Chapter 368
The boy, no, the one with the name Mungyeong looked down at his feet.
Countless eyes staring at him in disbelief. Among them was a familiar face.
It wasn’t too difficult to recognize him, although I’d only met him once a long time ago.
“Long time no see, King of Fire.”
At his greeting, Hwawang Jeokcheongang’s pupils trembled with excitement.
“… … It was really you.”
The number one living in the world. Having aroused awe beyond criticism and contempt from countless warriors, he suddenly disappeared one day, never appearing twice.
At least until the corner.
“Why are you here…”
“A lot of things happened. A lot of things happened, didn’t they?”
There was an old man where the question was headed. He opened his lips as he looked at Shin-ui, no Dong-bong, with indescribable eyes.
“Good thing. It’s not too late.”
The voice that escaped from between his lips resonated in all directions.
Six Harmonies (六合傳聲).
Amidst the thrill of the distant state of martial arts unfolding in front of his eyes, the old doctor shook his head slightly.
“You are late.”
A word of sadness followed.
“To turn back the past years.”
“What can I do? It’s difficult to pick up spilled water.”
“You have no regrets.”
“Regret.”
At the disciple’s words, he raised his head and looked up at the sky.
The blue sky spreads out in the place where the raindrops that seemed to pour forever and the dark clouds that blocked the sunlight disappeared.
‘Is this what you mean?’
A question to ask someone looking down at the underworld from up there.
But no answer comes back.
As always.
‘Indeed… … It’s a f*cking thing.’
He gently closed his eyes. Memories dotted with blood and struggle pass by in the darkness.
The past life that was raised by watering and lived by watering. He killed people because his natural karma was to live, and he hated killing because he was born to be a human being.
At the end of the great war that stained the continent with blood, it was for that reason that the old killer buried his weapons and lived as a doctor.
but… … .
did it end up like this
I opened my closed eyes with a small murmur.
The white and soft hands of a boy.
Banro Hwan-dong, who came several years ago, may have changed the fabric, but he could not even erase the scent of blood on his hands.
“I lived as a legislator for over forty years. He wanted to die as a cause.”
A voice filled with enormous air power became thunder and pierced my ears. The black righteous people who received a shock that seemed to shake their spirits stumbled.
“But, why did you come here?”
A murderous intent that made the hairs on the body stand on end. Budanju, who had been frozen at the sight of the existence in the sky, spoke with a trembling voice.
“Even if you’re truly a murderer, it’s nothing to get involved in.”
“Isn’t it something to get involved in?”
He sighed and threw the bag he was holding in his hand.
Kung, something bounced off the backpack that had fallen to the ground and landed at the feet of the incessant attention.
“This, this
It was the supply and demand of two people. The bulging eyes and distorted expressions were the same even though they were different people.
Like twins born on the same day.
His inattentive gaze was fixed on one of them.
“Sober!”
Facing Budan Zhu, who was astonished at the supply and demand of the Ichigo, he slowly opened his mouth.
“I ask you one thing. in Qingcheng
Is this the second or the third of the three Qilian monsters?”
Only then did the Budanju realize.
Why was there no news from Cheongseongpa? And where are the brothers who did not return after seeing the emergency signal?
In the end, there was only one way left for him. Accompanied by a flash of realization, a cry of power burst out.
“Attack everyone! kill him… …
squeak
The cries of incessant caution did not follow.
Behind him as he stumbled along with the wind brushing his neck, a person stood before he knew it.
‘This is really… … What do you mean by human movement?’ The last question that crosses my mind.
Death was the only thing waiting for him who did not recognize the ghost phantom slaughter that was spread by the best killer in the world, no, the best killer in the world.
Fuhuaaak!
A fountain of blood from a cross section of a severed neck
has soared Passing by the collapsing model, a person took a step. At the same time, a wind that smelled of blood blew.
Spoon, spoon, spoon!
The heads of the men in black, who had been watching the death of their superiors with bewildered faces, floated into the air.
Before the blood could touch the ground, something as white as a ghost passed them by.
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“It was the life I wanted so much.”
