I Became an Anonymous Boss

"It really is an alchemist, as always good at taking advantage of the situation."

"Even the dead can be reincarnated in filth, how does this approach look similar to capitalists?"

The young man walked to the front of the gate and stepped on the pitch-black gate. The sound was like a bell, and the tower of the Sitian Supervisor trembled like a hundred-year-old with a broken waist.

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In Sitianjian, there are actually not many alchemists resident.

The previous generation of supervisors took in a total of less than ten disciples. Long before he and the Southern Tang Emperor chose to die together, he had already made a decision to send the remaining disciples to different places.

The only ones who are still here today are the last three alchemists, except for the prisoner who is still in the must-death pass. The number is indeed very small, but the alchemist who refines Qi is a system that is extremely difficult to get started, and the alchemists in the Sitian prison in its heyday However, there are more than [-] people, and there are still three permanent residents left, which are the eighth, fifth and second in the Sitianjian.

There is also a system of official positions in the Sitianjian. In addition to the supervisor and the two deputy supervisors, there are five officials in the spring, summer, autumn and winter. Served by foreign officials.

Now, only Yasha, Xia Guanzheng and Dong Guanzheng, who served as the deputy supervisor, remained.

Oh, one person is missing, that is King Yong.

Holding a handful of incense ash in his hand, Yasha stood under a starry sky, and said calmly: "Your Highness, please be safe..."

King Yong's face was very ugly: "This king also wants to be at ease, but how can he be at ease? The flames are all extinguished!"

He pointed to a piece of long-lived lamps in front of him, and the long-lived lamps that had been lit not long ago had been extinguished, which meant that the generals he raised with a lot of money had been sent.

The army of [-] did not know how many were left. After a brief pain in the flesh, what King Yong felt was the inner torment of anxiety.

"These have long been in the plan." Deputy Supervisor Zheng Yasha said flatly: "I am not afraid that he will kill him, but I am afraid that he will not come. If he chooses to retreat and hide, His Highness will really have no peace and stability for the next day. He is here. That's a good thing... Even if he really came, how could it be so easy to kill him?"

Xia Guan was coming, and said calmly: "Everything is ready."

Yaksha's masked eyes were deep: "It's time to let the barbarians from outside experience the background of our Tianjian."

He made a gesture of invitation, King Yong followed, and the two of them moved forward all the way, stepping into the restraint of Si Tianjian.

The three alchemists stepped into this spacious secret room hidden in the design of the attic, straightened their clothes, each held a stick of incense, and walked to the bronze cauldron in the center of the secret room. The center of the cauldron was filled with fragrance. Then the indoor candles were lit, illuminating the indoor scenery.

Xia Guan was speaking: "I respect the heavens."

Dong Guan was speaking: "I am afraid of the earth."

The deputy supervisor said: "On behalf of the heavens, the laws of heaven will go back and forth."

There are portraits hanging on the walls surrounded by fragrance, some are Buddhist, some are Taoist, some are generals, and some are even martial arts. This painting is alive.

These portraits are all people who really existed in the Southern Tang Dynasty.

"The changes in the world are nothing more than changes in luck..."

"What Si Tianjian does is to follow the fate of the heavens. If he wants to maintain the dynasty for a long time, he must supplement the fate of the country."

"Looking for the vision of the world and finding the beast of luck is one of the various methods, but in the end we found that the most effective method is this. It is to support a person of great luck, take it as the focus, and lead him into the Southern Tang Dynasty , to ensure the prosperity of the country.”

"The portraits on these walls are all those who have been lucky enough to be born in the Southern Tang Dynasty for a period of six years. They are majestic, or the Xiangguo who has been favored throughout his life, or the general who has made countless achievements, or the Bodhisattva who has stepped into the realm of the first rank. Or a Taoist celestial master who can become a celestial being."

"These auras will stay here for a long time, and they will be integrated into the national destiny over time. Even after they die, they will still not dissipate."

"It can be said that this is the key point of the Southern Tang Dynasty's fortunes. It is very similar to Daqin's Zhenguo Ding, but it is different."

