My God, I am the emperor, the lord of mankind.

Chapter 365 How to live forever

And looking at the whole body in front of him, with the end of the desolate Chile song, the resentment gradually disappeared.

Zhu Houcong noticed that although the thing in front of him was gradually approaching the image of the legendary dragon.

But after all, it still remains at the step before it truly transforms into a dragon.

It is still a python, not a real dragon.

Is it because he is like this, or is it because of other reasons——

The thing in front of me had a bulge of flesh on its head, but the dragon's horns never grew.

Although the scales all over its body were gradually replaced by leather like snake skin, the joints of its limbs had never completely fallen off.

There are still black scales attached to it.

There are bloodthirsty tusks at its mouth, and it roars to the sky with the power of a bull. Its body is several feet long, its upper body is human, and its lower body is a snake.

It doesn't look like a real dragon, but more like a python.

It is precisely "the shape of the dragon is like a snake, its head is like a tiger, and it can be several feet long. It usually lives under the rock caves of streams and pools, and its sound is like the croaking of a cow. If the dragon sees a passerby on the bank or in the valley, it will fill its mouth with fishy saliva. Then, if someone falls into the water, he will suck his blood under his armpits until the blood is gone."

But even though his image now looks terrifying and unruly, the resentment around him that was almost bursting out of his body has now almost completely dissipated, and he has become a bit more upright.

Zhu Houcong looked at the abominable thing in front of him, which swung his sword and chopped off the chains around him.

But he became increasingly vigilant in his heart.

The monster in front of him could not help but feel his heart sinking as he revealed some human-like emotions in his slightly smart eyes covered with hard skin and hard armor.

Is the thing in front of me a ghost transformed from Gao Huan's resentment after his death at Yubi's defeat, or...is it the real resurrection of Gao Huan?

But after thousands of years, Sun En and his ilk are able to rely on Taoist secrets and gather the faith of thousands of people to drown corpses in water and become immortals, and they still survive to this day.

Now he is even more delusional about trying to obtain the elixir of immortality to offset his own wear and tear and gain true immortality.

No creature in this world is destined to escape the limit of its destined lifespan.

Immortality is hard to find. From ancient times to the present, if you want to break the limitations of life span and achieve a certain degree of immortality, you have to pay a terrible price.

Then... what if the thing in front of me is really Gao Huan's resurrection.

What price he paid.

When he saw the thing in front of him, he drove away the four beasts with one blow and ran towards him.

Zhu Houcong also held a spear and faced him.

"Ox demons and snake gods..."

Zhu Houcong looked at the former famous general in front of him who seemed to have gradually fully recovered from the poems and legends spread around the world.

Zhu Houcong's eyes seemed to be burning with blazing fire, and he said softly.

He raised his spear high, and the troll in front of him saw that Zhu Houcong did not use Taoism to fight off the enemy as before, but was preparing for physical combat.

The joy of seeing a powerful enemy worthy of a fierce battle also burst out in his eyes.

The momentum around him became stronger and stronger.

Almost instantly, the bodies of both sides intertwined.

Gao Lin looked up at the sky with a worried look on his face.

After all, no matter how you look at it, this place is the lair of this troll.

Even though the emperor has great magical powers, he will inevitably suffer losses if he is not aware of it for a moment.

However, the earth-shattering battle scene that Gao Lin expected did not appear.

He only saw that as Zhu Houcong turned around, a shockingly huge red scar appeared on the giant monster in front of him.

It extends from the left shoulder covered with bone spurs to the right hip, almost cutting the entire troll in front of him into two pieces.

"Sure enough, they are heroes of the world - if Erzhu and Yuanshi can be like you, maybe..."

As the scales of the terrifying troll in front of him shattered, he used his last strength to smash Chang Ge down, and actually fixed himself in the void.

Although this seems a bit unreasonable. But considering that this is not the real world, but just a space modeled after the real world for the activities and production of spiritual bodies.

Nothing is surprising.

Every time he observes the world, Zhu Houcong can't help but burst out in sincere exclamation.

Marvel at how well-constructed this imaginary world is.

If it weren't for the fact that I could feel the power of souls similar to my own spirit body overflowing all around me all the time.

Zhu Houcong even wondered what the relationship between this place and the real world was.

And watching the scales around the tall and mighty figure in front of him gradually dissipate, revealing the man with scars all over his body and extremely tired eyes.

And heard his whispers filled with complex emotions.

Zhu Houcong raised his spear and pointed it at the famous general in the history of the Northern Dynasties.

There was no sign of wavering.

"You're not Gao Huan——"

Zhu Houcong observed the person in front of him for a long time, and finally, the surrounding void shattered to a more violent degree.

He spoke slowly to the man in front of him who was drooping and with brown blood flowing out of the void.

"Yes, I'm not..."

The person in front of him didn't seem angry at Zhu Houcong's statement that he was not the person he was thousands of years ago.

He raised his head with difficulty and looked at the ghost soldiers of the Ming court who had disappeared with the figures of Gao Huan and the elite soldiers of the six towns on the ground, holding their weapons high and celebrating their victory.

His eyes became increasingly complicated.

He could naturally feel the awe and love these dead souls felt for the emperor in front of them.

Even death could not bury it.

He could understand the emotions of these soldiers.

Just because he once experienced the same situation.

When he led the soldiers of the six towns to raise troops to resist the tyranny of the Erzhu family, the oppressed soldiers of the six towns also looked at him with the same eyes.

After that, during the southern and northern wars, the soldiers of Hu and Han in the six towns were still grateful for his kindness.

And even though he broke his halberd at the foot of Yubi City, and fifty-six out of ten of his soldiers died, he sang the song of Chile with them, buried all the dead, and returned home with his troops.

The demands of these soldiers are simple.

If you want to gain their sincere support, sometimes you don't have to do anything earth-shattering.

As long as they know that what you say and do is motivated by public motives and not selfish interests.

Many people are willing to give their lives for you.

It's a pity that for most people, there are always too few good things and too much pain in the world.

There are endless wars between rulers. How much of it is really for "conquering the world and subduing the barbarians", and how much of it is for the selfish desires of the carnivores.

Judging from the instinctive reaction of the dead soldiers to Zhu Houcong.

He was naturally certain that the human god on earth in front of him was a benevolent and virtuous master who was rare among those terrifying true dragons.

At least that's how it seems to most people in this country.

From this, he thought of the two pythons he had served.

The Yuan family is too decayed, unlike the person in front of them like the rising sun.

However, the Erzhu family was too violent, which eventually caused the upper and lower officials to become disengaged and the common people to hold grudges.

Gao was not willing to choose betrayal if possible.

(End of this chapter)