Chapter 81
The ugliest thing in the world.
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There was a humming sound in the snowy field.
“What the hell is wrong with you!”
“Sa, I lived… ?”
“Is this Do Won-kyung? ?”
members of the magician.
the inmates of the faction.
The last thing they remember is their own death.
There may be memories of being bitten by a river, but there is no memory of turning into a river.
For them, in the blink of an eye, years have passed.
"......." There were people who had spent three years completely.
Master stared blankly at the snowy field with a look that could not believe his own eyes.
“My son… .”
"Yes.
Master.”
“Are you not from outside the world, but from outside the world? ? This, this, is by no means a magic that can only be performed by humans.
It's a magic trick that only appears in fabled legends.
Or maybe he died and came to Mureungdowon without knowing it...
?”
"no.
no." I shook my head.
“These people can no longer use martial arts like Master.
It's a lot weaker than it used to be.
However, this is not Mureungdowon, and those people have memories of their lives.”
"......." "Go check it out." “……”
“Come on.
Master.”
sabak.
Master walked.
Sabak, Sabak...
light footsteps.
It was the footsteps of a strong man whose danjeon was abolished.
It was the sound of footsteps of a man who had lost his inner strength.
It was the sound of the footsteps of a woman who left only traces of her three years of battle with the disease.
Heaven.
my master.
You approached the church members with light footsteps.
The church members were trying to figure out the situation somehow.
“Well, first we need to check the current situation.
Stay calm! Sending reconnaissance...
!”
“The Great Master of Blood.”
Stop.
The priests flinched.
A group of twelve magicians was silent.
And they looked at Master and their headmaster with unfamiliar eyes.
“My lord… ?”
Master's breath became whiter and thicker.
“Blood lord.”
"......." "You are really a blood demon." Silence is contagious.
At first, there were only about ten people in silence.
But when ten people shut their mouths, dozens of people around them shut their mouths, and hundreds of people around dozens shut their mouths.
quiet snowy field.
“Wolyeong Demon-gun (月影魔君) ah… .”
“Yes.”
“You are a ghost.”
“Yes, sir.”
“It’s a sword demon….”
“Please name it.”
The master started calling the members by name one by one.
The members who were called did not ask anything but just knelt down.
Crispy, crispy.
As they stepped on their knees, the snow made a sound.
"The main seat has lost you...
." Master stretched out his hand.
"My, I have lost you and I have lost you." Master patted the member's cheek and caressed him, "My children..." Their fingers were shaking.
Seeing the teacher's trembling, the demons hurriedly bowed their heads.
Not seeing what they shouldn't see was their loyalty.
Of course, it wasn't just the demons.
The old monk stroked his beard, "The monk must have crossed the river with a mat in the cave.
When he closes his eyes, there is no relief, there is no moe, just a snowfield..." “When, darling!”
"...and there is also a single basket mixed in.
Uh-huh.
Even with my eyes closed, I have to play with that sentient being.
What does the Buddha want from a theravada?" “I’m really bummed to see you talking only unlucky nonsense!”
The Master of Moorim ran and hugged the old monk tightly.
I guessed who the old monk was.
The one who lasted the longest except for Master and the Master of Murim.
He must be the head monk of Shaolin Temple.
“Your brother is back alive! I'm here!" “The So-seung is not your friend.”
“Ah! It must be the Jade Emperor who performed a miracle!”
“It’s called dog vinegar food.”
He said, "Don't get your ears dirty, rebirth.
I didn't fall for your tricks in the first place and fight with the samadhi.
It was better to quietly enter the temple." "Ah! It's a pleasure to see you go cold as soon as you see it, so you're the one I know! I want to grind the porridge!" The powerful men of magic were quiet, and the Muslims of the faction were chattering.
They were sharing this reunion in their own way.
Time passed.
"..." The first person to turn and look at me was Master.
.
The gaze passed between Master and I.
The dark eyes.
A heart was placed on the snow.
My heart was rubbed and engraved on her heart.
He opened his mouth and said to the Moorim Maengju, “The main seat is the magician Sobaekhyang.”
Maengju Moorim, who was having a conversation with colleagues from the faction, paused.
Maengju Moorim dropped his colleagues from his arms and looked back at Master from afar.
Master took the initiative.
“Today, this may be a nightmare for the blind.”
It was midday, and "It's okay if I'm just a sick sleepwalker." The snow on the snowfield was not perennial snow because it did not melt in the sun, but it was perpetually covered with new snow even when it melted and melted.
They belong to people who originally decided to have the same dream.”
Humans who wished to be white continuously under the scorching sunlight were not enough to wish to be born as white.
To scatter white in the world endlessly.
We had to prepare ourselves to be shattered, broken, and scattered endlessly into white.”