"Daqin's Yongzhen Mountain and River Cauldron came from suppressing the energy of the dragon veins. The method of managing energy in the Qin Tianjian is still immature, and only knows how to raise sleeping dragons."

"It's not the case here. It's useful to collect so many portraits..."

Yasha walked to the front of the cauldron, raised his hands respectfully, bowed his head and lowered his head.

"A request for the decree of the immortal family!"

"Second, I invite all Buddhas and Arhats!"

"Thirdly, please protect the country!"

As the voice fell, the scrolls of portraits moved automatically without wind, and the figures in each picture were like real people walking out of the mirror, water and moon, with ripples on the water surface, wisps of fresh air, Buddha's light, and golden arms, which turned into substance and landed as adults.

A real fairy with a fairy spirit, holding a magic sword, a dust whisk, and a golden book, rides a white deer;

A golden arhat with a benevolent face, wearing a yellow robe and sitting on a lotus;

There is a majestic general in golden armor sitting on a black tiger and holding a sword.

The number is seventeen.

Compared with the picture scrolls with a total of more than thirty, it seems to be a lot less, but the number is still large, and the strength is still terrifying.

Without exception, this group of people is no longer alive, and the ones invited are not ghosts or reincarnations, but Dharma images left in the national destiny preserved by Si Tianjian.

It's not an ascension of immortals descending to earth, nor ghost heroes reappearing in the world. The Dharma images evoked by their portraits are far less than those of the peak period, and the remaining state is only one-tenth of a dozen. To me, it is like a scene of a dream.

If that's the case... This force is condensed into one, and it is more than enough to kill three Heavenly Kings.

Alchemists are best at killing people with the use of swords. The luck and luck lent in the past will be returned hundreds of years after death for their own use.

...the old capitalist.

The heroic spirits who appeared after being summoned looked at each other, and then looked at the alchemist: "Is it us who you summoned?"

They seemed to be about to ask the next sentence, 'Excuse me, are you our Masta'.

Several alchemists were respectful, King Yong dared not show his air when he saw this.

Fortunately, no more nonsense, because...

The ground shook and the building shook, and the main gate of Sitianjian was breached. Whoever kicked open the gate of Sitianjian, it was like a mountain wall collapsing, and a gap was torn in the life-protecting formation.

The young man twisted his neck and walked carelessly across the threshold into the forbidden area known as the lifeblood of the Southern Tang Dynasty.

"Red bean paste, you Masai..."

He opened his mouth to say something about the quintessence of the country in a small book, and immediately he was greeted by many people, who were warmly welcomed.

The summoned heroic spirits passed through the restriction one after another, stepped into the main hall of Si Tianjian, and looked at the bold stranger who broke into the forbidden area.

One of the golden-armored generals, as a meritorious general of the Southern Tang Dynasty, couldn't see this scene, and hated these lawless quacks the most in his life.

Immediately, the knife was thrown immediately, and he shouted: "Bold boy!"

Galloping the horse, the golden saber in his hand shone brightly, shining brightly in an instant, and the slashed saber seemed to be empty but real.

The shining knife is like a ray of dawn breaking through the darkness.

The knife slashed at the young man's neck, and the state of the golden-armored general who swooped in was hard to tell, but there were quite a lot of special effects.

They appeared in accordance with the fate of the country, and at this time they naturally carried the characteristics of Dharma appearance, and they were not good at physical attacks. Every fierce attack, which seemed to be sword light, Buddha light, or Taoism, was actually magic damage.

Shirataki raised his hand to buckle the gleaming golden knife.

Yasha's eyes were delighted, this is real magic damage, no matter how high your armor is, is it useful!

No matter how strong the Gang Qi is, it can't stop the knife from directly cutting towards the soul.

But a surprising scene appeared just like this. This golden knife is the sign of the law, but it was pinched by a pair of fleshy palms. , was completely isolated, no matter how hard the other party tried, they would not move at all!

Shirataki's five fingers exerted a little force, the golden knife clanged, and it was crushed immediately. : "Er dare..."

