Chapter 377. Heavenly Demon Advent (2)
“A lion with a black mane was hiding some rather vicious claws.”
“Heh heh, the quality of the host is still the same.”
“Is that so.”
“You look much better than before. Have you taken care of all your wounds?”
“yes. It’s all thanks to Sabaek.”
“Are you saying that the old man waiting for the day to die did nothing? Sajil, as well as the senior staff at the head office, should express their gratitude to the young Demon Dragon.”
“of course. I just don’t intend to follow evil, so I just hope he doesn’t fall into the wrong path.”
“Even if it is a wrong way in the eyes of a human being, it will also be the truth in the eyes of a Buddha. It’s not just about breaking and pushing down. All monks should focus on edifying sentient beings who have fallen on the wrong path.”
“Sabaeknim’s words are indeed true. However, Kang-ho’s job is not as easy as it sounds.”
“I agree too. It hurts my heart. If you could have finished it in my generation, you wouldn’t have been in hell for a while.”
“If the strife in the Sabah world disappears, we won’t have to shave our heads either.”
“haha!”
A flame of respect appeared in Hyesim’s eyes.
“Anyway, you are really great. In the history of the head office, there is probably no one who has demonstrated great mastery of wisdom as much as Sabaek.”
As Hyesim was the head of the room, he had the longest period of poisoning among the monks of Shaolin. Even in such a state, he did his best to the point of dying in order to resolve Kang-ho’s trouble.
No matter how much blood was deciphered, Shaolin’s study was outstanding, and the level achieved was excellent, it would have been enough to take half a year of training.
Even though he was in such a serious condition, the reason Hye-sim was able to get up from his seat was because of the red pine tree. The mastery of wisdom learned by the red pine throughout his life is a Qigong that competes for the highest rank among Shaolin Temple’s Shaolin Temple, so he was able to wash away the evil energy dwelling in Hyesim’s body at once.
The red pine shook his head.
“Even though I learned martial arts to rectify the evil scattered all over the world, now I am not proud of my strength. Power is ability and at the same time it is a shortcut to pride. I am afraid that I will lose my status as a monk before reaching the Buddha.”
“I dare to assure you, Sabaek will surely enter Nirvana.”
Just as when a Taoist dies, it is said that he has ascended to the top of the line, when a monk dies, it is said that he has passed into Nirvana.
However, the Nirvana that Hyesim was talking about did not mean that way. It meant true annihilation, the state of liberation.
“Now even that has been put down. I just want to devote myself infinitely because I think that my life as a monk has not been wrong.”
“You are correct.”
“by the way… … .”
I looked at the monks lined with red pine trees.
They were monks who were heavy but flexible, calm but possessed the power of a volcano. Each one of them carried a six-foot-long golden wooden handkerchief, which at first glance seemed extraordinary.
The people of the world called those one hundred and eight monks the One Hundred Eight Arhats. And they were afraid of the golden wooden kimono they were holding, calling it Tangma Geumkun (蕩魔金棍).
Representatives of Shaolin Temple are holding Shaolin’s foot soldiers, symbolizing the death of Tangma (蕩魔滅邪). Tangmageumgon, made of divine wood, was harder than steel and as flexible as soft iron.
Red Pine felt dazzling in its eyes.
“The Minister.”
They were the ones who had been taking care of the adults of Sansa without going to the stronghold for many years. Even in the midst of that, the ship gave off more intense momentum than before, as if he hadn’t neglected training.
“My, when you guys collapsed and couldn’t run Shaolin, you said you ran around here and there in your own way. So I couldn’t pay attention to those children, when did they grow up like that?”
“The merit of Nahandangju is great. Arhats have been trained well so that Shaolin can go out into the world at any time.”
“I guess so.”
Power is sometimes a trigger that leads people to a path full of desire.
However, without that power, you cannot shout out loud even if you are in an unfair situation, and it is not easy to help someone.
It was the joys and sorrows of those who were born in an age when strength determines truth. It was a red pine that became a monk to kill Buddha, but seeing Arhats who were also the pride of Shaolin made my heart pound.
“The Iron Blood Castle Lord, no, the world should know about it.”
Hyesim looked at the group of people approaching from afar.
A group of five hundred sappers armed with light armor rode the best horses in the world. I saw a group of evil who raised a stern momentum like an emperor’s army.
“How terrifying Shaolin, who has not embraced the world with a Buddhist mind, can become when he rolls into the mud and fights with the evildoers of the Sabah world.”
Standing in front of the hundred eight Arhats, Jeonggak shouted.
“Trouble, fire!”
chuck!
One hundred and eight stalwart monks turned around in unison.
The left hand is in half-length, and the tangma-geumgon held in the right hand is pulled out behind the body to make a lofty posture. He boasted great power even when he was just lined up, but his temperament was different when he took his posture.
Whoops.
It burns. golden glow.
The spirit of Shaolin’s spiritual practice, the anti-magic energy of the Great Seungbum Heavenly Spirit, emitted by the Hundred and Eight Arhats was burning like a flame.
“The preparations are complete, Sabaek-nim.”
The red pine stood up.
It was neither too big nor too small, but when Shaolin’s greatest monk stood up, the momentum of the hundred eight Arhats was multiplied.
Kugoong!
Five hundred cavalry stopped. Shortly after, the long-haired warrior in the lead rode his horse and slowly came forward.
One of the elite units that the Iron Blood Castle has grown by deceiving the world so far, was the commander of the Nanbu Cheonggun (亂斧靑軍) of the Iron God Army (鐵神軍).
It was time for the saddler to lift all the stakes on the horse’s saddle.
