Chapter 230 God Shura agrees
If you fail, you will be responsible for everything.
But if it succeeds, then the Wang Quan Sword lineage will really become famous all over the world. Not only for yourself, but also for your own family and everyone in the Wang Quan family,
God Shura looked at the steadfast King Quan Wumu and sat cross-legged. The scenery of the two changed again and turned into a paradise. The environment here is beautiful, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, and a bottomless stream flows down.
Huaishui Bamboo Pavilion, the seventh day of July. God Shura made a gesture of invitation, and at the same time, a game of chess appeared in front of the two of them. This game seemed to be dead, but if there was a chance, there would also be a glimmer of hope.
Wang Quan Wumu said calmly: "What did the senior mean?"
"Don't worry, the time here is completely different from the outside world. A day here is only half an hour in the outside world."
God Shura sat on the chair, picked up the tea cup on the table, took a sip and said calmly: "Sit down and chat with me for a while."
God Shura put away his previous contempt and was also a little impressed. The Wang Quan Wumu in front of him was not only because of his bohemian character, but also his unswerving temper. It also reminded God Shura of the time when he had not yet become a god.
Back then, God Shura and Wang Quan Wumu were basically the same. They both wanted to become more powerful, and wanted to create their own gods and become the real strong man in the world.
Unfortunately, it was too difficult to create your own gods, and in the end you had to choose to judge the famous Shura gods. Now that so many years have passed, when I look back on what happened back then, my face is full of bitterness.
God Shura said calmly: "Your slave cannot withstand God Shura's divine test. Are you sure you want him to accept it? Once he fails, I'm afraid he will be dead."
After Wang Quan Wumu was silent for a moment, he said: "I believe in him. Even without me, I'm afraid he will not give up inheriting the Shura God." After hearing this, the Shura God also smiled and said nothing. Human life is only once , once it fails, there is only death, and there is no way to survive like Tang Chen, the king of killing.
So this is also the last advice from God Shura. If you fail, not only will you not be able to inherit the God Shura, but more importantly, you will die.
It completely transformed into a ball of powder and disappeared from this world.
God Shura took a sip of tea and said: "I can give your slave a chance, but whether he can succeed or not depends on his own decision."
Wang Quan Wumu nodded, cupped his hands and said: "Then there is work. Senior, if you have any needs after everything is done, just say it, junior will definitely not refuse."
"Hehehe, let's wait until you succeed."
Shura Shenxiao. He smiled, and he did not think that Wang Quan Wumu could completely create his own gods, because the creation of his own gods required not the assessment of gods, but the assessment of heaven at a higher level.
Once it fails, life and death will also disappear.
After a simple exchange between the two, God Shura left this place, and Wang Quan Wumu also returned to the killing city.
Tell Feng Fatty about this.
After learning that God Shura agreed to pass the god to him, Feng Pang was also full of surprise. Feng Pang widened his eyes, looked at Wang Quan Wumu, and stammered: "Young... Young Master, is this true? The Shura God wants to pass it on to me? Why do I feel like I'm dreaming? "
Wang Quan Wumu nodded and said, "It's true, Feng Fatty has recognized your potential, but this also means that you will face huge challenges. and responsibility.”
He never thought that one day he would be recognized by the gods. After all, there are only a handful of gods in Douluo Continent, and there is not much aesthetic inheritance left behind. That's why it's a bit shocking.
Wang Quan Wumu didn't say anything. In short, if Shura God didn't pass on the magic to Feng Pang, then he would naturally have other ways.
After all, Killing Red Rabbit has stopped inviting others to enter. If those people are not recognized by the Hell Road, it is impossible to obtain the permission of the King of Killing to come here to inherit the deity of Shura God.
Feng Fatty scratched his head, with excitement and worry on his face, "Master, can I really do it? The Shura God is so powerful, I'm afraid that I will live up to his expectations, and I'm also afraid of giving you "Troublesome."
Wang Quan Wumu patted Feng Pang on the shoulder and encouraged: "Feng Pang, you have to believe in yourself. I see your hard work and growth, since Shura God. Choosing you means that you have the qualifications and I will always be by your side to help you.”
Feng Pang took a deep breath and his eyes gradually became firm, "Okay, Master, I will work hard! Then what should I do next?"
Wang Quan Wumu thought for a moment and said: "First of all , we must be prepared in the Killing City. Although it is dangerous here, there are also many opportunities and resources that can help you improve your strength. You must take the time to practice and become familiar with your abilities, and you must also understand the relevant information of the Shura God. "
In the following days, Feng Pang devoted himself wholeheartedly to practice. He gets up early and goes to bed late every day, honing his will and skills in the special environment of the Killing City. Wang Quanwumu also often gave him guidance and advice to help him solve problems he encountered in his cultivation.
However, as time went by, they also discovered some problems. Not everyone in the Killing City hopes that Feng Pang will successfully inherit the Shura God. Some forces began to interfere and obstruct them secretly.
At this time, it was time for Wang Quan Wumu to prepare for the Nine Heavenly Thunder. After Wang Quan Wumu arrived at the safest place in the Killing City, he sat cross-legged.
Feng Pang stood in the distance and summoned his martial spirit, staring in this direction. If anyone dared to disturb the young master's self-created god, he would kill them without hesitation.
The sky gradually became gloomy and dark clouds gathered, as if the whole world was shrouded in a thick layer of haze. An oppressive atmosphere filled the air, foreshadowing the terrifying power of the nine-layer thunder that was about to come.
Wang Quan Wumu’s face was solemn, and his eyes were filled with a little solemnity.
He took a deep breath, adjusted his state, mobilized all his soul power, and prepared to face the upcoming test of life and death.
Every sky thunder contains the power to destroy the heaven and the earth. If you are not careful, it may be wiped out in ashes, but he has no idea of flinching, his eyes are shining with the desire for powerful power and the desire to create something new. The persistent belief in the gods.
Feng Pang clenched the weapon in his hand, his muscles all over his body were tense and his nerves were highly tense. His eyes were like a torch, staring at the movement around him, and no slightest movement could escape his eyes.
He was well aware of the huge risks the young master faced at this moment, and secretly swore in his heart that even if it cost his own life, he would never let anyone interfere with the young master.
(End of this chapter)