Tianmo's ears were callused when he heard it, and he raised his eyebrows and said indifferently: "Speaking of Nima's classical Chinese...! Anal hair!"

With a kick on the horse's belly, the horse turned on his back, and the golden armored general was overturned to the ground.

The moment he landed, Shirataki spun around, his coat fluttering, and at the same time kicked a beautiful tiger shot, which exploded the head of the golden armored general.

He turned into a wisp of Jin Ge's breath and disappeared, leaving only a quaint helmet on the ground. The helmet fell to the ground and cracked open.

Xia Guanzheng and Dong Guanzheng were dumbfounded, and Deputy Prisoner Yasha's face sank like water.

All three alchemists said at the same time: "Damn..."

They all want to ask, what kind of monster is this...

Facing Shirataki, a freak with full attributes, the summoned heroic spirit must be equally confused.

The Golden Armor general didn't know about Si Tianjian's methods, but Arhat and Zhenren, who were members of the Three Religions, quickly understood their current situation.

I thought it was nothing at first, but I came here when I was called, and the fight was over.

It was like a dream, and I was still very moved when I woke up.

As a result, I am not moved anymore, and even more afraid to move.

Shirataki's attributes are chaos and neutral, with special attack effects on monsters and demons; he is not subject to mind control effects; his physical resistance is extremely high; his attack power...isn't very high, it mainly depends on the vision of the king of heaven and martial arts moves. Complementary, the Heavenly Demon Art is not exhaustive.

In general, he was first of all a force of flesh, with a full resistance of his talent, and then... he stacked the crit rate and crit damage.

As for why he was able to beat up the heroic spirit, the direct relationship lies in the versatility of the demon qi. After all, even the devil qi, which is despised by everyone, can be absorbed and absorbed, and ghosts and ghosts can be smashed. The heroic spirits who built the spiritual foundation in pieces.

After killing it, Shirataki also tried to absorb and purify it by the way, and found that it was actually useful.

"Is this luck?"

Shirataki held a wisp of dissipated purple-gold aura in his hand, and the aura sank into his body in the blink of an eye.

He commented on this: "It doesn't taste like it, it smells lonely."

The other heroic spirits were stunned at this, and they all wondered whether this kid was a human, or a little glutton.

A more calm founding marshal of the Southern Tang Dynasty said: "Take it down first, don't be careless! Please help me!"

The young celestial master on the side nodded and said, "Of course."

This celestial master has a third eye between his brows. He turned over the golden book in his hand, and the light fell on the bodies of the heroes present: "The celestial master's way is impermanent and uncertain!"

He brushed blessings on this group of people.

Immediately clasping his hands together, he said calmly: "Receive the Heavenly Thunder Formation, and break this person's protective energy!"

Several other real people looked at each other, responded with a gentle voice, formed seals with their hands, and a thunder circle appeared above the heads of the immortals.

Thunder gathered in the center of the magic circle, and dark clouds appeared, as if thunder might fall at any time.

At the same time, the founding general slapped down the black tiger and charged. The tiger roared, and his momentum was far greater than that of the golden armored general before him. The difference was like that between an Ultra warrior and a golden armored warrior.

The thunderous magic circle that manifests the way of heaven is on top, and the general who is charging with a sword and roaring black tiger is in front, and Shirataki seems to have no choice but to retreat.

But he just stood still, as if he was frightened, waiting for the opponent's attack to fall.

The black tiger general's moves are quite conservative. With the lessons learned from the past, the sword is used as a knife, and the posture is stabbed, but it may turn into a slash at any time. With three points of strength left, the rear is the way to retreat. As long as it is not solved by one move, it will be completely reversed At this time, this sword looks ordinary, but in fact it returns to the basics, like a dragon with regrets, a combination of ingenious martial arts moves and exquisite calculations.

Shirataki stood still, his attitude was like an empty castle, and he didn't know whether it was contempt or overconfidence.

Don't dodge or dodge, don't retreat or approach, isn't it an excellent living target!How could this opportunity be missed!