Chapter 176 The Messenger
This year's winter seems to come earlier than in previous years.
Every winter is a disaster day for slaves.
Because slaves have to work in winter, and supplies are not guaranteed, many slaves will freeze to death.
But this year is different. Hongjia City provides warm houses for everyone.
Ning Mo even invented floor heating.
The entire underground layer of Hongjia City was hollowed out and covered with crystals!
That's right, Ning Mo is so rich that he covered it with hundreds of millions of crystals. Then Ning Mo only needs to release a trace of fire law to control the crystals to be full of fire energy and preserve it forever. It only takes Ning Mo's consciousness to raise or lower the temperature! !
Ning Mo suddenly felt that this was probably the power of God!
Jasmine is a 17-year-old slave who escaped from a very far slave village.
Their family of ten people fled all the way to here, and only Jasmine survived. Her parents, younger brother, and uncle are all dead.
Jasmine originally wanted to die, but she persisted when she thought of her parents giving her the last bite of food before they died, asking her to live well and live with the hope of the whole family.
Jasmine is very hardworking. As a girl, she signed up for the Red Armor Corps, trained day and night, and gradually achieved results and became a team leader.
Today, Jasmine trained as usual, but she didn't expect the city lord to come to check.
This was the first time Jasmine saw the city lord. She originally thought that the city lord would be a mature uncle, but she didn't expect it to be a teenager of the same age as her. She immediately felt admiration for him, but soon, Jasmine hid this admiration. She was just a slave who fled, and the other party was the high and mighty city lord, and it was said that he was also a Shura. How could she have admiration for him?
"You! Is there something wrong?" Ning Mo saw a black-skinned girl in the Red Armor Corps staring at him with a piercing gaze.
Jasmine was so scared that her face turned red. Fortunately, her skin was too dark to cover her blush. Jasmine hurriedly shook her head: "No... It's okay!"
Ning Mo nodded: "It's good that you are okay. Everyone, train well. There will be many battles to come. Train more in peacetime to survive on the battlefield!"
"Thank you!" Jasmine suddenly shouted out with courage from nowhere.
Ning Mo looked at the girl in astonishment: "Thank me?"
Jasmine nodded vigorously: "Yes, thank you! You made many of us feel what warmth, freedom, life, and dreams are! Thank you!! Many people in our Red Armor Legion, even though they know that war will kill them, are not afraid at all. We fight for ourselves! Thank you!"
Looking at the girl's burning eyes, Ning Mo suddenly felt that his unintentional actions did give many people hope.
Ning Mo was just doing it casually like completing a character, but seeing so many grateful eyes, Ning Mo suddenly felt a sense of belonging. Since he had gathered so many slaves, he really couldn't just leave. In addition to dealing with Shura, he also had to unify the entire Shadow Realm so that everyone could laugh from the bottom of their hearts.
Boom!
Just when the training ground was warm and peaceful.
A huge wooden boat suddenly flew in the sky.
That's right!
A wooden boat can actually fly in the sky, what a shocking scene.
The knowledgeable Xue Fusi exclaimed: "This is the Shura Flying Boat! Legend has it that Shura has supreme power and can make ordinary wooden boats fly in the air! Everyone, no matter who they are, no matter where they are, must kneel down when they see the Shura Flying Boat."
Ning Mo smiled.
Interesting? Shura Flying Boat! It's very impressive.
Ning Mo's mental power can sense that there should be at least three elemental energies constantly running on this Shura Flying Boat, wind element, fire element, and a water element.
It should be through some special mechanism that these three elements run under the flying boat, forming buoyancy and power, so as to fly into the sky.
The Shura flying boat was majestic, flying directly over the city wall from the air, slowly descending, and landing in the open space in front of the training ground.
The flying boat opened wide.
Hundreds of messengers wearing golden robes and covering their eyes walked out of the flying boat.
On the training ground, all the Red Armor Legion were nervous and clenched their weapons, ready for battle.
Xuefusi stepped forward and said in a low voice: "City Lord, these are the messengers of Ermo Shura! We should be targeted by Shura."
The golden delegation of 100 people was led by a messenger wearing a unique dark golden robe.
He was the upper messenger of Ermo Shura, and his status in the entire territory was second only to Shura.
The envoy glanced at the slave army and sneered: "A group of slaves also want to resist the rule of Lord Shura, they are really desperate! Kneel down! I am the envoy of Ermo Shura! This time, I come to announce your crimes!"
Not to mention, even if they have gotten rid of their slave status, the people of the Red Armor Army are still very nervous. The slave status has been engraved in their DNA, and many people instinctively kneel down.
Ning Mo shouted louder: "How dare you! You don't kneel down when you see this city lord!"
The envoy clenched his fists in anger. If it weren't for Shura's order, he came here mainly to invite the city lord of Red Armor City to the Shura Temple. He really wanted to kill the city lord in front of him.
