I Became an Anonymous Boss

She bit down, and her teeth sank into the neck of her relatives, sucking blood and tearing flesh, like a beast that was so hungry that it lost its rationality.

Chew and swallow sadness, anger, and pain.

Swallow the heart of the mountain god.

Swallow a thousand years of cultivation.

Her talent is even higher than that of her father. With this millennium cultivation as her wedding dress, her talent is awakened and her potential is liberated.

There is one less mountain god in the world, and one more demon emperor.

With bare eyes and pupils, she faced a bloody and deeply vengeful enemy, and desperately sank the island into the sea.

Then, I don't know how many years have passed.

She sat on a throne made of bones, looking down at the bloody river that never changed.

She guards the graves of her clansmen here, without hearing any laughter.

No hometown, no home.

She closed her eyes again and continued to wait endlessly.

……

Just in a trance for a moment.

Bai Jun'er seemed to see the future, as if he saw himself like that.

Sitting on the throne carved with white bones, guarding the tomb of the dead, lonely.

If I did this without hesitation, maybe I could leave a glimmer of life for the Yaozu, or it might just be a futile struggle.

But she doesn't like that kind of future, and she doesn't like that kind of herself.

Bai Jun'er felt weak and hesitant for a moment.

She was afraid of being alone, even more than death.

She was even more afraid of becoming that kind of herself, like a walking dead.

The girl hugged her father's shoulder tremblingly, tears streaming down her face, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, Dad, I don't want to be alone..."

Bai Zhengshen didn't blame or sigh, but accepted it calmly.

Father and daughter are safe and sound.

However, I don't know what happened, Luo Wuxiu didn't drop the knife for a long time.

Not only did he not drop the knife, but his eyes flickered wildly, and he froze in place.

A huge danger word is at the head.

He clearly heard a bell ringing, and the Sanskrit singing from the Buddhist family led his spirit into a transcendent posture for a while, allowing him to temporarily glimpse the future.

This is the supernatural power of Buddhism, but I don't know whether it is true or false or illusory.

Even the King of Hades was affected by this supernatural power. No wonder Bai Jun'er was able to contemplate the future eternal calamity in one thought and see his future self, so he made a conscious choice and took the initiative to avoid this future tense.

Luo Wuxiu suddenly raised his head, stared at the ancestor of the bronze drum on the reef in the distance, and scolded.

"Vald donkey, what the hell are you doing!"

Patriarch Bronze Drum opened his eyes, and the Buddhist Bodhisattva, who had been silent for three full days, finally moved.

He ignored the angry Yama, but clasped his hands together and sighed.

"Looking through the three thousand worlds, I can't stop it. If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell? If you obsess, you will end up empty, empty..."

It seemed that the bewildered old monk was crying and laughing.

Even Wu Qinghong, who is the first rank, didn't know what was going on.

Buddhism always likes to play tricks and doesn't speak human words. Why is it that the first-rank Bodhisattva is crazy now that he is crazy?

Wei Daotong noticed something, his expression changed three or four times in a short period of time, and immediately pinched his fingers to calculate, but his fingertips cracked and blood flowed freely.

Zhao Yuxian smiled wryly: "So that's the case. No wonder this old monk is going crazy. If it were me, I would be crazy too!"

Wu Qinghong was about to ask, but was interrupted.

Zhao Yuxian smiled bitterly and said, "Here we come...!"

The vast sea suddenly divided into two, like butter cut by a knife, the sea water separated towards the two sides, and the waves were turbulent.

The Taoist formation outside Mingyue Township is like paper paste, which can be broken with a single poke.

The sleeves of Zhao Yuxian's Taoist robe were directly torn, and the chess pieces, chessboard, gossip, drawings, dust whisk, scriptures, vases, magic swords, etc. were shaken out of his sleeves, all of which were broken.

But even if so many magic weapons were shattered to resist the disaster, his original vitality also plummeted at a speed visible to the naked eye.

From the peak of the first rank, he fell to at least eighty years of cultivation in the blink of an eye, and fell to the beginning of the first rank.

Zhao Yuxian, who looked like a Taoist child, quickly turned into a teenager, then a young man, and finally a middle-aged man in his fifties.

His hands were trembling, blood was dripping down, it was extremely miserable.

But Wu Qinghong didn't have time to see what Zhao Yuxian was doing, because this knife to open the sea was not aimed at Daotong at all!

