Chapter 73 Assassination of the Ni Nirvana Master

Although it was late at night, there were still many lights in the Ni Nishima Mansion, especially the hall was brightly lit, shining like daytime.

In the hall, the Ni Nie Master was wearing a royal robe and sat upright on a short table, looking happy and smiling, and he was even happier than the New Year.

Sitting upright were Pushang, the son of Ni Nishima, Moshiluo, the leader of the Manichaeism, and a group of "civil and military ministers".

Manichaeism is the state religion of Persia, with hundreds of years of history and has always been respected by the Persian royal family. Balus led the Persian royal family to retreat eastward, so the leaders of Manichaeism naturally wanted to follow him.

Even if it doesn't come, it won't work, because the Arab Empire promoted the Yislan religion, which was backed by force. If the Manichaeist leader did not leave, he would be killed.

It was also this time that the retreat eastward led to the introduction of Manichaeism to Middle Earth. Because "Mo" and "Demon" were homophonic to "Demon", it was mistakenly called "Demon Cult", and it was passed down from this.

Although he was in exile, the "exiled government" of Ni Nishishi is still sound, and the "civilian and military ministers" are still complete.

The reason why they were so happy was that Wu Zetian officially enthroned the Ni Nishima as the King of Persia. This is what they were looking forward to day and night. How could they not be happy?

Although several days have passed, they are still happy.

Moreover, Wu Zetian conferred Ni Nishima as the King of Persia in front of Muragu, and her attitude was absolutely tough enough, which also shows that Wu Zetian was extremely unhappy with the Arab Empire, which was great news for the Persian royal family.

What made them most happy was that Wu Zetian immediately reset the "Persian Protectorate". Although the Persian Protectorate is not strong yet and is still on paper, this is a substantial progress, and Wu Zetian has taken action.

Although the Persian king was noble, it was a little worse than taking action.

"Your Majesty is wise. You can enthrone me as the King of Persia and reset the Persian Protectorate. This is great news." The Ni Nishima smiled, with only a small slit left in his eyes.

"Haha." A burst of laughter sounded, from the mouths of the ministers.

Over the years, they have been looking forward to returning to their hometown and rebuilding the Persian Empire at all times. Now, they have finally come to a huge amount of good news, and they really want to sing loudly.

"We must not let down Your Majesty's expectations." Ni Nie was very excited and said, "Your Majesty has great kindness to me and Persia. We must manage the Persian Protectorate. I mean, send people back to your hometown first and collect information. The Celestial Empire needs this information."

"The king is wise." The ministers hurriedly agreed.

The reason why Li Longji suggested that Wu Zetian reset the Persian Protectorate's Mansion now is that the Persian royal family can inquire about information. It is definitely much easier for the Persian royal family to inquire about information than the Tang people, because the Tang people's appearance is different from the Persians. When they go to Persia to inquire about information, they can easily reveal their identity.

Not to mention, the royal family still has great influence.

As long as the management is done properly, a huge intelligence network will be arranged in the former Persian land and even the Middle East, which is of great benefit to the Tang Dynasty.

"As long as we send people back to Persia, our believers will inevitably respond." The leader of the Manichaeism, M. Luo, was very excited, his tone was a little high, almost singing it.

"That's that's it." Ni Nishima emphasized his emphasis and agreed with this.

Manichaeism has a history of hundreds of years and is the state religion of the Persian Empire. Is its influence even more? As long as someone goes back to organize, Manichaeism will inevitably respond.

"Let's discuss carefully who will go back and how to do this." The Ni Nirvana's eyes shone.

"Okay! Let's discuss together." Everyone agreed in unison.

You said, I said, and the scene started to talk. The scene was very lively and could be said to be free and easy.

"Bang." In the main conversation, there was a bang, and the door was knocked open, and a group of murderous men in black appeared at the door.

"Who?" The Ni Nishima rolled his eyes, shining brightly, and shouted loudly.

"Mr. Ni Ni Ni, your death period has arrived." Abdullah, the leader, sneered and said to Master Ni Ni Ni.

His eyes were smeared on the bodies of the Ni Nishima, Pu Shang, and Mma Luo, as if a hunter was looking at the prey, and said, "It's all here, it's great! I can catch them all in one go."

"Great cannibal?" The Ni Nishima's eyes were about to spew out of fire, and new and old hatreds all came to his heart.

His homeland was destroyed by the Arab Empire, and he had to go into exile with his father Balus since childhood. Now, he finally settled in the Tang Dynasty, but the Arab Empire did not let him go and sent assassins to kill him. The hatred of the Ni Nirvana Master was like a surging river, endless.

"Pagan." The eyes of Ms. Luo stood up and shouted hatred.

Manichaeism is the state religion of Persia, with hundreds of years of history. In Persia, it is necessary to get wind and rain. Where did you think that the Arab Empire came over and ruthlessly suppressed Manichaeism and forced the believers to convert to Yisiranism, otherwise they would be beheaded. Under the high pressure of the Arab Empire, many believers converted to Yisiranism.

Even so, the Arab Empire still did not let Manichi go and ruthlessly suppressed Manichi. The leaders of the Manichi, such as the Manichi leader, had to follow the Persian royal family to move eastward and finally come to the Tang Dynasty.

There are too many hatreds, more than the sand on the beach. When I first saw people from the Arab Empire, Ms., the leader of the Manichi religion, had to be angry.

"You are a pagan! If you don't believe in Allah, you don't believe in Allah, you should die in your sins!" Abdullah looked at Ms. Ruthra, his eyes as if Ms. Ruthra had dug up his ancestral tomb.

Abdullah was a fanatical religious figure. To him, Allah was everything, and the leader of the Manichaeism was a pagan.

"Damn the pagan!" Abdullah yelled at the mechanic Luo, waved his right hand and shouted: "Kill! Kill all the pagans!"

"Kill all the pagans!" The killer behind him shouted in unison.

"Cold clang." A crisp rubbing sound rang out. The killers pulled out the Arab scimitar and held it tightly in their hands. Their eyes were full of hatred, and they looked at the Ni Nirvana and the others.

This time, the Arab Empire made careful plans for the assassination of the Nirvana Master. These killers were all religious fanatics who chose to choose from. For them, they did not believe that Allah was a pagan and that sin was worthy of death.

"Kill!" Abdullah waved his right hand and shouted in a deep voice.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!" The killers roared and rushed up, slashing the scimitar in their hands at Ni Nishima and others.

"Kill all the pagans!" The Ni Nishima's eyes were like fire, and he pulled out the scimitar and held it tightly in his hand. His wrist flapped, and a beautiful sword light appeared, knocking away the scimitar that was slashing towards him.

"Kill all the pagans." Just as the Ni Nirvana master and the others took action, Pu Shang, Mo Shi Luo and others drew out their scimitars and slashed them.

The Ni Nirvana and his men were the Persian royal family who were in danger at all times. This martial art must be practiced. As exiles, if they do not have the ability to be successful, they may be killed at any time.

Therefore, their skills are pretty good and they are very sharp when slashing and killing. The killers of the Arab Empire can do nothing to them for a moment.

"It's okay." Abdullah saw it and nodded, "These pagans have some meaning."

Then his eyes turned cold, he pressed his right hand on the hilt of the knife and pulled out the sheath.

A crisp metal friction sounded, and a cold Arabian scimitar appeared in his hand. With a wave of his right hand, a beautiful sword light flashed, like a craftsman, unstoppable.

"Ah." A scream rang out, and a Persian exile flew up and died in a bad life.

"Puff." The scimitar in Abdullah's hand drew a beautiful arc, and another exile died.
Chapter completed!