I still haven't forgotten the name of the disease I wanted to suffer from.
I haven't lost the dream I set for it yet.
So I haven't let anyone go, and I haven't lost any world.
The name of the disease proves my place, and the temperature of my dreams, not the work of my inner work, proves me.”
The sound of snow and feet crashing: “I am here right now, and only as long as I stay here will it be me.”
Even if it melts, the sound that falls again.
“I am the main seat.”
Master recited the declaration of war: “This is the sea that asks for the 990th secret dance.”
The son-in-law was silent.
The noisy faction Moorim had become quiet.
They were the last small and large group of Moorim.
They came to fight the war knowing it was the last.
How dare they be arrogant? If the last word of your life is a will , now they wanted to tell the will of the Jeongpa Moorim, and the white people looked to the person who would replace the will of the Jeong faction: “Morim Maengju.
Namgungse (南宮世家).”
The old man took the helm.
Thousands of mages and Thousands of whites faced each other.
"Your mages have adopted the cries of grassroots as their doctrine.
Screams became revenge, and revenge turned into blood cloaks, making the world red.
Listen, the heavens and the earth have turned red, but you are still pretending to be the weak.”
The one who rose from Moorim to the supreme leader set the borderline between Mage and Baekdo with his unanimous voice: “You cry endlessly and hold onto the hem of the heavenly horse.
They plead for them to take care of their skin.
In the meantime, you are a weak grassroots and a sad people!”
The old master roared, "Gal! You, too, must have feet and hands, how long will you settle for the evil spirits of the past! Hwa-Yeom said, If even a single tree bears fruit, You said that you should throw away the flowers.
How are you? You are a flower seller in a flower garden who is doing business with your pain!”
At that moment, a group of magicians growled.
The members of the church clenched their hilts.
The poison rose and life began to bloom.
Against this, the soldiers of the faction began to clash with each other.
became bloody, "Ho." Master raised an eyebrow.
“I understand that you are saying that you will accept Bimu.”
“It’s okay.”
“Is it life or death?”
“It’s life-and-death.”
“Don’t accept it.”
The two warriors unleashed their supremacy.
At the same time, a thousand mages and a thousand white swords drew their swords.
It was midday.
The blades of two thousand magnificences shone brightly in the sun.
Master clenched his fists, "You can think of today's events as just a nightmare or a vision!" “I hope!”
One thousand church members shouted in unison, “You may call us vain dreams!”
“I hope!”
“Then why not live like a dream!”
“Agabara!”
“Our hearts are candles!”
“I will burn this place!”
“Under the magic world!”
“People’s sovereignty!”
Master burst out laughing, “Kill it!”
A war began.
A thousand members of the church roared and ran like beasts.
There was no mysterious footwork.
There was no strange spiritualism.
They rushed like beasts and bit them like beasts.
That was the temple according to their doctrine.
"Dignitaries! I am the first rank of the main school's Sima Army, the Wolyeong Demon Army! Receive my son-in-law!" Demonstration Siyeongdae 魔敎 屍影隊.
Daeju 隊Principal.
Wolyeong Demon Army 月影魔君.
"I am Hyeon Gongjinin, the long gate of the shaman! There is no shortage of opponents!" The shamanist martial arts warriors.
Jangmun-in 掌門人.
Hyeon-gong-jin 玄空眞人.
The two collided while shouting a special name.
They only showed courtesy.
The fight was barbaric.
The Wolyeong horse army took a picture of Hyun Gong Jin-in's face with the hilt.
Puck! Teeth, blood, white shards, and red liquid splashed out.
Hyeon Gong Jin-in exclaimed with his broken teeth exposed, and raised his fingertips to pierce the eyes of Wolyeong Ma-gun.
Wolyeongma-gun was covered with laughter.
The cries of the Doin and the laughter of the Demons intertwined and flowed.
Another black and white image buried the two of them.
“Sama.
first place.
don't be sweet I will cut off your head.”
Magic Guard Guard.
Daeju master.
Ghost Demon “Namu Amitabha.
It’s called lighting.”
Shaolin Temple.
Bang Jang-seung.
Master Illumination 朝鳴禪師.
“With the virtue of being number one in Sama-gun, I will yield three numbers to the chief of staff.”
“Don’t forget the heart of honoring Buddhists!”
At the words of the ghost horse, Master Joung rushed in immediately.
He wrapped the rosary in his fist and swung it.
The ghost horse, who said that he would yield to the three counts, immediately bent down and straightened it and fed a headbutt to Master Choong's stomach.
“Koohoo!”
Master Illuminator, who burst out a moan, laughed.
“You said you would give up the three numbers?”
“Did you believe it?”
“Did you seem to believe it?”
"Yes." There was the sound of dripping blood.
