Chronicles of the Demon Faction

Chapter 377



Chapter 377

Episode 377 Heavenly Demon Descending (2)

“The lion with a black mane was hiding its rather vicious claws.”

“Hehe, the room manager’s behavior is still the same.”

“Is that so.”

“You look a lot better than before. Have you taken care of all your internal injuries?”

“yes. “Thanks to Sabaek.”

“Do you say that the work of an old man waiting to die is in vain? “Not only the company but also the high-ranking officials at headquarters should express their gratitude to the young demon dragon.”

“of course. However, I do not intend to follow evil, so I just hope that he does not fall into the wrong path.”

“If you look at it with human eyes, it may be a wrong path, but if you look at it through the eyes of a Buddha, it is also the truth. Just cutting off and pushing down is not the solution. “Every monk should focus on educating sentient beings who have fallen into the wrong path.”

“Sabaeknim’s words are indeed correct. However, Kangho’s job is really easier said than done.”

“I agree too. My heart aches because of this. “If I had been able to finish it at my university, you wouldn’t have had to go to hell for a little while.”

“If the chaos in the Sabah world disappears, we won’t have to shave our heads either.”

“haha!”

A spark of respect appeared in Hyesim’s eyes.

“Anyway, you are truly amazing. “There is probably no one in the history of our headquarters who has achieved the great power of prajna as much as Sabaeknim.”

Hyesim was addicted to blood poison for the longest period of time among the Shaolin monks, as she was the head of the temple. Even in that situation, he went to extreme lengths to the point of death to resolve Kangho’s conflict.

No matter how much he deciphered the blood test, how outstanding his Shaolin studies were, and how outstanding his level of achievement was, he still needed to purify himself for at least half a year.

Jeoksong was the reason why Hye-sim was able to get up already despite being in such a serious condition. The Prajna Dae ability that Jeoksong developed throughout his life is a Qigong that competes for the highest level among the Shaolin Temple’s Musang spiritual techniques, and was able to immediately wash away the evil energy in Hyesim’s body.

Red Pine shook his head.

“Although I learned martial arts to enlighten the evil that is scattered throughout the world, I am not proud of my power now. Power is both ability and a shortcut to pride. “I’m worried that I might lose my status as a monk before I reach Buddha.”

“I dare say that you will definitely enter nirvana.”

Just as when a Taoist dies, it is said that he has ascended to enlightenment, when a monk dies, it is said that he has entered nirvana.

However, that is not what Hyesim meant by nirvana. It meant the state of true destruction and liberation.

“I’ve even put that down now. “I just want to continue to pursue my life as a monk without any mistakes because I believe that my life as a monk has not been wrong.”

“You are correct.”

“By the way…”

Red Pine looked at the monks lined up.

They were monks who were heavy but flexible, calm but possessed the power of a volcano. Everyone was holding a golden wooden gun that was six feet long, and even at first glance, it felt extraordinary.

The people of the world called those hundred and eight monks the Hundred and Eight Arhats. And they were afraid of the golden wooden gun they were holding, calling it the Tangma Golden Gun.

Those representing Shaolin Temple are holding Shaolin infantry, symbolizing the destruction of Tang Demon. Tangma Geumgon, made of sacred wood, was harder than steel and flexible as if it were made of wrought iron.

Red Pine felt dazzled.

“The minister.”

They were people who had not been active in the Gangho for several years and had been serving the elders of the mountain temple. In the meantime, as if he had neglected his training, his stomach gave off more powerful energy than before.

“When you fell and couldn’t run Shaolin, you ran around here and there. So I couldn’t pay attention to those kids, so when did they grow up to that level?”

“Nahandangju’s contribution is great. “I trained the Arhats well so that Shaolin could go out into the world at any time.”

“I see.”

Power is sometimes a trigger that leads people down a path filled with desire.

However, without that strength, you cannot shout out loud even if something unfair happens, and even if you try to help someone, it is not easy.

These were the joys and sorrows of those born in an era where power determines truth. I couldn’t help but feel my heart pounding when I saw Arhat, who became a monk to kill Buddha, but was also the pride of Shaolin.

“The world needs to know about the Iron Blood Holy Lord.”

