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

Chapter 382 True appearance?

"Heaven——"

This is the most terrifying existence in the Ming court.

Since ancient times, there have been countless texts describing the terror of these powerful beings who rule the world.

Heavenly beings are powerful beings that are absolutely invincible to mortals and cause evil spirits from all directions to flee for them.

No matter it is "the emperor is clear, everything is clear" in the book of ministers

It’s still as described by Zhou Li.

"The whole world is cared for, and all the nations obey it; the mountains and rivers of mighty virtue are kept in submission."

Or it could be "The kings of all nations, the whole world surrendered."

But reincarnation has its own destiny, and no true dragon can escape the fate of decay.

Not in the Tang and Han Dynasties, even less in the Yuan and Ming Dynasties——

The decline of Mingting and the weakness of Zhenlong almost happened at the same time.

Everyone thought that with the real dragon's weakness, Mingting would be like what the people who had lived on this land had experienced countless times.

Even if he occasionally comes back, he will never be able to regain his former power, and will eventually die completely in weakness and loneliness.

This is how it should be——

Hearing the explanation from the voice behind her, Luo Zhi had to raise her eyes again.

She looked at the splendid light beam on Niumao Mountain with complicated feelings.

For the first time today, his words were less crazy and more fearful for the first time today.

"Why is the real dragon here?"

Everyone can have a good time, but if I were asked to go there, I would definitely not go there and die.

Hear Luo Zhi's inquiry.

The figure in the darkness was silent for a moment.

As the golden light flashed across Niumao Mountain, the fog in the Zhao family compound gradually disappeared.

Yu Dayou and others looked up and saw the sun hanging high above their heads, piercing the cold winter and shining on the snowy ridge.

Realizing that the most dangerous moment was over, I couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

With the normalization of the Zhao Mansion, the inside of the Taoist temple and the outside of the Taoist temple have become two completely different worlds.

The headless Emperor Wenchang behind him sat on the ancient moss-covered stone platform.

For some reason, since Luo Zhi stepped into this Taoist temple, she has always felt a sense of being watched.

And the source of sight in the darkness came from the direction of the decapitated Wenchang statue.

There seemed to be something crawling back and forth in front of the strange mural that recorded King Zhou Zhao's search for the Tao and became an immortal.

But as Luo Zhiruo turned her head with feeling, she wanted to take a closer look at the thing lingering in front of the mural.

The black figure disappeared in an instant.

"Who knows-"

The voice behind him was silent for a long time, as if he couldn't give an answer, so he could only answer casually.

The voice was ethereal and dead, making it impossible to tell the difference between men and women.

Like those old monsters who have been sleeping underground for thousands of years and have long lost all human emotions.

Or maybe - immortal for thousands of years, immortal in all dharmas, he has become the legendary true immortal and true Buddha.

But just like the voice said.

What is it itself? Who knows?

"Just like the Zhu family's true dragon in the Ming Dynasty should have died a long time ago - who is the true dragon now? Who knows?"

He didn't seem to think that he had just revealed a terrible secret.

After hearing this gruesome news, existence opened his eyes suddenly and was behind Luo Zhi, who was shocked and speechless.

Quietly, he looked at the golden beam of light that penetrated the sky and the earth in front of him.

Despite his doubts, his tone remained indifferent.

"Forget it... none of this is important anymore - I still have to do it after all..."    "When I meet the saints of the White Lotus Sect in Han and Tibet this time, ask them to hand over the authentic copies of the Six Sutras of Maitreya. It’s time to add one more method to my five true Mahayana teachings..."

Listening to the voice coming from the leader of the Luo Sect behind her, Luo Zhi subconsciously ignored the abnormality she just saw in front of her eyes, and the sound of wet tentacles coming from beside her dragging across the uneven ground, making an astonishing sound. The sound of hair standing on end.

"If they were killed suddenly, wouldn't Sun Xianren be blamed?"

Luo Zhi said cautiously, facing the powerful leader beside him.

She put away her unruliness, and her expression became respectful and pious, with a little worry.

After all, the Six Maitreya Sutras are the foundation of the White Lotus Sect.

As long as that White Lotus Saint has no brains, she will not share it with heretics like herself.

What's more, what the leader wants is the original.

She really couldn't think of any other choice other than killing people and grabbing treasures.

However, although the White Lotus Sect's power has been greatly damaged in recent years due to being targeted by the Ming court.

However, because of the silent support of the True Immortal in the Water, other forces were afraid and did not dare to take the opportunity to annex the property and land of the White Lotus Sect and divide its followers.

Moreover, I remember that the leader once said that if he wanted to completely eliminate Sun En, the leader himself would have to pay an unacceptable price.

"Ah--"

Unexpectedly, after listening to Luo Zhi's words, a chuckle came from behind her.

This chuckle came from all directions and enveloped Luo Zhi.

Hearing this laughter, Luo Zhi instinctively felt a sense of fear in her heart, like a person who has lived inland for a long time and suddenly fell into the bottom of the sea one day, unable to resist and drowning.

"Is it really Sun En who is still alive now? He can become an immortal through weapons, water into an immortal, fire into an immortal - after the corpse is dissolved, the true spirit is dead, so how can one become an immortal - "

The golden light outside the Taoist temple became stronger and stronger for some unknown reason.

The voice behind Luo Zhi in the Taoist temple became intermittent for some reason.

"He won't... care-"

"According to plan...acting...is——"

"As you command——"

Luo Zhi nodded and replied. She meekly lowered her head to show her submission to the leader and the head of the family.

The leader of the Luo Sect hidden in the darkness behind him seemed to be very satisfied with this.

I felt the cold, dead breath behind me getting farther and farther away.

A golden light outside the Taoist temple pierced through the darkness. Although it could not tear apart the thousand-year night, there was always a glimmer of light that fell on Luo Zhi's face.

This made her suddenly have an unprecedented idea in her heart.

What does the true form of the leader look like?

Unlike those portraits hidden in the mist in sects.

What is the true appearance of the leader in reality?

Think of this.

Luo Zhi turned her head slightly and looked back gently.

Don't dare to make any movement or noise.

That figure was too confident because of the past performance of the believers, and he was in the darkest underground place where weird things were stored in the world.

He didn't think those poor weak things could see through such darkness.

But he didn't notice that outside the Taoist temple, the scorching sun penetrated the fog.

A ray of light slipped quietly through the opening of the cemetery.

For the first time, it points out the way forward for those confused people who have been wandering in the darkness for a long time.

That is--

Luo Zhi saw the distant and blurry figure.

The distance was too far, and Luo Zhi could only see a somewhat distorted outline.

She didn't pay too much attention to the rickety figure shrouded in black robe.

Instead, he continued to look down and saw the eight pairs of giant walking legs that the Luo Jiao leader relied on for walking.

(End of this chapter)