“It looked like that.”
The ghost horse fell to his knees.
His nose bone was broken when he flew a headbutt vigorously.
At the moment when he was hit by a headbutt, Master Joong took it up on his knees as expected.
Seon Joo Myeong was happy and stroked his beard.
“So Seung’s acting skills didn’t rust.”
“It’s like such a dog-like stone…”
“Please take the remaining two numbers!”
Holding the ghost horse's ears, Master Illuminator tried to repeatedly kick the knee.
The ghost horse put his forehead on the knee upside down.
thud… … ! The sound of skulls crushing cartilage, “Heh heh heh!”
Master Illuminator grabbed his knees and jumped.
“Kah ha ha ha! These guys, these! You can't use your inner skills, so you're not very savvy! This is the skill I saw! Whoa! Today is truly an auspicious day for the bare faces of the young white bears to be exposed to the public!”
Magician extermination squadron.
Daeju master.
Swordsman 劍魔.
“… … It's superficial, it's superficial." Volcanic Wave.
elder elder.
Nanhwa Man Sword 亂花萬劍.
The two swordsmen collided with their swords.
gang! As soon as I hit the knife once, I said, "Ouch!" “Right!”
Both screamed at the same time, grabbing their hands.
Neither side could bear the shock caused by the sword and the sword collided.
But neither of them let go of the sword.
The swordsman showed this and laughed.
“Chew… … Why don't you let it go instead of sticking it out?" Nanhua Mangeom clenched his teeth and answered.
“That’s what you’re going to say… … " The two of them met their eyes and clashed with their knives again.
Gang! A suffocating scream, Gang! The sound of swallowing the wind, Gan! Shaking hands and shoulders.
The blood that had flowed in was mixed and flowed, but again, neither of them let go of their swords.
The white robe fluttered.
The black coat fluttered.
The sun came down and the shadows set.
Between the sun and the shadows, the factions and magicians collided.
The blood splattered.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh dying!”
“Moyong bastards, get out now!”
A world with only achromatic colors.
It wasn't the splendid martial arts that flowed vividly there.
It was only human red blood.
A particularly red laugh erupted from within.
It was really crazy.
"There are a lot of white swordsmen!" The master was shouting.
"It's good.
Go ahead.
Let's share the swords!" A dark shadow ran wild among the soldiers of the faction.
The sun seemed to rise and set at a speed of several dozen times.
A woman who had been battling for three years without any strength, the body movements of a woman who was just the same, but could not use the same martial arts.
It stood out among the uninhabited people.
Master laughed.
"Shaolin's chieftain.
Do you want to block the main hall with such a feat? Malkodosa of the shaman.
Do you think you would dare to take on the work of the main school?" It was a familiar word to me, and said, "The world is overflowing with sorrow and Songsan is engulfed! Anger is burning in the heavens and the earth, and Mt.
Wudang is on fire! Magic is the sky of Moorim, and the main seat is the sky of magic! You deserve it!”
These were unfamiliar words to Master himself: “Not with you! Master cried out, “Namgoongwoon!”
Master exclaimed through the sound of knives and knives clashing and flesh-to-skin colliding.
“Where is Namgoongun!”
Ahaha, laughing out loud, Master said, “Call the Taesanggaju from the Namgung family! Make Moorim Maengju a colonel! No matter how thick the forest is and the sky is vast, there is only one person in the world who can win the sword of the throne! Sama-kun! Bring Nam Gung Woon to the front of the main seat right now!”
The sound of laughter was red and ecstatic.
"Hmm." The old man walked one step into a world that was getting redder and redder.
“I remember the first day that Daejeon started.”
Moorim Maengju took off his jacket.
cold winter.
It must have been cold because there was no air force, but Maengju Moorim made it his weapon.
Muscles that were as dry as bones were hardened.
“We couldn’t make a decision that day, so the match continued until the second day.
I couldn't finish it on the second day, so it was postponed to the third day.
In the end, I got the button wrong on the first day! Now that I think about it, I had to put all my energy into it from the beginning.”
Whoops, Moorim Maengju took a deep breath.
Then he took a pose and clapped his hands.
“Come on.
Maduya.
Today, luck is with me.”
Martial Arts Army.
lord lord.
Buwol Line 洋鉞仙.
“It’s luck.
Feel so good." Sabak, Master stepped on the snow.
“Today’s luck will be yours.”
Magyo 魔敎.
head teacher.
Heavenly Devil.
"......." "......." Taking a breath, the two of them stared at each other with their eyes.
Taking a half breath, the two drew closer with one foot.
When their breaths crossed, the two clashed with hand gestures.
"------." He was white, and his eyes were ovulated.
"------." Black, hair fluttered.
Hong 紅.
blood spattered.82.