Chronicles of the Demon Faction

Chapter 190

Episode 190 The path of non-humans (4)

A fierce fight with Cheonho.

The first fight started with several attacks involving hostages. However, it was difficult to say that the fight at that time was serious. In other words, it is close to tasting the liver.

However, when Seoliang collapsed the entire cliff that weakened the ground, Cheonho also opened his eyes at that moment.

‘It was a miss.’

Even in a tense moment, Cheon-ho exerted tension on Seo-ryang. The force was so destructive that Seoryang would not have escaped death if he had not avoided it.

However, the dodge was half a beat slow, and Cheonho’s powerful tension grazed his abdomen.

‘My inner pain started from then.’

To be exact, he was buried under falling rubble due to the internal injuries he suffered at that time. If the stones had not been frozen with the cold of the Great Red Lotus and then broken into pieces one by one, the place would have become a tomb.

‘There was also a shield called the Tiger King. Anyway, that’s not the problem.’

Xu Liang thought.

‘Why can’t I find my internal injuries?’

Coming here, I thought about the reason tens of thousands of times.

But I couldn’t find a clear reason. When Takgi rises, you need to know why it rises, but the veins were fine, the Danjeon was strong, and the acupuncture points were also extremely clean.

However, the internal injuries did not heal. In particular, turbid air was constantly flowing out between the lungs and the heart vein, making breathing suffocating.

‘damn.’

Seo-ryang scratched his head.

It’s okay if you don’t drink alcohol. But this internal injury must be dealt with properly now. If something similar happens in the future, you can’t drag it out and say you don’t know.

Lee Cheon-sang’s eyes sparkled as he looked at Seo-ryang, who was worried.

“You are struggling.”

“yes?”

“….”

“Oh yes. I’ve tried all the tricks. However, the internal injuries were not corrected.”

Seo-ryang spoke in a voice that conveyed nervousness.

“I don’t know why. “Even if I think about it in many ways, I can’t come up with an answer.”

“I guess so.”

“yes?”

Lee Cheon-sang emptied his glass once again.

Xu Liang’s face became serious.

“Do you know why?”

“If you master martial arts, you will naturally master medicine.”

Lee Cheon-sang, refilling his glass again, spoke in an unusually bored voice.

“At the time, there is no one in the world who has mastered martial arts more than me. “I just can’t figure out why the internal injuries aren’t being healed.”

It was unexpected, but Seoryang felt an uneasy feeling.

A person who breaks through the limitations of martial arts and begins to glimpse the realm of God. His abilities have already far surpassed the common sense of royalties, so even the worries of a master who has realized his ultimate power are considered trivial problems.

Seo-ryang once again realized how great of a person Lee Cheon-sang was.

“The problem is you.”

“Me?”

“There’s no way you can’t fix an internal injury like that if it’s your ability.”

“…!”

“Still, it’s funny to see him struggling. “Please fix it quickly before I feel worse.”

Xu Liang’s eyes wavered.

‘If it’s my ability, there’s no way I can’t fix it?’

What on earth am I missing?

‘Guyuma-gong says so. Even Muae-gong, which removes stagnant energy and returns the body to its best condition, did not fix it. No, on the contrary, when I used Muae Gong, the concentration of Takgi became worse.’

It is an incomprehensible phenomenon.

There was no way Muai-gong would not listen to him even if he had learned magic. It has been that way until now and it will continue to be that way. Muae Gong is only a martial arts practice that removes and purifies the negative aspects of the human body and has nothing to do with demonic energy.

‘Even two martial arts skills won’t do. ‘Then what should I do?’

Even with Geumho by his side, he could not correct this internal injury.

‘why?’

Seoryang gradually sinks into herself.

As my concentration reaches its peak, I cannot even recognize where I am or who is in front of me.

Lee Cheon-sang’s eyes sparkled at the sight of Seo-ryang like that.

‘The ability to concentrate is outstanding.’

