Chapter 261
Crying.
His beard, interspersed with white hair, is stained with blood. The elderly monk let out a broken voice.
“No, devil. You are a devil.”
A calm voice pierced his ears.
“Sakyamuni (釋迦) defeated the devil’s delusion and attained enlightenment under the bodhi tree. but… … “
Aww.
A hand with a chilling blue river came out of the monk’s chest.
The open wounds were already frozen, and frosted drops of blood fell to the ground as shards of ice.
“No realization can lead in the face of death.”
The monk trembled from the chill that invaded his body.
Even he himself did not know if it was because of the extreme cold that froze his organs, or because of the energy of death that had come right before his eyes.
no, i couldn’t figure it out
Slurr, fluff.
The pupils of an old man, a dark demon, looked down at the deceased monk with his eyes wide open.
‘It was dangerous. It was more than I thought.’
He looked around. At the entrance to the collapsed Myeonbyeokdong, four bodies were strewn about, including a middle-aged monk who had just collapsed.
‘The Four Great Diamonds’
As befits the leading monks in Shaolin Temple, each one of them was a master of noble martial arts.
Especially, the last one is a master who has reached the stage of transcendence. If he hadn’t given up his flesh and taken his bones, he might have lost his life in the pass of the Four Great Diamonds.
‘Sick bastards. It’s somehow going on.’
Shaolin Temple suffered losses that were close to being saved in the last Jeongma War.
The damage was so great that it cannot be compared to the past when it was called the best in the world, but the power of Shaolin Temple that lasted for a thousand years still remained.
‘But that’s until today.’
All plans are going well. The Four Great Geumgang died following King Hongdo, and Hongcheondo will also die at the hands of Yeomho.
Hundreds of flesh spirits, all senses of which have been removed, will only retreat after staining Seungsan with blood and burning the secrets of Janggyeonggak.
If the martial arts are lost following the core master, the Shaolin Temple will surely fall.
And there was a mission that took precedence above all else.
‘Green jade fire field.’
I couldn’t figure out why Shaolin’s sacred objects were so important, but I must do it.
Because it is none other than the command of the Lord of Heaven, ‘Isn’t that the reason why he came with us?
‘I’m in charge of the sword, and you guys are in charge of Shaolin. If you can’t find the Green Jade Fireplace… … I’ll leave it to your imagination what will happen.’
Hansoo’s face stiffened as he recalled the last words he said.
There shouldn’t be a single mistake. If you fail, you will pay dearly for it.
Kwaaang!
As Hansoo shook off his sleeves, the blocked entrance to Myeonbyeokdong was revealed.
Even the huge stone gate that appeared could not stop his steps.
Goo Goo!
The stone gate collapses with a roar.
I could see a pair of pupils spraying concentrated light over the rising dust and stone dust.
“dole. What did you come for?”
Hansoo raised the corner of his mouth at the sight of the young monk, Nameless, who slowly rose from his seat after relaxing in the lotus position.
“Are you a disciple of the great sword?”
“If so, what are you going to do?”
“I came to get one thing.”
“I have nothing to give to the donor.”
“If you do, don’t correct it. I have come to steal it.”
“Not a single grain of rice can be taken from someone who smells of blood.”
“There is no need to worry. It will take your life as well.”
“Amituofo.”
The nameless eyes that wrapped the rosary together with the joining hands shone with determination.
“It won’t be easy.”
Guangcheon and Salt Lake. The fight between the two warriors, who had reached the peak, was fierce.
Weeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Kwakwang!
Enormous power was imbued with each and every movement of relentless stretching, swinging, and kicking.
A battle between superhumans who have set foot in the lofty realm of transcendence, where no one dares to intervene.
However, as time passed, the balance of victory and defeat began to tip.
Kwak!
As the two fists engulfed in strong air collided, red blood flowed from one person’s mouth.
“Cool.”
The gray robes worn by the monks were dyed crimson.
As if swept away by an invisible wind, Goongcheon took about ten steps back, and Yeomho showed his yellow teeth.
“My dear. When you were suckling, the old man stirred only men. Thirty years is too early.”
Hong Chen wiped his mouth with his sleeve. Unlike her pale complexion, the old monk’s eyes were burning brightly.
“There’s no such thing as old hatred. How about entering the coffin now?”
“Even though the political faction guys tried their best, they couldn’t catch Nobu. Needless to say, I’m a sucker like you.”
Hong Qian bit his lip at the force of the salt lake burning even more fiercely. It is because he knows that his words are not simple confidence, but the truth as it is.
‘What kind of monster is it that it flies around like that?’
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At the time of the Great War of Jeongma, the yin and yang twin ears had already passed their 60th birthday.
However, even though he was clearly well past his age, he did not show signs of being tired.
The experience accumulated by committing countless slaughter and power that could not be guessed at the end. Even his only weakness, his aging, seemed to have escaped the salt lake, so his eyes darkened.
‘But there is still hope.’
Guangcheng’s eyes moved slightly. Where his gaze was directed, there were about a hundred monks dealing with the masked people.
Composed of exactly one hundred and eighty, they are the face and pride of Shaolin Temple, the One Hundred Eight Arhats.
Like the best of the best, they were pushing the masked people by wielding guidance and captains.
“They are the villains of the world. Do not keep ej@culation in your hands!”
“Open the door of death!”
The true value of the 100 Eight Arhats is revealed when you perform the 100 Eight Arhats. And they did a great job in their respective roles.
He calmly reproduced what he had trained hundreds or thousands of times in actual combat.
