I Became an Anonymous Boss

"Emperor Zhou lived on for thousands of years, and was also the founding emperor of a generation, but compared with Emperor Qin, he was a little less courageous. He embraced the beauty of the world anyway, and was willing to live and die with his wife. This infatuation was also exchanged. Look out for the favor of Shu Xianren, and the founding emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty, who has been the emperor for less than 30 years, has been searching for various longevity methods for 20 years. He is very greedy and wants to eat everything, so he deserves it He was strangled to death."

"This can be regarded as benevolent. If he wants blood, he will give him blood, that is, add some condiments, and give him a taste of new flavors. The feeling of being gutted must be uncomfortable. He may wish to go back to the coffin by himself. Lie here for decades..."

Yazi sat on the chair, spread out his hands, and looked at his palms.

"Soul blood sales are ranked second in the list of highly poisonous, one of the seven rumors in the Jianghu. The essence is a conflict of blood deterioration. After a long analysis, I realized that it is a kind of internally secreted poison, which does not appear in the human body. But some monsters will constantly produce this kind of thing in their bodies. The blood of half-human and half-demon is incomplete, and it is congenitally deficient, so after living for a long time, it will produce a highly dissolved poison inside."

"Many people think that this is a kind of poison, which is too stupid. Most of the people who will be poisoned by this kind of poison have problems with the blood inherited from their ancestors. It is precisely because they are congenitally incomplete that they cannot survive. The only way to do so is to exchange other poisons. The blood of the demon can contain the time of this highly poisonous attack through the substances in the blood, but it is impossible to completely cure it, at least not now."

"It is impossible for humans to be infected with this kind of poison, even if they drink blood, they will not be poisoned."

"There is only one exception, which is the same as not melting bones, transforming blood, and waiting for the poison to permeate one's own blood. Once the blood is infected, it is really hopeless."

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The intestines were pierced and the stomach was rotten, the blood was boiling, and a severe burning pain came from every blood vessel.

Emperor Da Zhou's blood was boiling, just like the corrosive blood he coughed up, every piece of flesh and blood in his body was boiling.

There are air bubbles on the skin, twisted muscles, and even internal organs. The burning sensation cannot be suppressed by true qi at all.

The poison of soul blood poisoning infected him.

As the three hundred soldiers committed suicide brazenly, their blood flowed into the Heihe River and was absorbed by the Great Zhou Emperor.

There are many ways of virus infection, among which 'blood interaction' is the deadliest way of infection, the infection rate is [-]%.

This black river is now a hotbed of highly poisonous, the blood flowing in it is highly poisonous, you will not die if you drink it, but Emperor Zhou soaked in it, and even transformed the blood here into his own blood, doomed is the result of infection.

When the poison started to take hold, not only the Great Zhou Emperor, but also blood-red flames began to burn in the Black River, the blood began to evaporate, and countless water vapors spread in the high temperature.

The Great Zhou Emperor still didn't understand what happened, his flesh and blood were rotting and withering, like a human body thrown into a microwave oven.

"What the hell..." he howled.

No one can answer his questions, including his enemies.

Shirataki didn't know either, he just frowned and looked at his self-destructive performance, it was really like playing with fire and burning himself.

It's just too ironic that a generation of strong men died under the poison.

This kind of death seems to have been seen in someone before, it seems that there is a man named Jormengard who also died of severe poison.

It's a pity that the Great Zhou Emperor will not die yet, and is still struggling crazily.

As if he realized something, he wiped his wrist with his fingertips, and cut off his neck artery with his fingers together.

A large amount of blood spurted out, overflowed, flowed down his body, and flowed into the pitch-black river, turning into scarlet flames.

The high temperature is as hot as magma, and the entire Heihe River is boiling.

The Great Zhou Emperor was panting, cooling himself down through bloodletting. The majestic breath of life quickly weakened, and before he was scorched by the boiling blood from the inside out, he released blood that was polluted into a highly poisonous one.

This kind of bloodletting therapy taught Shirataki an eye-opener. In the past, only the natives in the middle ages liked to do it.

Speaking of which, the one in front of me is also an aborigine from more than 1000 years ago, so it fits inexplicably...