It’s like an assassin who risks death to target his target.

‘But that concentration will one day catch your ankle. Like right now.’

How much time has passed?

Xu Liang gritted his teeth.

“Shit.”

Even in front of Lee Cheon-sang, he says that. I was thinking so intensely that the area under my eyes became dark in an instant.

“Why not? “What is the reason?”

Seoryang mutters to herself.

Lee Cheon-sang, who had been watching Seo-ryang quietly, raised his glass and said.

“You are forgetting the fundamentals.”

Fundamental?

Seoliang tilted his head.

“The basis? What fundamentals? “What is fundamental?”

I heard the words, but I don’t seem to know who said them. Xiliang’s eyes quickly turned red and bloodshot.

“Foundation, root, root….”

Grumble!

At that moment, demonic energy surged from Seo-ryang’s body.

The red-hot magic energy had the characteristic flame shape of Gu Yu Demon. It was a terrible fire that would burn down the world of the nine people located deep in the ground.

A magic attack that ignores internal injuries and opens with full force.

Hwaaaaaaa!

The wave of energy spread out without knowing where it was going, instantly turning the fairyland in full bloom at Gihwayocho into hell. The sky turned red and flames seemed to rise from the cracked ground.

Grumbling.

Blood flowed from Seo-ryang’s mouth.

But he didn’t stop. Even though it was clear that if I continued like this, my internal injuries would get worse, I did not stop.

This is because I instinctively realized that I should not stop.

shaking.

My whole body is shaking. It seemed as if an earthquake had occurred in the land of Seoliang.

My pupils dilated and my skin became as pale as a sheet of paper. The internal injuries become even more severe.

Lee Cheon-sang waved his hand.

Phew.

At his gesture, the pavilion and Datak stopped shaking. Controlling Xiliang’s inhuman-like energy waves with one hand was truly a martial art worthy of the Lord of the Ten Thousand Demons.

One angle, two angles and a half square.

“ah!”

An exclamation burst from Seo-ryang’s mouth.

Saaaaagh.

Translucent smoke escaped from his nose and mouth. The turbidity that had been crystallized in the deep veins was released.

Slurp.

The injured lungs healed little by little. The heart pulse, which had been slightly distorted, returned to its proper place.

And again, a moment passes.

Sararak.

The Guyumagi that had boiled like lava disappeared as if it had been washed away.

“Whoa.”

Seoliang let out a deep breath.

A complex expression appeared on Seo-ryang’s face as he wiped his red-stained mouth and looked at Li Cheon-sang.

Lee Cheon-sang pointed to the glass with his chin.

“Drink.”

“…yes.”

Seo-ryang emptied his glass. The elegant scent of the Six Heavenly Heart Pills cleared my head.

“I hope you don’t show yourself like that in the future.”

“….”

“Would you like one more drink?”

“please give it to me.”

Lee Cheon-sang poured alcohol into Seo-ryang’s cup.

Seo-ryang blamed himself as he watched the cup slowly filling.

‘I forgot the basics… This is like a swordsman who uses the original sword technique but has forgotten how to hold it.’

The reason his internal injuries did not heal was because Guyumagong was mixed with Buddhism and martial arts.

No matter what mental method you have learned, when you reach the extreme, you will eventually become one?

That is correct. However, among those who have practiced martial arts throughout the ages, no one has truly reached the level of Manryu Gwijong. However, there were only true masters who sought to dissuade the species from returning to its original form.

Seoryang was also among those true masters.

In that respect, Seoryang’s ability to combine the incongruous Buddhist martial arts and magic arts is truly remarkable. Because Guyu Demon Gong is the martial arts that can be said to be the end of the Manryu Demonic Sect.

That’s why I had no choice but to be mistaken.

‘I handled Guyu Demon perfectly, but I wasn’t a proper demon.’

If the ultimate purpose of Divine Gong (??) is to deal with the upper echelon, the ultimate in Demonic Gong is to liberate the middle and middle elixirs.