He muttered lowly and stretched out his hands. A thin, long thread flows from ten fingers.
A beautiful yet destructive thread of strength.
“How do you… …
Wow!
As ten bent fingers drew down the air, strong air tore through the space.
At the same time, everything that was blocked was cut and cracked. Pieces of armor and equipment, limbs and necks shot out in all directions.
In a world stopped by blood and death, only one person was free.
“Did you wake me up?”
Seized with lamentation and anger, he
He was neither a cheerful boy nor a doctor who passed on the two words of faith to his pupil.
Before he acquired the name Sinui, before he met a young carpenter who was grieving the loss of his wife and children due to a plague, and before he buried his weapon and left Moorim, he went back to him.
“Slaying (殺星)… … !”
A scream like someone uttered.
With eyes that sunk deeper than the abyss, he shook his arms. Suddenly, the wind that became a storm engulfed more than a hundred people in black.
Wow!
* * *
There is a high hill to the east of Sichuan Tang Gate.
There, where you can overlook the precincts of Tang Gate at a glance, there was a small watchtower and warriors who took turns standing in line. No, it did exist.
Toduk, tok.
Drops of blood from the watchtower soaked the blades of grass. Others slipped down the hill and landed on someone’s hand.
The backs of his hands were wrinkled, and his fingernails were rust-colored due to the long-cooked poison.
The owner of the hand was Dangsa-dok Mandok-sura, the head of the Sacheon Dangmun.
,,Cool,,
Blood splattered between his parched lips. The eyes, which were always cool and powerful, looked dangerous as if they would disappear at any moment.
“Is this how it ends?”
The party leader muttered in a faint voice.
Everything was running towards the end. own name as well. The brilliant history of Sichuan Tang Gate.
“The original family built over hundreds of years… … It collapses in one day.”
Party leader’s lamentation was empty. He didn’t even have the strength to feel any more anger or sadness.
The only thing the old head of the household was allowed to do was to lean against an unknown tree and watch his family perish.
‘This is my last gift to you.’
A smiling middle-aged man’s face passed in front of the party leader’s eyes.
The middle-aged man, Seocheon Ma-gun, did not keep his promise. To him, the extinction of Sacheondangmun was as if it had been decided from the beginning.
“Oops. Queueek!”
A deepening fire like wildfire aggravates my wounds. The poison of the party, which poured out bloody water that could have been a bowl of water, gasped for breath.
“I’m sorry. Sorry… … .”
It was an apology to the ancestors of the Sacheon Dangmun, the family members who lost their lives when they met the ugly family head, and Jin Tae-gyeong and his party, who would have died a miserable death by the Seocheon Demon Army by now.
Of course, none of them will be able to hear our dog’s voice.
‘If we meet in Gucheon, I will personally apologize.’
The time when Dangsadog muttered in his heart.
The bushes were shaking and I could feel the popularity approaching.
No, it wasn’t human. It was only after the poison of the company came right in front of his nose that he could find out who the protagonist of this strange presence was.
Shirik, hiss.
A triangular head with a flicking tongue and horns. A snake with a pure white body burrowed into Dangja Poison’s bosom.
“Heh, heh heh.”
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I also laughed out loud.
“Was it you?”
Zwik.
Mimi, the millennium poisoner, hissed as if responding to her master’s words. A cold tongue licks the bloody beard.
“Clever guy, how did you come all the way here?”
Dangsa-dok looked at his pet snake with blurry eyes.
This is the guy I let loose because I was worried that he might get hurt during the melee. He never thought he would see him again like this.
and… … I never thought I would do this last star in this way.
Goo Goo Goo!
With a huge roar, the vibration is transmitted all the way to the hill. The soil rose and the tree swayed its branches.
Dangsa-dok looked up and tried to find the source of the roar, but with his blurred vision, he couldn’t tell what was going on.
I can only infer one fact.
‘Is it the right time?’
A roar that is on a different level from Jincheonroe (震天雷). Finally, the destruction of the Great Four Heavenly Gates was right in front of us.
The party leader, who gently closed and opened his eyes, opened his mouth.