Although this move temporarily saved his life, the price was also huge. What he released was not only blood, but also the gathered Qi, blood and vitality. The poison of soul blood can not only melt flesh and blood, but also consume soul, not even a single drop. If it is shed, all must be put away, but if there is not a single drop of blood left in the human body, there will really be only pieces of meat that are dried up to the extreme, and it is impossible to live.

It is true that according to modern people's understanding of the human body, hibernation is still understandable, but from the time of bloodletting, he should be completely dead, and even before that, the poison of Soul Blood will instantly boil his brain and start Looking from the back of the head, even the brain is bubbling and bubbling.

However, he really wasn't dead.

The body of a martial artist in the Great Limit Realm is infinitely close to death, and at this moment it is as thin as a bone.

However, a layer of dark streamer lighted up on this withered body, lingering like a shadow.

He said in a low voice: "Hateful, hateful, hateful..."

An exasperated voice came, and Emperor Da Zhou gritted his teeth and cursed: "It's poisonous, it's actually poisonous! What kind of poison is this! It can't be eradicated like maggots attached to bones! Who the hell is poisoning me!"

The malice in the skull-like withered pupils is as real as the essence. In the bloody and flame-burning Heihe, the Great Zhou Emperor's emotions are almost out of control. His body damage is too serious. The capital has been depleted.

Shirataki just watched the play with cold eyes, this kind of poison reminded him of the scene he had seen before, but he didn't speak.

It is beneficial and harmless for Emperor Zhou to be injured to this point, but the next step is the most troublesome.

The emperor of Zhou has become a trapped beast, and the trapped beast is still fighting. The most terrifying time is not his heyday, but the hopeless time when his life is broken and he is close to having nothing. He will destroy everything desperately. Killing, and then dragging everyone into hell, so hunting beasts is the most taboo to drive wild beasts into corners, when there is no way out, and when the situation is at the end of the river, it is time to sink the boat.

Sure enough, the Great Zhou Emperor roared, and then calmed down, not knowing whether it was completely crazy or completely insane.

He raised his hand, the black river was flowing, and the burning poisonous soul blood had gradually dissipated.

"Ever since I got this blood river, I don't know what its function is. It has always been used as a breeding ground for the body, and I have never tried to swallow it..."

"Thousands of years ago, I was sitting in the Great Zhou Dynasty, and I was reluctant to sacrifice my physical body to swallow the blood river in exchange for unpredictable results, but now, the physical body is almost destroyed, it is better to do nothing and swallow the remaining Heihe. Now There is not a drop of blood left in the body, and the dry body can be used as a river bed to hold the blood river."

"If you hadn't pushed me to this point, I wouldn't have made up my mind."

"If I can assimilate and devour this river of blood, why not coexist with the world!" Emperor Da Zhou narrowed his eyes: "You have given me a good start, this Heihe is not so stubborn..."

He closed his mouth, and the black water began to pour into his body.

As Emperor Da Zhou said, because there is nothing in his body, not even a single drop of dry blood.

The Qi and blood at the peak of the Great Limit Realm have already been squandered. As the body of a warrior, it is as fragile as a dry riverbed.

It is precisely because there is no vitality and blood, and it is so dry and empty that it can accommodate this polluted river of blood.

The turbid water flowed towards Emperor Da Zhou. He drank the blood river and the bath water for so many years, not only drank it, but also drank it very happily.

The extreme unhygienicness made Shirataki get goosebumps.

However, it is undeniable that the Qi and blood have dried up, but the aura of the Great Zhou Emperor has begun to rise.

——Don't let him succeed!

Bai Taki stepped in, like a Dongfeng Express rushing into the clouds, smashing himself into the black water, tearing apart the waves, and hit Emperor Zhou with a head hammer.

The demon stepped on the flowing black water, and the black river began to burn with black flames.

The clear colorless water and the pitch-black turbid water collide with each other.

Youth intervened and began to seize the thousand-year-old bath water.

"Damn you Marseille!" The stranger smiled kindly at the shocked and angry gaze of the Great Zhou Emperor, "Seeing that your water is too dirty, I'll bring you some decontamination powder."

"You are also worthy of fighting with me!" Emperor Da Zhou's expression was extremely stiff and annoyed.

"I'm sorry...I don't believe in kings! The old antiques should sleep in the garbage dump of history!" The young man sneered: "The fighters of philanthropy are fearless! Long live the doctrine of sickle and hammer!"