Kagaga River! Awesome!
The masked people fell down one by one, splattered with blood at the force of the 100-eight arhats pressing like the palm of a Tathagata.
Unlike the one-sided inferiority in the early days, now it has achieved the middle age.
‘If this is the case… … possible.’
Murimmaeng is just a few hours away. It was at that moment when hope flashed in the eyes of Teo Goong-cheon, who would be the yin-yang twin ghosts and the masked people, if reinforcements arrived.
“Hahaha!”
“……?”
“You can clearly see the thoughts on your face. Like an innocent middle-aged man.”
Guangcheng’s face hardened.
He noticed something strange in Yeomho’s attitude.
‘Did I already know it would turn out like this?’
But why?
Before the question could be continued, the earth shook with a deafening roar.
Aaaaaang!
Guangcheng opened his mouth involuntarily and looked at the scene in front of him.
In the slowing world, between the piles of earth rising to a height of about ten feet, I could see human limbs and blood pouring like a shower, and one axis of the 100 Eight Arhats disappeared as if a huge monster had swallowed it.
“no!”
The flow of time returned with the cries of Goocheon.
Dozens of spaces devastated with an explosion. Masked people rushed like waves to the spot where more than 20 Nahanseungs turned into six sides.
Spoon, spoon, spoon!
After all, Na Han-seung is nothing more than a human being.
Their eyes, frozen in shock, were filled with a gleaming sword light.
A battlefield where even an inch of carelessness is not allowed. The price of hesitation was devastating.
“Quaaaaagh!”
“Priests!”
Hanjin, who was like an invincible shield, collapses helplessly. Belatedly, some old monks tried to rectify the camp, but all in vain.
Because what they were dealing with was not ordinary people, but beings who could be called devils.
“God has commanded. Kill your enemies.”
Red light flowed from the chil-gong of the man in the hanbok with a muttering.
Nahanseungs widened their eyes with stunned faces at the story they were witnessing for the first time in their lives.
“What is this?”
“Magong! It’s magic! Avoid all!”
But it’s already too late.
The red light, which had expanded enough to cover the masked person’s body, exploded in all directions. Wrapped around dozens of Arhat monks and several masked men.
Kwaaaaang!
explosion. roar and scream.
Someone’s limbs flew through the sky, and the color of the pattering raindrops was red.
Red bloody eyes stood in the mesmerized Guoqian’s eyes.
“Go, dare.”
Shaolin, Shaolin Temple collapses.
Corpses and deaths are overflowing at Shaolin Temple, which has not changed even in the Great War of Jeongma.
The young disciple who greeted each morning with a smile has stopped breathing, and the priest who has built friendship for decades is nowhere to be found.
Drops of blood dripped from the clenched fists on the map of hell spread out in front of my eyes.
“This can’t be like this.”
Yeom-ho laughed when he heard Goong-cheon’s thunder.
“It’s called Explosive Demonic Art. It’s so tricky that it’s hard to learn, but it’s perfect for use at times like this. I brought a couple of them… … It’s more useful than you think.”
“How dare you guys-!”
With a cry like a scream, the new model of Goo Tian was fired.
However, what awaited him was a fist engulfed in red river air.
Beep!
The strength of self-defense was broken, and a mighty punch struck Hongcheon’s limbs.
Pieces of internal organs were mixed in the blood that gushed out along with the agony before his eyes.
“Kueeaek!”
Into the blurry vision of the bounced away, a salt lake approaching with a leisurely gait entered.
“Stupid bastard. Until that age, did he forget his immobility while learning the martial arts of Shaolin?”
“Cool, cool!”
It’s an obvious mistake. No matter what happens, you must not lose your cool. No matter what kind of sight you see, you should have reacted calmly.
The opponent was a monster that was already compared to the Ten Kings even during the Great War.
It was best to pass the time by maintaining a standoff somehow.
“this guy… … “
However, Hong Qian stood up with a gasping breath.
Not yet. If he falls, Shaolin falls too. I had to stay here until I died.
Even more villages, so that even one person can survive.
That is the last mission of the old monk who devoted his life to Shaolin.
“Come.”
Yeomho furrowed his brow at the blazing Gooengcheon eyes.
“This is why I hate middlemen. They pretend to have things that will soon disappear.”
“What would a Madou like you know?”
“I think I know one.”
Yeomho laughed wildly.
“You die now.”
Hey profit!
It was not a speed that the already seriously injured Hong Chen could catch up with.
The fist of Yeomho, who had come right in front of his nose, hit Hongcheon on the shoulder.
puck!
With a dull sound, the river in his work cut through his flesh and bones.
The hollow below the shoulder blades let out a scream.
“Aagh!”
“You goddamn idiot, how dare you dodge this old man’s fist? Then let’s see if we can avoid this.”
Yeomhu’s foot pressed down on Goongcheon’s head, which was writhing in pain and injury.
His head would be crushed like a watermelon with just the power of a penny.
“What do you say at a time like this? Oh yeah.”
Yeom-ho, who exaggeratedly tapped his forehead, continued.
“May you live in paradise.”
gag drama.
force applied slowly.
It was at that moment that death came before the eyes of the king.
“Take off those dirty feet. Before I turn your filthy spirit to ashes.”
“I’ll make chili crispy.”
Two voices pierced my ears.
The first voice I heard was that of an old man, and the other was blue because I was young.
Yeom-ho’s face hardened as he turned his head to follow the direction from which the sound came.
“Fire King…!”