after taking the lives of all the people.

He has established immortal achievements in the past, and he will not turn back. He only wants to live forever, so the restoration of the country is meaningless to him.

He appeared here only because he was hungry and came to have a meal.

There are buffets everywhere, and there are two more delivered to your door, of course you can't let it go.

To Emperor Zhou, the sacrificial envoy was like a descendant of a fish he had raised, and it was such a plump descendant that it could be directly made into sashimi.

The Great Zhou Emperor threw the primordial soul into his mouth, swallowed the primordial soul of the Yin God like eating jelly beans, a third-rank ghost cultivator, and died just like that, dead...

No face.

"Ah, it's not enough." Emperor Da Zhou wiped his mouth: "It's just desserts, and dinner is needed."

What he lacks is not only the soul, but also blood and vitality.

So he looked at the crying man.

The weeping man who had been prepared for a long time turned his head and ran, with oil on the soles of his feet, so as not to slip too fast.

He regretted it very much, that is, he regretted it very much. He should not have been involved, let alone awaken this terrifying old monster.

This old guy looks like a ginseng fruit to everyone, and he wants to take a bite. The vitality and blood life of the king of heaven is a great tonic for him.

The reason why the sacrificial envoy was instantly killed was because he was undefended and his vitality was severely injured, and his strength could not be used by [-]%, and he underestimated the strength of a warrior in the limit realm.

The crying face man was prepared in advance, opened the vision of the king of heaven and pulled back, retreated extremely quickly, and didn't think about anything else at all.

Even so, he was still caught up by the skinny figure.

"What are you running for?" Emperor Da Zhou said indifferently, "Is it useful?"

One hand clasped the arm of the crying face, and a cold breath poured into the body.

The breath of the crying face leaked into the river, and he felt that his life force, blood, and true energy were all being torn away together.

With a scream from the Heavenly King Realm, he became ruthless and broke an arm directly. The strong man choked his wrist, leaving an arm for the Great Zhou Emperor, and retreated a hundred meters by himself, leaving a series of blood-red footprints on the ground.

"Ha..." Emperor Da Zhou raised his head and wrung out that arm, and drank the blood: "This taste makes people feel fresh and sweet."

The skinny figure seemed to have recovered a little bit of vitality and became a little fuller.

Seeing that the Great Zhou Emperor ate one of his hands, it was like eating a chicken paw, crunchy with every bite, the crying man almost lost his will to fight, and only his survival instinct remained to drive him back.

The Great Zhou Emperor's five fingers formed into claws, and he was about to attack the face of the crying face.

At this time, there was a thunderbolt in the sky and the earth.

With Kun's saber out of its sheath, Fomalhaut received a three-pointer of momentum, and with a flat push of the saber, he achieved [-]% of his power. The heaven and earth heard the startling thunder, and the light of thunder on the earth traveled three thousand feet.

The thunderous flash stopped the Great Zhou Emperor, leaving a layer of scorched marks on his thin skin and palm.

The edge of the knife slightly cut into the tiger's mouth less than half an inch away, but there was no trace of blood.

Followed by the sound of the piano, and a burst of pink halo, the two forces joined forces to bombard the lower abdomen and chest of the Great Zhou Emperor.

The skinny figure in the black robe was hunting, and was repelled by the joint efforts, retreating fifty feet.

For the rest of his life after the catastrophe, the crying face still had lingering fears. He looked at the other heavenly kings and opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

"Bei has no intention of saving you." Fomalhaut put the knife back into its sheath indifferently: "It's just that he can't let him eat people anymore."

"Emperor Zhou, he really is so tyrannical." Xia Houmei bit his nails: "He is really crazy, he even ate the sacrificial envoy."

"If you don't stop him, people will die." Gao Rou said, "Let's join hands."

"The poor monk has no objection." Ku Bo didn't want to leave now.

Xiuyu nodded slightly.

The five people walked past the crying face, regardless of what the demon king thought.

The face of the crying face changed for a while, and finally he sighed dejectedly, took out a pill and stuffed it into his mouth, and adjusted his breath on the spot.

The five Heavenly Kings faced the returning Great Zhou Emperor at the same time. It could not be said that they were united, but at least they wanted to kill the thief.

To be old and not die is to be a thief, and the Great Zhou Emperor was already a thief, and he deserved to die thousands of years ago.

Even the emperor was laughing at this time, maybe he was laughing at the five people's overreaching, or maybe he was satisfied with the five-plate meal delivered to their door.

Heavy snow covers the Forbidden City, and the Heavenly King fights the Great Emperor.

This battle is destined to be famous all over the world, and it is destined to be famous through the ages.

Chapter five hundred and twentieth is not an outsider

Shirataki fell into a coma for a while.

When he opened his eyes again, he was already lying in a quiet room.

He thought of his state before he fell into a coma, and subconsciously shook hands, feeling a gentle touch.

"You can sleep a little longer." Duan Mujin sat on the edge of the bed: "You are seriously injured."

"It's okay." Bai Taki shook his head, he looked at Duan Mujin, his eyes suddenly became complicated.

Although the fact that Yan Qixia and Duan Mujin are the same person made him feel at ease for a short time, but now that he has regained his senses, his mood is even more complicated.

After all, she is Duan Mujin and Yan Qixia.

This sense of misplaced identity made him a little at a loss.

Shirataki clearly knows what he has lost, but he also finds that he has not lost it, and this sense of loss surrounds him.

He glanced at Duan Mujin: "I, I'd better call you Duan Mujin..."

"Pfft..." Duan Mujin burst out laughing: "Of course I am Duan Mujin, even if you call me Yan Qixia, I will agree."

"You don't need to be so lively on purpose, you should look calmer, more like you, no need to imitate her." Shirataki said.

"It's not an imitation, I'm her, or I'm her future." Duan Mujin leaned on the wheelchair, she said softly: "Let's go back."

"go back?"

"Well, go back to the modern age, don't worry about the affairs here." Duan Mujin said seriously: "It will be safer when you go back, you need to rest, you can't even sleep well here, a huge bustling city is completely in chaos If people can escape, if they can escape, if they can disperse, the emperor is dead."

"I don't quite understand what happened now." Bai Taki smiled wryly and shook his head: "I don't understand what's going on, but when I saw someone from the Witch God Sect, I thought there was something wrong with him, and I didn't think about anything. Just rush up and try to kill him."

"That's right." Duan Mujin looked at him: "We are already outsiders, and this has nothing to do with us."

Bai Taki looked at Duan Mujin, and did not refute: "It's appropriate for you to say these words..."

Duan Mujin said: "Go back."

She was aware of some anxiety and urgency in herself.

Shirataki raised his hand, and the boundary gate appeared.