"I'm going to tear you to pieces!"

The Heavenly Demon and the Great Emperor collided brazenly, fist to fist, the tide torrenting.

The two of them seemed to be fighting against the waves in the middle of the waves, and fighting against themselves. Every blow stirred up the waves, and the whistling sound was endless.

The Great Zhou Emperor was crazily weakened. Under such circumstances, he may not be much stronger than Bai Taki.

No, he is even weaker than Shirataki.

This thousand-year-old old man has drained all the blood from his body and is covered in bruises. How strong can he be?

It's a pity that Bai Taki didn't understand the principle of respecting the elderly, he beat the thousand-year-old old man severely, and he didn't pay attention to martial arts.

The two sides were like generals with their armor removed, fighting naked and fighting like wild beasts without any gorgeous skills.

Fine cracks emerged and spread in the collision, and the entire Golden Luan Hall was crumbling, only the crazy beasts were still fighting tirelessly.

Chapter 530 The Second Gang Fight of Justice

Fist to fist, elbow to elbow.

On the contrary, Shirataki's vigor had the upper hand in this situation.

Abandoning the artistic conception of martial arts and mental strength, one-round melee combat can only rely on martial arts literacy.

Reckless behavior in short.

In the tide of black water, Shirataki kicked the water-colored curtain, clasped the opponent's wrist with his arm, clenched his fist, his muscles tightened like a noose, and his muscle fibers were like a spiral of steel wire. His right fist fell and blasted towards Emperor Zhou.

The skinny figure flew upside down, wrapped in jet-black water waves, and slammed into the wall.

He probably had a look of astonishment on his face, he probably had never been beaten up like this in his life.

The dignified founding emperor had experienced countless fights on the battlefield, sat on the throne and received countless worships, reviewed the legion in front of countless soldiers, and received countless worships from countless people, feeling supreme.

But he only forgot that besides the emperor, he was just an individual.

Even though the whole world worships the emperor and the Ninth Heavenly Warrior as gods, in Bai Long's eyes, they are just mortals, so he punched and beat him with all his strength, like a hammer hitting a nail, punch after punch , until the arrogance and self-esteem of Emperor Zhou was completely defeated.

"This is impossible!"

Emperor Da Zhou fought back, put five fingers together, pierced into Bai Taki's arm, and pinched his elbow muscles.

However, unexpectedly, it was himself who was caught by the backhand.

Shirataki looked at him coldly, keeping a half-sarcastic and nine-point indifferent look of contempt, then raised his head, a headbutt.

Emperor Da Zhou's head sank and he almost knelt down.

Immediately afterwards, another punch landed, still hitting the head, as if it wanted to smash his celestial spirit cover.

The Golden Luan Hall was already on the verge of collapse. There were countless cracks in the center of the hall, the floor was broken, and the knees continued to sink, almost touching the ground.

"what--!"

The Great Zhou Emperor couldn't bear it anymore, the black water rolled up, rolled up a big bronze tripod in the Jinluan Hall, lifted the big bronze tripod with his bare hands, and swept it across.

The cauldron collided with Bai Taki, tensed its muscles, and was as firm as an iron stone. The sound of Honglu's big bell resounded in the ears, and the bronze cauldron shattered.

Amidst the sound of clanging and cracking, Bai Takihei punched him in the face.

The Great Zhou Emperor turned his back.

Bai Taki took a step forward, clasped the opponent's wrist, pulled back, and the skinny man who couldn't stand still staggered on the spot.

Tianmo received another punch, his right fist was so hot that he could almost hear the bgm playing Fatci screaming loudly.

Amidst the roar, Emperor Zhou was pressed to the ground, one knee smashed into the floor, and half of his body curled up on the ground.

The Martial Dao Nine Heavens, who proved the Dao with strength, was crushed in the melee combat... Maybe he has forgotten the basics of melee combat in the thousand-year sleep, because it is too convenient to break everything with one force, so he doesn't even know how to fight. You don't need to learn how to use it skillfully, and you have already forgotten how to use it skillfully.

Therefore, in the current where all living beings are equal, they are reduced to a single-sided target.

Originally, I wanted to use the battle between Liufu Canglong and Yan Guiren as a comparison, but now it seems inappropriate.