Episode 62. Fantian (1)
The end of Xinjiang beyond the west of the Central Plains.
Among them, the vast mountain range that stands tall at the end of the mountain, Tianshan Mountain.
Originally, it was a remote place in the central plains and famous for its roughness, so people hardly ever set foot there, but after this cult settled here, ordinary people stopped walking altogether.
religion (divine religion).
It is a church that does not hesitate to point fingers at it as a demonic religion, saying that it only worships one thing, strength, and does not hesitate to use any method to become strong.
Their presence made it difficult for anyone to approach Cheonsan.
That there are only demons and ghosts, that the roar of monsters makes the mountains and rivers and trees tremble at night.
This place is full of unproven rumors.
It was the headquarters of the Heavenly Mountain Demonic Sect.
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Sarak-.
A middle-aged man with a hard expression hurriedly put on a black dragon robe.
Yongpo was originally worn by the emperor. Besides, it’s a black dragon.
Only one person in this world dares to wear this outfit.
Demonic Cult Master.
The middle-aged man in Black Yongpo was the leader of the Danggeum Demonic Cult, and his name was Mukho.
There was blue in his eyes.
“Confess again.”
A middle-aged man in black overalls kneeling in front of Muk-ho. Hong Jae-yeon, the second-in-command of the Demonic Cult, the Black Death God, spoke again in an extremely polite tone.
“Everyone said they were on their knees… … .”
Muk-ho’s face, which had not been shaken even when Imdok-yang-maek was struck, was violently raging.
“All of them?”
“Yes, teacher. and… … .”
“… … .”
“Not only that… … .”
Not only that?
“The other nine disciples are all said to be with ‘him’.”
“… … .”
Muk-ho could not open his mouth easily, but eventually stood up from the black throne.
Seeing this, Hong Jae-yeon widened her eyes in amazement.
“I wonder if you want to go there… … ?”
“I have to go. Aren’t the students who are excellent but too good looking for this poor teacher? And show children the true fear of adults.”
“… … .”
“I will be going there after a long time.”
There, Infinite Hall.
A place where an infinite battle unique to the Demonic Cult is fought in order to inherit the original cult.
If you go today, Mukho was the first place he had visited when he inherited the position.
“Would you like to go with me?”
“… … teacher.”
“Looks bad. Then you should go alone.”
Hong Jae-yeon looked at the proud back of the leader, then stood up on his knees and back and followed.
“I will follow.”
“Did you think carefully before answering?”
“Yes, teacher.”
“Even though I may never be able to go back after that?”
“of course.”
“… … .”
“I have served you my whole life. Can I serve another religious leader again?”
“… … .”
Muk-ho twitched his beard like an old tiger and left Taepaemun first.
It was Taepaemun, the entrance to Gyojujeon… … Because it was still the gate of Mukho.
Muk-ho and Hong Jae-yeon walked roughly a corner along the tidy road inside the Demonic Bridge. Everyone on the way was fighting with Muk-ho.
Because they were still people of Mukho.
Eventually, the two arrived at a place shrouded in a strange fog.
In the fog, all sorts of gimunjins and organs were entangled like a net, but they couldn’t stop them.
Because it was still the path of Mukho.
After breaking through dozens of life roads and gates, the fog finally cleared and a truly magnificent building appeared.
A hall made by carving out hundreds of peaks entirely.
It was an infinite angle.
Inside, night wines were lighting up, and as the two advanced, the night wines were extinguished one by one, and the roads they passed were gradually enveloped in darkness.
When the last night wine was extinguished, a huge room and unarmed room appeared in front of him, lit by hundreds of night wine.
It was the center of the Infinite Battlefield, the Infinite Battlefield.
Kiki profit-.
Along with the opening of the 10 thick iron doors in all directions, an unpleasant sound announced the two’s position.
First, I saw ten people standing in the middle of it.
Nine were looking this way, the other one.
Only the one in the middle showed his back.
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Along the wide shoulder line that was spread out in a straight line, the muscles that were stretched up to the waist were rising like a mountain range. And the red aura surrounding the bump was dripping with blood, not his… … .
It was Muk-ho, his youngest disciple.
It’s a secret weapon that I’ve been hiding, thinking I’ll finally achieve the Demonic Cult world… … .
I’ll meet you like this
“Are you here, Master?”
A man who didn’t look back even though his master came and still stood with his back.
Only his low voice greeted Mukho.