The destructive power of the magic attack comes from twisting the middle and middle battles. The middle and middle range is responsible for the five desires and seven emotions, so for the magic to work properly, one must use strong emotions as nourishment to gain strength.

Seoliang didn’t know that either. However, he clearly distinguished between when to use martial arts and when to heal. That was because he was accustomed to following the natural principles of martial arts.

It shouldn’t be like that.

Extreme horse is literally the limit of magic. Now that his entire body is filled with demonic energy that surpasses the realm of innate nature, he must base everything on the operating principles of magic. Just because Buddhism’s martial arts is mixed, internal injuries should not be treated like Buddhism’s martial arts.

‘It was rather fortunate.’

Cheonho’s tension was a martial art specialized in killing power. It is the type of penetrator that penetrates the body and ruptures the heart vein.

This was also the reason why the turbidity constantly rose between the heart and lungs. Since that was the area of middle and middle battle, it could not be corrected by focusing on the bottom and top of the middle and middle battle.

“Before you can become a god, you must first become a human.”

Surprised, Seo-ryang looked at Lee Cheon-sang.

Lee Cheon-sang, holding a glass, added in a tone that seemed to throw something away as he passed by.

“I don’t know if you are truly pursuing the realm of God. However, a person who has not even been able to properly dissolve in the five passions cannot break away from the human shell.”

“…!”

“You have to be angry, laugh, and be sad. “Only those who are faithful to all of those emotions can be said to be truly human.”

Lee Cheon-sang emptied his glass.

“In order to enter the world of myth, you must first understand what harmony is. “The fact that you were uncharacteristically anxious just a moment ago means that you are becoming a true demon.”

Myth means a world of myth, and harmony means a world of harmony.

To put it in the martial arts style, in order to transcend the devil of the extreme devil, you must clearly know what the devil is that has reached the extreme level of the devil.

‘It’s strange.’

In the process of repairing my internal injuries, I came to an unexpected realization.

What is surprising is that the martial principles embedded in Lee Cheon-sang’s words are very similar to those of the martial arts faction.

‘Perhaps this person… may have reached the true level of the Demon Lord.’

Lee Cheon-sang put down his glass.

“Follow along.”

“Oh yeah.”

Seo-ryang filled his glass with a shy expression.

“I showed you my ugly side.”

“I just needed to know.”

“From now on….”

“I have never raised a student who makes two mistakes.”

…I must say it.

Lee Cheon-sang raised his glass.

Seo-ryang also politely raised his glass.

Ching.

The sound of glasses clinking together sounded very beautiful.

“I heard you had a fight with the Beast Palace Lord.”

“I did.”

“You managed to survive.”

“If I hadn’t been distracted, I might have been pushed back. “Mr. Meow is one step ahead of me.”

Lee Cheon-sang tilted his head.

“Mr. Meow?”

“Ah, the Beast Palace Lord.”

“That’s an interesting title.”

Seoryang, who was drinking, almost heard the news for a moment.

Lee Cheon-sang said calmly.

“The inaction of the owners of the Sae-O-Sa-Gung is comparable to that of the former Great Majon. “It was possible because the characteristics of martial arts were so different. If the Beast Prince had learned magic, even you would have had a hard time.”

“I thought so.”

widely.

Lee Cheon-sang put down the glass and leaned his upper body forward.

It was my first time seeing this posture. A willingness to actively engage in conversation was evident.

“I want to hear from the beginning what happened in Nanman. “Directly from your own mouth.”

* * *

“hello.”

“…who are you?”

“My name is Yeo Sang-rin.”

Cherry Blossom, who was blankly looking at Yeo Sang-rin, looked at Ma Dong-pil.

Ma Dong-pil cleared his throat and turned his head. Wei Hong-ryeon squatted down and scraped the floor with her sword.

Hwiiing.

A cold wind blew into Seoryang’s residence.