At night, the evening breeze blows and the sky is full of stars.

At this time, it was already the middle of the day, and even the city of Guangzhou was already silent. Only the occasional watchman walked through the dark streets beating gongs and drums, which looked a little eerie.

But the dark night is a natural cover for Zhao Wushuang. His huge body clung to the cold stone pavement, silent and fast. It was as if a black lightning bolt flashed through the street, and it was the next corner. After a few more ups and downs, you will reach the end of the long street......

"I'm going to officially set up my organization and forces tonight! Through them, as well as the two battles in the Guangzhou Theater of this Opium War, I want to control the naval battalion in Guangzhou as soon as possible......" Zhao Wushuang secretly calculated in his heart as he walked towards the Dragon King Temple.

From afar, he saw the gate of the Dragon King's Temple—it was not as dilapidated as it had been before. Since the last time Zhao Wushuang went to eat the offerings on the shrine and was discovered by the nearby villagers and was apparitioned as the dragon king, the popularity of this dragon king temple has been much stronger. The squire Qin also called for funds to renovate the Longwang Temple, which had fallen into disrepair. Of course, Zhao Wushuang didn't know about these things.

Soon, he came to the door of the Dragon King Temple. The sleek body crossed the high threshold and entered the main hall. As last time, incense and candles were still smoky, and the shrine was filled with all kinds of sumptuous offerings. Makes him whet his appetite.

It's just that Zhao Wushuang's size is much larger than last time, and a table of offerings can be casually beaten. After eating, he simply climbed onto the golden statue of the dragon king, and wrapped it around again and again, until finally the huge snake head and the serious face of the dragon king were in the same position before stopping.

He naturally did this to add a bit of mystery to himself, and Zhao Wushuang, who came from later generations, naturally knew how superstitious people were in ancient times.

Time passed minute by minute, and as soon as he arrived, he heard the sound of someone walking outside the door. Then a figure crossed the high threshold at the entrance of the temple and entered the interior of the Dragon King Temple. The two people at the forefront are Yang Ye and Liu Niu! Sure enough, there were eighteen people behind, and there were no less than one.

Zhao Wushuang was very satisfied, so he opened his mouth and let out a soft roar. Immediately, these people spotted him. With the help of the flickering candlelight, Zao Wushuang really seemed to be one with the dragon king sculpture placed on the altar, exuding a sense of mystery.

This time, even Yang Ye and Liu Niu were well-informed, and they were in awe. Twenty people knelt down in unison, and called themselves the serpent gods.

"I'm not a snake god, I'm a dragon god! I'm going to change my mind from today. Zhao Wushuang complained silently in his heart, and at the same time let go of the entangled statue of the dragon king, slid from the altar to the ground, and came to the front of the kneeling person.

Twenty clusters of soft white light flew into his body, silently strengthening every piece of his scale and muscle.

Zhao Wushuang raised his head and motioned for them to stand up. Then he looked around, and wrote a sentence on the smooth ground with a little lamp oil on the snake's tail.

"Write your names one by one, so that I may know. Then you recite my true name with all your heart, Dragon God! You can directly establish a connection with God and man, and perform miracles. ”

It was still Yang Ye who read this sentence, and then showed an incredible look. Apparently he himself was a little surprised, not knowing what kind of miracle he would experience.

"Lu Zhuang."

"Timon."

"Qian Wuqiang."

Except for Yang Ye and Liu Niu, the remaining eighteen soldiers all reported their names in turn, and Zhao Wushuang also remembered them all - it would be difficult for ordinary people to remember eighteen names after listening to them once, but this was not a difficult task for Zhao Wushuang, who already had "supernatural powers".

He remembered the names of the twenty people here, and these people also knelt on the ground with their hands folded, reverently chanting the name of Zhao Wushuang as the "Dragon God" in their hearts. In the darkness, Zhao Wushuang felt that waves of obscure and slight fluctuations appeared in the void, becoming clearer and clearer!

Then, from his vision, a shiny silk thread rose from the twenty people, connecting to his own brain. When they were completely connected, Zhao Wushuang felt a shock all over his body, and it seemed that there were twenty more people's divine consciousness in his mind, just like when he communicated with Xiaohua.

"It's wonderful! It worked. Zao Woushuang was ecstatic, but he couldn't show it. In front of believers, as a "god", it is natural to maintain enough mystery and majesty.

The twenty people who knelt on the ground continued to recite the name of the dragon god silently, but suddenly heard a low, thick and hoarse voice in their heads: "My believers, believe in me, and you will make the most correct decision in this life." ”

"Who?! Who's talking! The muscular man named Lu Zhuang stood up suddenly, with an extremely panicked look on his face. He had probably never experienced the sensation of someone putting words straight into his head.

When he saw Zhao Wushuang, who was looking at him majestically with blood-red eyes, he suddenly understood, and exclaimed, "Dragon God! It's the voice of the dragon god. Oh my God, the gods really spoke to me. That's right, it must be the dragon god, only the gods have such means. ”

After speaking, there was a look of fanatical reverence on his face, and he knelt down again. The others were also amazed by the miracle and sighed at Zao Woushuang's greatness. The power of the incense that emerged this time has more than doubled in size! This shows that Zao Wou-shuang's means of divine consciousness communication have made their beliefs more pious and profound.

"It seems that I really have the potential to pretend to be a magic stick." Zhao Wushuang's heart was dark and happy.

Since they are all gods, they simply have to do a full set. So, a mythical story was born......

Through communicating with the divine consciousness of these believers, Zhao Wushuang told them that he was the lord of the dragons in the heavenly court, known as the dragon god, and his status was extremely high. At the same time, he is also in charge of the change of dynasties in the world, and the emperor often calls himself the "true dragon" in the "True Dragon Son of Heaven", which is himself.

More than two hundred years ago, he fell into a deep sleep because of his cultivation of immortal methods, and he didn't notice that the demons he suppressed secretly escaped from the immortal weapon and came to the white mountains and black waters in the northeast to make trouble. The Great Demon King Nurhachi used thirteen pairs of battle armor that had been refined for thousands of years to arm the demons under his command, and began to attack the rule of the Huaxia clan, which was supposed to be the darling of the heavens. In the end, he succeeded and established the evil Manchu court. brutally suppressed the Chinese people.

It wasn't until a year ago that he woke up from his slumber to find that the world had been devastated. For the fate of hundreds of millions of living beings in Huaxia Shenzhou, he resolutely gave up his immortal cultivation and went down to the mortal world. Starting from a poisonous snake, while re-cultivating, he wants to regain the dominance of the Huaxia people from the Manchu demons......