And no one was surprised by the sudden appearance of the cult leader and the second person, and no one was against it.
For there was no one standing among those who might be surprised or welcomed.
There are only 12 people standing, including the teacher and Hong Jae-yeon.
Originally, there were 10 people standing, and the rest were all lying down or fighting with blood. Not towards the leader, but towards someone else.
His sister-in-law and brother-in-law also… … No, even when he sees the leader, he just throws his fists, or even turns his head in half.
It means that they are no longer recognized as masters or religious leaders.
The source of all of that was the man behind their backs, their priest and the last disciple of Mukho.
Still, the body of the young man was circling around the whole body in a tangible form filled with ominous energy. The shape looks like a snake going into a den.
“already… … Have you reached the stage of the Red Death Ghost?”
Not surprising.
It would be all the more disappointing if even ten defeats weren’t enough, and if he didn’t have the ability to bring all the adherents of the Protestant religion to their knees, that would be even more disappointing.
‘But, if that’s the end… … .’
still worth doing
It was Mukho’s idea.
As soon as such a judgment is made-.
Kiki-Ik, Boom! Clap!
Mukho closed the door.
Rebellion is an unacceptable error, even for disciples.
He said to the young man who was still showing his back.
“No one will be able to leave this room now.”
A breathless laugh flowed.
I wanted to suppress it, but I couldn’t contain it, so it was a leaky laugh. Laughter spread throughout the infinite battlefield in an instant like a contagion. belonged to the nine disciples.
The way the disciples giggled at him felt like it was just ridiculous.
However, Muk-ho is a mountain commander of Cheonsan who has ruled over a huge organization called the Demonic Cult for decades.
He was not shaken by the ridicule of his disciples.
“It is not yet too late. Even now, those who come and stand here will still be able to remain disciples of the principal, but if not, they will realize the true power of the principal.”
The laughs of the nine disciples grew thicker, and the amplitude of the tremors of those who fought back grew.
OK!
Woo woo woo-.
Muk-ho finally started to radiate momentum.
The entire infinite battlefield vibrated as if struck by lightning, and soon a black illusion like three flower buds bloomed above my head.
Samhwachwijeong (三花聚頂)!
A supreme state that is only manifested when one’s internal energy exceeds the third grade.
In addition, in Shingyo, this state is called the ultimate end.
In other words, the proof of those who have reached the end of the devil are those black flowers.
Kururrrrr… … .
In the end, the ceiling of the hall slightly twisted due to the energy he raised, and dust fell.
Are you worried about that look?
One of the clumsy ones slightly raised his head and rolled his eyes.
That moment.
crisp-.
His head was crushed and his eyes rolled on the floor.
The last disciple, the culprit behind all this, finally turned around after shaking off the brain water on his feet. He had a red energy wriggling around him like a snake. Just like the evil tongue does.
“Teacher, didn’t I teach you that Protestantism originally doesn’t debate?”
“… … .”
“The Protestant Church, by nature, only shouts and raises a sword.”
snap.
He took a step towards Mukho. A puddle of blood flowed over him.
“Please show me your true strength.”
It is only in one case that a warrior of the Demonic Cult experiences the true power of the cult leader. In fact, that’s exactly what he did here.
“Do you think you can succeed the leader with your current skills?”
The flower buds on Mukho’s head bloomed in full bloom as if he was angry, exuding the angry energy without hesitation.
“See no? Just by getting drunk on three flowers?”
That moment.
The red energy that had been wrapping around the young man’s body coiled around the top of his head like a real snake and separated into five rings.
Mukho’s eyes shook violently.
“… … Ogijowon!?”
Ogijowon refers to a state in which five rings form on the top of the head during fortune-telling. When you reach this level, you can accept the true energy from Mother Nature yourself.
‘But that… … .’
It was so different from the usual Ogijowon.
Ogijowon is said to have five colors.
Those were just five different shades of red.
It is light and dark, and the last is a deep red that is almost black.
furthermore… … .
Squeak.
‘… … To be able to move while forming an ogijowon.’
Muk-ho’s youngest disciple arrived right under his nose before he knew it.
Five red rings glow at close range, as if devouring flower buds.
According to the handed down saying, Ogijowon said that it was a state that could be achieved only with at least five years of internal energy.
Oh come on… … 300 years of internal engineering… … . No matter how much inner strength is not all of martial arts, the difference between a fly and an eagle is three and five.