The envoy's strength is that of a Shura. He became a Shura at a young age, and his future is limitless.
The envoy stared at Ning Mo and said coldly: "You are the Shura who is said to be from the Red Armor City!"
Ning Mo said in a low-key tone: "No, no, no, I'm not Shura yet. How about you give it a try?"
The messenger's face was livid. It was clear that the other party was deliberately provoking him. Take a deep breath and hold it back! Hold it! !
The envoy announced: "No matter what your strength is, you must remember that this is the territory of Emo Shura. If you make trouble in the territory of Emo Shura, this is something Shura will not tolerate! However, in view of Emo Shura's outstanding mind, He has a far-sighted vision. He heard that you were a slave in Hongjia Village and became Shura step by step. You are a rare talent. Master Shura has developed a love for talents, so he wants to invite you to the Temple of the Evil Demon. Master Shura wants to I will personally appoint you as Shura Dharma Protector. As long as you obey the orders of Emo Shura from now on, Emo Shura will forget everything you have done before!"
What a great official authority!
Hahaha!
Ning Mo originally thought that this evil demon Shura would come directly to kill him, but he didn't expect that the other party was so arrogant. He actually sent a messenger and wanted to make him his subordinate. He was extremely arrogant.
Probably this evil demon Shura didn't take him seriously at all.
Ning Mo said calmly: "What if I don't want to become Shura Dharma Protector!"
"How dare you disobey Shura's orders!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the whole body of the envoy was filled with Shura anger. A powerful position enveloped Ning Mo. Cracks appeared in the space in all directions. The entire training ground's red-armored army was suppressed by this powerful aura and was completely breathless, let alone Take action.
Even top heaven-level experts like Xuefusi are struggling.
It is indeed a Shura, even if you are just getting started, it is already a genuine Shura.
Master the Law of Shura!
snort! Play with me? !
Ning Mo condensed the sword intention on his fingertips, integrated it into the law of fire, and waved it casually!
Haotian sword energy! !
Phew!
Two beams of flaming sword light were launched directly, and merged into one in the air, splitting the stance!
Pong!
The envoy's Shura stance was instantly shattered.
Hundreds of ordinary messengers behind the superior messenger were knocked away by the explosive energy shock wave, and were either killed or seriously injured.
The envoy lost a lot of face, but he actually refrained from attacking.
Instead, he pretended to be nonchalant and laughed and said: "Okay, okay! You are indeed the talent that Master Shura has chosen. He is indeed extraordinary. Brother, I was just joking with you just now. This time I came here as a special and sincere invitation." You go and see Master Shura! Master Shura is thirsty for wisdom and wants to meet you very much. It is not easy for you to cultivate from a slave to Shura. If you practice on your own, you will definitely go crazy. Master Shura can guide you and teach you the correct way. Shura cultivation methods will help you grow quickly!”
He is truly a master at adapting to the changing circumstances.
The envoy had obviously played a heavy hand just now. After being defeated by Ning Mo, he immediately began to flatter him. No wonder it was the envoy. He probably did this kind of thing very often.
It just so happened that Ning Mo really wanted to see with his own eyes what a real Shura looked like.
Although this superior messenger is also an Shura, he is different from a real Shura.
The real Shura is the real Shura who has survived since the ancient seal.
As for the Shura like the Envoy, they just learned it by referring to the Shura's cultivation method.
In addition, Red Armor City finally gained some scale.
If a war breaks out in Hongjia City, Hongjia City will definitely be destroyed and countless people will be displaced.
Ning Mo simply took advantage of the situation and went to the Hongmen Banquet.
Ning Mo said calmly: "Okay! Go back and tell your Lord Shura that after I take care of the things in the city, I will find time to visit him!"
The envoy's face was a bit unbearable: "Master Shura means, let me invite you over now!"
Xuefusi quickly stepped forward to stop him: "City Lord! There must be a fraud here!"
The envoy slapped Xuefusi in the air: "I'm talking to your city lord, is it your turn to interrupt!"
Snapped! !
A slap in the air was so powerful that Xuefusi had no resistance and was actually slapped dozens of meters away. Although there was no serious injury, it was a huge insult to Xuefusi's dignity.
Ning Mo slapped his backhand in the same way: "Who gave you the courage to hit my man!"
The messenger is not Xuefusi, he is a real Shura.
He transformed, his body disappeared instantly, and he avoided the slap.
Unexpectedly, Ning Mo locked onto the messenger's figure and teleported there with him, at the same speed! The same space!
Relatively still!
Snapped! !
A real slap on the messenger's face.
It didn't cause much damage, but it was a slap in the face.
The envoy dared not speak out in anger. After all, this was the person invited by Lord Shura. If he messed up, it would not benefit him.