“Let’s get started, host.”
“yes.”
Hyesim said calmly.
“Arhats should slaughter the group of four demons and show the whole world that the spirit of Kang Ho is not dead.”
Even though he didn’t shout out loud, his voice seemed to reach a distance of ten li. It was a solemn yin-gong (音功) mixed with the unwritten Lion’s Roar (獅子吼).
Jeonggak exclaimed.
“Open!”
Whoa!
One Hundred Eight Arhats galloped towards Nanbu Cheonggun.
Bu-ju, who held the ax and opened his mouth, was startled.
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Whoa!
The approach speed of the Arhats was frighteningly fast. The new method of charging forward while folding the space was like the Chukji method. Moreover, the sight of one hundred and eight monks running at full speed, as if united as one body, was a spectacle among spectacles.
cried the viceroy.
“Prepare for battle! Bury all those damned bastards!”
“Whoaaaa!”
Kurrureung!
Five hundred mounted warriors, each holding an ax, ran out.
The two armed groups collided as if they had been waiting.
Quarreung! Whoops!
The battlefield begins with explosions and screams.
Red Pine, who had been looking at the scene with calm eyes, turned his gaze to the north.
“I think Horangmalko should have arrived by now.”
* * *
“What, what?”
Yeongsan Jinin’s face no longer looked cold.
Whoop!
It felt like my stomach was throbbing with the storm of demons gathering like a cloud. The demons rushing in from the far east at a terrifying speed were tinged with terrifying murderous intentions.
‘Awesome master! It’s a teenage high school level!’
It was a momentum reminiscent of a rough sword. It seemed as if a huge sword towered like a mountain peak and flew through the air.
It was a sharp but heavy iron sword. It was the appearance of Mazon, who had never expected anything like a treasured sword in her life, and who had grown into the strongest power of the Heavenly Demon Goddess with only an ordinary iron sword.
And behind them were the mad demons, the worst unit of the Heavenly Demon Church.
“Nosa Gwangam! over there… … !”
“That is not the problem.”
“What are you saying?!”
Looking back at Gwangamja, Yeongsan Jinin’s face hardened. The blood-stained face of Gwangamja was stained with extreme shock.
It was the expression of a child as if he had seen a ghost. The shock of seeing what he couldn’t see, what he shouldn’t have seen, was intact on his face.
And it was the same with the golden bamboo avalanche.
“No, nosa! this is?!”
“This presence… … !”
Yeongsan Jinin shouted out loud.
“Relax yourselves! There aren’t more fiends coming from the east… … !”
“It doesn’t matter now.”
“Isn’t that a problem?”
The light cancerer swallowed his saliva.
The teacher’s voice echoed in his head.
– It was written against the person who is the magistrate’s patriarch and who is revered as a god by the demonic Murim. He was the first person to deal with Jinbeop.
– do not worry. In Mado Murim, the first heavenly horse is the same as Dharma Ambassador or Jang Sam-bong of Jeongpa Murim.”
– So don’t worry.”
‘Master.’
When I spread the extinction camp a little while ago.
Although he did not use all his strength to fight, Gwangamja was greatly shocked. It was because I never imagined that in this generation, there would be a master who could withstand the fingerprints of the Cheongeuk Cheonmyeolgeumjin.
Even that young demon king endured even the third ceremony, the last ceremony of fingerprints. He was consistently pushed back, but he even killed seven former battalion masters who made up the formation with an instantaneous force amplification.
That alone was enough for the demon king’s inaction to be recorded in history. It was because even those who had mastered the magic of other sects with different pulses could not scream and die instantly, and with a body that had mastered the magical arts, they endured until three meals a day.
But what is this again?
Whose is the typhoon of magical power that is difficult to describe in words, rising from the southeast?
What is the identity of a person who handles absolute power that is difficult to even dare to describe as a demon?
“… … Heavenly Demon?”
Gwangamja looked at the golden bamboo avalanche.
Geumjuksaida’s face was full of futility. Although she noticed the young demon king’s energy later than Gwangamja, it seemed that she had managed to notice the non-standard existence that was approaching.
“Did you say the heavenly horse?”
“Heavenly Demon… … If not the Heavenly Demon, who is this demon… … .”
It seemed he didn’t even know what he was talking about. The anti-demon sword in his hand trembled.
Gwangamsa laughed involuntarily.
“Heh heh heh.”
People looked at him.
Gwangamsa muttered with a depressed expression.
“Die with the Heavenly Demon at the end of your life… … I wondered if it was only because of that that I had to spread the extinction camp, but there must have been a reason why the leader sent us on a sortie.”
They misunderstood the young Demon King as the Demonic Sect, the Heavenly Demon. And that Demon King showed enough ability.
However, the one who was approaching from tens of miles away at a terrifying speed was on a different level.
In the first place, I wondered if it was even human. However, the ‘pretending to be human’ in Magi showed that he was definitely a person. Of course, it is doubtful whether the Magi that is felt is really the Magi.
“Get everything ready.”
Sureureung.
Gwangamja took out the Bokma Shingeom (伏魔神劍), which was not pulled out even when Jin’s fingerprint was opened, and injected Jinki into the tip of the sword.
Woo woo woo!
The Divine Demon Sword, stained with splendid true spirit, spewed out a sword that was rougher than ever.
“Anyway, it seems that the one who is coming now is the root of the evil we must punish. The Heavenly Gate will be opened immediately, so everyone be prepared to die.”
After half each.
Qurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
A thunderbolt struck from the dark clouds that stretched endlessly.
And then the mawanggeo appeared.
