I Became an Anonymous Boss

Tian Huayu bled profusely, and said angrily, "Take it by force! How do you deserve it!"

The man in the green shirt said calmly: "God doesn't take it, but I will take the blame. I planted this luck, why can't I take it."

Tian Huayu was struck by lightning: "What did you say!"

The man in the green shirt continued: "You think that the royal family is enshrined in the sky, and it is the law of heaven... As you don't know, this is just a fortune I buried for future generations. It is true that the predecessors dug wells and the descendants drank water, but you are afraid I just forgot, this is not a well, let alone a pond, you were wrong from the very beginning, there is no theory of inheriting the Datong, does Dazhou not know the importance of luck? Why can the Southern Tang Sitian supervise Take control, or even restore the country?"

He absorbs the fortune of the country, looks down on Tian Huayu, and also looks down on the entire Southern Tang City.

"Luck, those who can accept it."

"If the fate of the country doesn't belong to you from the very beginning, then naturally nothing can be said to have been taken away."

A few percent of luck was absorbed again, and the golden light became dim, but the light in the depths of the man's eyes became brighter and brighter.

Tian Huayu bears the weight of luck for a moment, so he knows how powerful and terrifying the fate of this country is. The other party bears this kind of weight, like lifting Mount Tai with one hand.

The eunuch, with disheveled hair, coughed up blood and asked, "Who the hell are you!"

The man in the blue shirt held his back with one hand, his eyes were bright golden, and he said calmly with the aura of ruling the world.

"You don't have to know who I am."

"You just need to know, from today..."

"There will be another land fairy in the world!"

Swallowing the fate of the country is something that even a first-rank alchemist has never done.

Yipin Jianzheng is the manager of the national destiny, and the imperial family Fengtian Chengyun is the nominal holder of this wealth.

Because no one in the world can really hold this wealth, can truly swallow the world, and bear the luck of a country.

If you can do it, you will be able to transcend the rank...be transcendent and become holy!No longer a first-rank alchemist, but a land god beyond rank!

Swallowing up a country's fortune, taking advantage of the general trend to take advantage of the east wind, and becoming an earthly fairy in one fell swoop is undoubtedly the behavior of a lunatic, because the consequences are unpredictable. Absorbing a country's fortune also means that the entire country is sacrificed, and success will also be achieved. That's all, after all, the land gods are super-grade, and they don't have to suffer a series of consequences such as backlash from luck, punishment from heaven, etc.; but if they fail and fail to step into the realm of super-grade, the result must be...

However, the man in the green shirt didn't seem to be going to fail at all. The huge beam of luck light was swallowed by him at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the national fortune was absorbed. Many people related to it felt strong discomfort.

The fate of the country interfered with the entire structure of the Southern Tang Dynasty. If it was all acquired by one person, and this person swept away all the wealth and became a flying fairy, leaving the treasury empty, the huge Southern Tang Dynasty would be completely over.

With his last breath, Tian Huayu tried to stop it, but it was meaningless.

At this time, suddenly saw a clear light, no one thought that it was Nan Xiaofeng who chose to make a move.

Uncle Feng, a coward, should have dragged a few good friends back to pack up and run away, but he didn't know what kind of evil he had fallen into, so he turned back and inspired the inscription on the carving knife used by the prison in his hand.

Qing Guang was not lucky enough to enter the country, so he went straight to the golden pages.

The man in the green shirt had already noticed it, and raised his hand to stop it, but the moment he clasped the carving knife with his five fingers, he felt that the national fortune absorbed was decreasing, so he subconsciously let go of his hand, and the carving knife swiftly flew towards the golden pages like a snake.

The light on the golden book faded little by little, the carving knife pierced the golden book page, and with a strong wave, the words on it were erased abruptly.

There are three names written on the booklet, and the knife cut across the name of one of them with a clear light.

The golden text floated out of the page, turned into light spots and dispersed, and no one had time to see what the name on it was.

The man in the green shirt snorted coldly and spit out a word: "Suppression!"

Follow the law.

The carving knife was pressed into the ground by an invisible force, like a spiritual creature suppressed by a mountain rock, shining with clear light.

"It's a pity that the backhand left by the supervisor is too weak. His cultivation base is not enough. No matter how hard he struggles, it will be of no avail. If he can't jump out of the chessboard, he will be a pawn in the end." The man in the blue shirt held his back with one hand: "Today everyone Don't try to stop me!"

A joke came.

"--Let me try?"

The sound came from far to near, and came very quickly. The distance from east to west, from entering the city to the gate of Sitianjian, was stepped on together.

The red flowers bloomed coquettishly all the way, like the backs and footprints left behind, spreading for a length of thirty miles.

Then, it was an ingenious whip kick that stepped on the golden pillar of air, and the pillar of national luck trembled violently.

The scholar in green shirt didn't expect this person to be so rude, and he kicked him unceremoniously.

Moreover, it was actually shaken!

The man in the green shirt held the gold book, looked at the person who came, and saw that he seemed to want to kick again, and immediately shouted in a low voice: "Back three thousand feet!"

With a loud shout, the violent Confucian mantras, every word and every word, affected the power of heaven and earth, and ruthlessly blasted on Bai Taki's body.

Under the pressure, he withdrew.

Back three hundred meters.

He jumped back again.

Even after the run-up, he flew up again and directly kicked the golden national luck pillar.

The man in green shirt's face changed drastically, he clearly said that it was three thousand feet away, why did he discount so much!

Before he had time to think about anything, he shouted again: "Taihang Mountain has fallen!"