The messenger swore in his heart: This account! When you go to Shura Temple, I will settle the matter with you! ! You can't be arrogant for much longer! ! Sooner or later I will humiliate you a million times! !
There was no other way. The envoy had to smile even after being beaten, and announced: "The Lord of the Red Armor City listens to the order! The Evil Demon Shura appoints you as the new protector, and you must go to the Evil Demon Temple to meet him within ten days."
Ning Mo responded calmly: "Oh!"
The envoy held back his raging anger and gritted his teeth every word: "Ten days! I hope the city lord will arrive at the Temple of the Evil Demon within ten days! Otherwise, you will be responsible for the consequences!"
After saying that, not wanting to stay any longer, he took a group of envoys back to the Shura flying boat in embarrassment and flew away quickly.
After all the envoys left, Xuefusi stepped forward and said worriedly: "City Lord, do you really want to go to the temple?"
Ning Mo confidently said: "Go! Of course we have to go! We are in other people's territory. If we don't go, sooner or later they will come. By then, the Red Armor City will be devastated. I might as well go by myself!"
Xuefusi was well-informed and said worriedly: "I heard that the Temple of the Evil Demon was left over from ancient times and preserves the magic power of ancient Shura. If you go like this, City Lord, aren't you going to be a wolf in the tiger's mouth!!"
Ning Mo has a sword clone, so he doesn't panic at all!
"Don't worry! I will naturally have a way to deal with it!"
After Ning Mo left, Red Armor City encountered attacks from other cities.
Ning Mo deliberately spent three days building the barrier.
And also set up soul stones!
Even if the residents of Red Armor City die, the soul stone can collect the souls of the residents, and then they can be used to summon the dead to help them resurrect.
Because most of the residents of Red Armor City are slaves, many people do not have the skills to practice soul resurrection. After all, soul resurrection requires a soul altar, and how can the warriors cultivate soul altars for slaves, even in their own lord's mansion? Sorry, they are only available in every city.
At the same time, some daily tasks were arranged for Feidi, Xuefus and others.
After everything was arranged, Ning Mo was relieved to leave the Red Armor City and go to the Shura Temple.
The Temple of Evil Demon is located in the northern wasteland.
Ning Mo flew with his sword and soon arrived at the center of the wasteland.
Ning Mo looked at the mountain to explore the air, and found that this wasteland was very evil. It was like a funnel, continuously absorbing all the cold air from all directions.
When approaching the Temple of Evil Demon, a mysterious and powerful force forcibly dragged Ning Mo down.
This drag aroused Ning Mo's vigilance to the maximum.
Worthy of being an ancient Shura.
That special force field was completely different from the others.
Ning Mo landed on the ground and came to the entrance of the temple.
The temple is composed of 108 stone pillars ten meters in diameter and one hundred meters high. Many of the stone pillars have been damaged, but liquid-like energy flows out from the damaged locations. If an ordinary person takes a sip of this, it may be able to directly upgrade to a hundred levels.
Ning Mo used his sword clone to walk into the temple door.
Buzz——
A special energy directly pushed the sword clone away.
"Who is it?" Two golden-robed messengers suddenly appeared, holding swords and halberds aimed at Ning Mo and
Ning Mo looked at the two envoys in front of him. There was a similar energy flowing in the stone pillars. It was obvious that they must have absorbed the energy of ancient Shura here for many years, and their temperaments were completely different.
Ning Mo said in a deep voice: "The people you Shura invited!"
The two envoys looked at each other and withdrew their swords and halberds: "Are you the city lord of the Red Armor City?"
Ning Mo raised his head: "Exactly!"
The two envoys suddenly became a little nervous, because the person in front of them was the person that even Lord Shura needed to look at.
One can imagine how terrifying the strength of the person in front of him is.
What's strange is that with their detection capabilities, they can't feel the aura of Shura on Ning Mo's body at all. Could it be that the other party is not Shura? ? !
How is this possible? If the other party is only a heaven-level person, how could Lord Shura treat him so seriously?
"Go...go in!" The messenger was a little shaky when he spoke.
Ah!
Ning Mo smiled, and naturally knew that the two envoys were not shaking because of fear, but because they were guilty. If Ning Mo guessed correctly, the entire temple had already set up a Hongmen Banquet, just waiting for Ning Mo to jump in!
That's why the two envoys subconsciously became nervous when they heard Ning Mo's name.
Ning Mo walked in swaggering and even naughtily patted the messenger on the shoulder.
The messenger was so frightened that he trembled.
"Hahaha!" Ning Mo laughed, "Don't be nervous! You act like there is a trap inside you!"
The two envoys looked at each other, feeling even more frightened and feeling uneasy.
They thought Ning Mo was really scary. He knew there was a trap inside but still went in. How confident he was.
No, they have to notify other brothers quickly and get ready. A fierce battle is definitely inevitable.