The target of this knife was directed at the ancestor of the bronze drum on the reef.

Patriarch Bronze Drum cried and laughed madly, and sacrificed the Bodhisattva Dharma Body with a solemn treasure, but he didn't dare to stay where he was, but directly slammed into the saber light.

Just a glimpse, the scene made Luo Wuxiu's hair stand on end.

The light of the saber disappeared in a flash, and the Dharma body of Patriarch Bronze Drum, who was sitting in the realm of a first-class Bodhisattva, was annihilated, and the copper-skinned golden body also melted as quickly as snow meets spring.

Not chopped, but crushed.

The Bodhisattva's blood flowed all over his face, and golden blood overflowed from every inch of the crack in his body, dyeing the reef under his feet in gold in the blink of an eye.

The reef was coated with a layer of golden blood, and the body of the Bodhisattva was also cut off.

The ancestor of the bronze drum has completely disappeared.

Only then did Luo Wuxiu fully understand what the old monk was doing when he stood still for three days!

This bodhisattva is obviously borrowing the supernatural powers of Buddhism, trying to see the three thousand worlds through the eyes of the sky, the cause and effect in the palm, and the heaven and the earth in a square inch.

The Patriarch of Tonggu saw his own death, so he looked at the sky in the palm of his hand while facing the sea. After observing for three full days, he finally failed to find a way to break it.

No matter what, you are going to die!So in the end, he fell into madness and died head-on.

But... who the hell?

The Bodhisattva of the first grade, if he said he would kill him, he would kill him, and he would not survive after exhausting all the Buddhist magical powers!

Luo Wuxiu shuddered, the longing in his heart for the realm of ghosts and immortals could not cover his desire to survive.

Overlooking the golden reef.

When the body of the Bodhisattva died, a figure quietly landed on the shore of the island.

Taking advantage of the light of the knife, he stood on the reef, and the sea surface behind him slowly closed. Tens of millions of tons of sea water poured into the gully in the middle, and the two surging currents collided together, forming a magnificent impact The tides squeezed each other and raised the sea surface, adding a sea peak stretching for thirty miles, which was enough to cause a small-scale tsunami.

The deafening raging sea, no one looked at this restless sea area, all eyes were on the shoulders of the white robe.

This may be the first time that these world's only first-class peers have seen this famous young man with their own eyes.

It wasn't until this moment that they really felt that the old man who was invincible had indeed died at the hands of this young man.

The young man walked down the rock and walked slowly, with his back facing the sea and facing the mountains.

In front of white clothes, who can show arrogance, who can claim to be invincible?

So what if it is a first-class product?

Bai Taki walked all the way to Bai Jun'er, and apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm late..."

Chapter eight hundred and sixty seventh fight, trap

The sea is raging, but it is not as loud as this one.

The young man squatted down, gently touched the top of Bai Jun'er's head, and rubbed his small cat-like ears.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Bai Jun'er raised her eyes, and those almost dead pupils suddenly became alive, like polished gems.

Tears overflowed the eyes, and the uncontrollable sadness was released at this moment.

All fears and fears disappeared with the arrival of the other party.

She was crying softly, shedding tears, crying so sadly, so pitifully.

Even if Shirataki wiped her cheeks earnestly, he still couldn't wipe off the blood stains on her cheeks.

The stranger looked at the girl in front of him, feeling a little dazed, as if he had returned to the past.

At that time, he was sitting in the mountain temple, protected by the white tiger statue behind him, and was forced to fight a blood demon.

What a wonderful pecking game.

Thinking about it is also ridiculous.

Instead, the current self can shield her from the wind and rain.

very nice.

Bai Taki lowered his hand, exerted a little force with his five fingers, and tore off the iron chain that bound her.

"Take a good rest first."

Bai Jun'er held his little finger, like a little girl being bullied, rubbing her red and swollen eye sockets, and admonishing her playmate who came to help.

"Don't go, there are too many of them."

Shirataki smiled: "Many people are useful. What do you need nuclear weapons for?"

above the cloud.

In a blink of an eye, the Taoist leader who transformed from a Taoist boy into a middle-aged man stabilized his floating aura and realm one after another. A purple-gold lotus imprint appeared between his brows. In the middle of the first rank, it is still not enough to match the previous peak of the first rank.

In addition to his bitter expression, there was a bit of coldness and anger.

"This young man really doesn't talk about martial arts."