A phantom suddenly appeared in the sky, covering the sky and covering the sun, overwhelming the city, as if a Taihang Mountain Range had been really invited, and the top of this mountain would be enough to completely level the capital city.

But it’s just a phantom. It would cost too much to really invite a mountain, and it’s not enough to reap the benefits. Who would really use a mountain to suppress a person?The real function is to borrow the weight of Taihang Mountain, press down on the person in front of you, prevent him from approaching further, and prevent him from continuing to shake that restless leg!

But that kick came after all.

Shirataki lifted a mountain with one hand, and a phantom also appeared behind him. The phantom lifted the mountain with one hand, and buckled his thumb down with the other, with a contemptuous attitude of "Please, you are weak", and immediately raised his hand, hitting Shattered the phantom of Taihang Mountain.

The demon stepped on the golden national luck pillar, and the second time it hit, it stepped out of countless cracks abruptly.

The color of the green shirt changed completely, and he yelled in a low voice: "The reckless man of the rivers and lakes, dare you..."

Bai Taki scolded back even more vehemently: "The mere feudal dross dares to scold your proletarian grandpa! Look at you!"

The lip of the road is wrong.

Shirataki clenched five fingers, and the phantom raised his fist to shatter the phantom of the mountain peak. With one punch, he strode into the mountain, and with a little more strength under his feet, he kicked the sky-high golden national luck and broke it into two pieces.

The collapsed national fortune was like a broken tower of Tongtian, and the golden national fortune that was kicked to pieces by him also caused the golden book to be torn in half.

Half of it fell into the hands of Bai Taki, and the other half fell into the hands of the man in green.

The national fortune was split into two, and the man in the blue shirt had an ugly face. Even though he had half of the books in his hand, he couldn't completely capture the rest of the national fortune.

However, because half of it was snatched away, the pressure he was under was reduced a lot, and he speeded up the devouring speed even more recklessly. He used to drink water, but now he is swallowing whales. In the time it took to breathe, the rest of the national fortune was swallowed up by him.

The green-shirted scholar's expression improved a lot. He glanced at Shirataki. It's abominable to have half of the national fortune taken away by this person, but the good news is...even if he only swallowed two-thirds of the national fortune, with hundreds of years of accumulated Southern Tang kingdom Luck is enough for him to break into the fairyland on land.

He glanced at Shirataki coldly, and then sneered.

The scholar rises from the ground and travels for nine days on the flying swing.

He didn't want to wait any longer, and decided to become an immortal.

……

Outside the city, Sect Master Avalokitesvara had a panoramic view of this scene, and she whispered, "It turned out to be him."

The young woman and the old woman asked at the same time: "The suzerain knows him?"

Master Lingshan nodded, and said solemnly: "He is the person I mentioned... five hundred years ago!"

"The false earth immortal who was blocked outside the earth immortal realm, the only Confucian saint today."

"Fang Xuanji."

The two Qi practitioners were dumbfounded at the same time.

"He devoured the fortune of the Southern Tang Dynasty, could it be..."

"Does he want to open the gate of heaven again and achieve the fairyland again with another system?!"

Master Ling Shan was silent.

So what if the gate of heaven is opened again?The quota of Earth Immortals is full, no matter how amazing and talented you are, you are doomed not to cross the gate of heaven. You failed five hundred years ago, and if you change your path after five hundred years, you will just repeat the failure of the year.

Struggling in vain, pointless.

……

Countless people raised their heads, above the sky, amidst the emptiness and chaos, two heavenly pillars written in ancient golden seals hang down from the east. Between the two pillars is the gate of heaven.

The door of ascension pursued by Taoist qi practitioners comes from this.

The man in the green shirt had already arrived before the Tianmen. Since the pillars were falling, it meant that he was qualified to cross the Tianmen. It was easy. He had already started, but the moment he crossed the Tianmen, cracks appeared on the stone pillars on both sides of the Tianmen, and they collapsed.

The Tianzhu shattered and the Tianmen collapsed.

The man in the green shirt fell back into the clouds, and the gods on the land would eventually fail.

Then he threw down the half of the book that was no longer golden in his hands, and there was neither happiness nor sadness in his eyes.

His smile is contemptuous and self-deprecating.

"If that's the case... Since the Heavenly Gate won't pass me by, let Fang Xuanji pass me by!"

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The first time I saw someone soaring.

It was the first time I saw someone fail to ascend.

The gate of heaven has already opened, and then the gate of heaven shattered as soon as it was broken. It was as fragile as the gate of heaven under the fist of a big pineapple. It looked like a counterfeit and shoddy product.

People on the ground will not understand what the truth is, only the heart of the person standing in the clouds will understand.

The gate of heaven will not open for anyone.

Even if you landed in the land fairyland for the second time, so what?

The green-clothed man Fang Xuanji fell from the clouds, looking like a fairy, but in fact he was indeed a half-banished fairy.

Taking advantage of the sunshine after the dark clouds cleared, Qingshan stepped in front of the imperial road, put one hand behind her back, and let out a breath slowly.

Fang Xuanji read: "Five hundred years of aggressiveness, Huang Liang sleeps and dreams who is Zhuang Zhou..."

He seemed to have calmed down, immersed in the lingering sorrow of a plan that was all in vain.

Shirataki weighed the half of the golden book in his hand: "I still have half a book in my hand, how about...you try again?"

Fang Xuanji said indifferently: "The Tianzhu collapsed, without the Tianmen, what is the use of this country's fortune? You can eat it yourself."