“Leave.”
Zwik?
The triangular snout slanted.
“There are not many old men and women left. If you stay here, you too will suffer.”
Dang Dang Dok is the family head of the Sichuan Dang clan. Seocheonma
Even if it is not the military, someone will surely come and check whether he is alive or dead.
At that time, he could well guess what the beasts would do when they saw the Thousand Year Doggaksa guarding the master’s side.
“So, go ahead. Come on!”
I wanted to scream, but the voice I squeezed out was thin, as if it would cut off at any moment.
However, the spirit creature, who had been with Dasa-dok for a long time, recognized the last will of his owner and friend.
Toduk, tok.
On the back of our wrinkled hands,
The liquid has run out.
Mimi, who left behind a few tears, disappeared as if she were sliding, leading her pure white body.
As the presence faded, a bitter smile appeared on the corner of the party leader’s mouth.
“Yes, be careful.”
In his youth, he walked around the battlefield, and after the war, he devoted his life to helping his father, King Dokwang, raise the gates of the Four Heavenly Kingdoms.
He, who always had to be cool and thorough, had no friends, lovers, or blood children to share his heart with.
Without the spirit creature who had been by his side for a long time, he would not have been able to endure his loneliness until now.
‘From today, your name is Mimi. Dangmi mi.’
On the day he first met the little thousand-year-old Dokgaksa, Dangsa Dok gave him the last name of Dang.
Even though the blood flowing in her body was different, Dangmimi was a member of the Sichuan Dangmun family recognized by the family head.
‘I lost everyone and let only you live. Heh heh heh.’
The party leader blinked his eyes and let out a devastated laugh.
In the midst of my blurred senses, a roaring sound coming from the bottom of the hill and someone’s scream echoed faintly.
It will be the final struggle of those who blocked the two letters of extinction.
‘There is also an old lady. I, the head of the Grand Sichuan Dangmun, have Dangsa Dok! Come to me!’
A cry that seems to vomit blood only lingers on the tip of the tongue.
Dangsa-dok felt his strength slowly draining from his whole body. The heavy eyelids slanted downward little by little.
You’re tired.’
How about closing your eyes and falling into a deep sleep?
When you wake up from a short sleep at Taesa in Gajujeon, you may be able to face the familiar faces of family members.
How good would it be if everything up until now, including my father’s death, was just a dream of a butterfly? .
‘Yes, if that’s the case.’
Squeak. The trembling eyelids of the party leader finally closed tightly.
No, it was the moment it was about to close.
“Mimi! Electric light petrification!”
Zurii! ≪
No, what kind of bullshit is this?
Dangsa-dok opened his eyes involuntarily.
In the brightened field of vision, I saw a young man running and Mimi’s new white body shooting like an arrow.
“Now, what about you?”
“and! Wild Tang Grandpa found!”
At the sight of Cheongpung smiling brightly with a face covered in blood, the party leader blinked.
“Hey, how is this going? how do you… …
Cheongpung replied vigorously.
“Mimi! Whirlwind!”
Zuriririk!
If the party leader had even a handful of strength left, he would have spit out a double curse.
Cheongpung and Mi realized the mistake belatedly
Mia bowed her head.
“Oh, sorry.”
Zwik.
Forgetting that he was half-dead, the party leader, who had been staring blankly at the death of one person in front of his eyes, barely opened his mouth.
“Bonga, what happened to the family?”
“They are all dead.”
“ah. Not the people of Tang Dynasty, but the people in black from Darkness.”
You should have said that first!
At that time, when he was unable to speak due to shock and anger, Cheongpung’s hand touched the Dangsadog’s prestigious blood. A warm spring-like warmth caressed his body.
“Blue wind! Jinkidoin!”
Until the end… … .
Dangsa-dok wanted to ask what had happened, but this time he couldn’t stand the pouring drowsiness.
Just before his eyelids closed, a soft voice like a spring breeze pierced his ears.
“It is over now. Please rest assured and have a good night’s sleep.”
It was a voice that signaled the end of a day that was longer and darker than ever.