But that was just the beginning.
Another change came to the ring of youth.
The fluttering ring finally ate the flower bud of Mukho and united, and soon the ceiling of the infinite battlefield!
Tung, kwaaaaaaang-!
I just pierced through it.
Shoot aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa… … .
Dozens of gusts of wind descended through the hole, creating a scene as if the wind was being sucked into the man’s body.
“Oh my… … Sosa.”
Muk-ho An exclamation I write for the first time in my life.
It was the result of my first sighting of the realm of dengfeng jogeuk (登峯造極).
Through the hole, the energy of the heavenly mountain was constantly being sucked in along with the blizzard.
“… … .”
A shiver came. To the head of the Demonic Sect who has never been afraid of anything in his life.
but… … .
“You startle so easily.”
It wasn’t over yet.
The young man opened his half-open eyes.
Then, the pouring blizzard crumbled like flowers, and soon turned into a form of energy, filling the infinite battlefield. Each one was a formidable petal that was typified by Kangi.
“… … Cheonhwa Nanchu (千花亂墜).”
It is a state where tangible energy pours down like a thousand flowers falling in a dizzying manner.
However, to Muk-ho’s eyes, there were not a thousand, but ten thousand, no, countless number of flowers.
And another name for Cheonhwa Nanchu.
Birth entry.
According to the standards of the Demonic Cult, it is beyond the ultimate demonic realm.
Beyond the hemp, the state of completely taking off the hemp.
It was the second coming of the Heavenly Demon (天魔) when the demon reached the sky.
“Now I’ve only woken up about ten times a day.”
A young man who uses only 600 years of experience.
Nevertheless, the young man who continues to change opened his mouth.
“Master, you would be surprised at just this much, and in the Great War of the Three Sects, did you put together the equipment of the right and left factions and set up a precept to annihilate them all at once?”
“… … .”
Now Muk-ho couldn’t think of anything when he saw the young man.
Seruk, a young man appeared in front of Muk-ho as if he had cut open space.
Space crushing.
A new technique in which the body melts into the air.
Even so, Muk-ho wasn’t surprised at all. Now, he would not be surprised if his disciple were to share a sword with God.
I just thought.
That is a lofty realm that can never be achieved even by breaking through the life-and-death frontier… … . Maybe it’s not martial arts… … .
If a brave sewage risked his life to attack, there are cases where he beats a heavy water. If you fight a hundred times.
If an excellent midfielder disregards his life and fights, he may even defeat a master. once in a thousand.
However, no matter how desperately an ordinary person fought, he could not defeat the absolute master. no matter what miracles happen.
And above all… … .
The potential difference between himself and the young man evaluated by Muk-ho far exceeded that of the criminal and the absolute adherent.
Perhaps the existence so far away that even now he can’t tell the difference is that existence.
He was his youngest disciple.
“Why is that, Master?”
A young man wrapped in a red haze said to Muk-ho, who was feeling hopeless.
“Heaven made a mistake.”
No need to be angry or fight, said Muk-ho.
“To send an alien being like you down into this world.”
The red cloud of buds surrounding the young man gently waned. like a smile
“Haven’t you thought of that, Master?
“… … ?”
“The idea that I am the sky.”
Mukho, his eyes widened, asked blankly.
“Are you planning to execute the Buncheonji system?”
The young man shook his head.
“I will do the Buncheon (飜天, overturning the sky), not the Buncheonji commandment.”
“… … Is it not enough to be a buncheonji system?”
The young man shook his head again.
“It is not enough. It’s just not perfect.”
“What do you mean by perfect?”
The mist that wrapped around the young man had calmly settled down, only to fade after a while. As if making a big deal out of embarrassment, he mercilessly wrapped around the infinite battlefield and shattered it.
“I intend not to tell the master.”
“… … Why?”
“Because it is Heaven’s will that the master will not exist.”
after a while
“let’s go.”
Squeak.
Nine people gathered behind the young man who held Mukho’s head.
They were all disciples of Mukho. After that, all the members of the Demonic Cult were struggling… … .
Among them was Hong Jae-yeon, who was now pushed out of the 10th place in the ranks of the Demonic School.
Gwang-Hon, the great disciple of Muk-Ho, asked.
“Where are you going?”
“To Xi’an.”
The young man’s eyes sparkled!
“Execute mission, Buncheon.”
Crossed the infinite battlefield soaked in blood.
“Right now.”