Hyesim looked at a group of people approaching from afar.

A horde of 500 warriors, armed with light armor and riding on the world’s best horses, was approaching. I saw an evil group with a stern force like the emperor’s army.

“How scary can it be when Shaolin, unable to embrace the world with his Buddhist heart, rolls around in the mud and engages in grappling with the evil thugs of the Saba world.”

Jeonggak, standing in front of the Hundred and Eight Arhats, shouted.

“Turn to Buddhism quickly!”

chuck!

One hundred and eight sturdy monks turned at once.

The left hand was half-bent and the Tangma Geumgon held in the right hand was placed behind the body in a noble posture. Even when just standing in line, they boasted great power, but when they took up their stance, their temperament was completely different.

Ugh.

Burning. Golden charm.

The anti-demon true energy of Shaolin Jeongjong’s divine art, Mahayana Brahma Heavenly Art, exuded by one hundred eight Arhats, was burning like a flame.

“Preparations are complete, Master Sabaek.”

Red Pine stood up.

Although he was not very tall or small, the power of the Hundred and Eight Arhats was doubled when the highest monk of Shaolin stood up.

Coogung!

Five hundred cavalry stopped. Soon, the powerful warrior in the lead slowly rode his horse forward.

He was Buju, the commander of the Nanbucheonggun (????) of the Cheolshingun (???), one of the elite units raised by Cheolhyeolseong by deceiving the world.

It was time for the buju to lift the battle flag hung on the horse saddle.

“Let’s get started, boss.”

“yes.”

Hyesim said calmly.

“Arhats, destroy the group of Sima Mao Dao and show the world that Jiang Hu’s spirit has not died.”

Even though he didn’t shout out loud, his voice seemed to spread ten miles away. It was a solemn sound technique mixed with the sound of the lion’s hu of Buddhism.

Jeonggak shouted.

“Open!”

Ugh!

The hundred and eight Arhats raced towards the Nanbu Qing army.

Buju, who was holding an ax and trying to open his mouth, was startled.

Whoa!

The Arhats’ approach speed was frighteningly fast. The body technique of folding and rushing through space was like the technique of Chukji. Moreover, the sight of 180 monks running without any disturbance as if they were one body was the most spectacular sight.

Buju shouted.

“Ready for battle! “Bury all those damned bastards!”

“Wow!”

Rumbling!

Five hundred mounted warriors rushed out, each carrying an axe.

The two armed groups clashed as if they had been waiting.

Qarring! Fuuuuuuu!

The battlefield begins to be filled with heavy drinking and screaming.

Red Pine, who was looking at the scene with somber eyes, turned his gaze to the north.

“I think Tiger Malco should have arrived by now.”

* * *

“What is it?”

Lingsanjin’s face no longer looked cold.

Phew!

I felt like my stomach was being shaken by the storm of demon energy gathering like clouds. The demonic energy that surged in from the far east at an alarming speed was tinged with terrifying murderous intent.

‘What a master! ‘It’s at the level of a teenage expert!’

It had a force reminiscent of a clunky sword. A huge sword, towering as high as a mountain peak, seemed to be flying through the air.

It was a sharp yet blunt iron sword. It was the appearance of a demon who had grown into the strongest force in the Heavenly Demon Church with only an ordinary iron sword, having never relied on the fortune of a treasured sword in his entire life.

And the Gwangma (??), the worst unit of the Heavenly Demon Church, were following behind them.

“Nosa Gwangam! From over there…!”

“That’s not the problem.”

“What do you mean?!”

Yeongsanjin’s face hardened as he looked back at Gwangamja. Gwangamja’s face, whose blood had drained, was stained with extreme shock.

It’s like the expression of a child who has seen a ghost. The shock of seeing something that shouldn’t be seen was clearly visible on his face.

And it was the same with the golden bamboo incident.

“No master! this is?!”

“Such a presence…!”

Yeongsanjin shouted loudly.

“Come to your senses! “Aren’t there other demons coming from the east?”

“That’s not the problem now.”

“You’re saying it’s not a problem?”

Gwangamja swallowed his saliva.

The teacher’s voice echoed in his head.

– It was written about a person who is the founder of the Demonic Cult and is revered as a god by the Demonic Martial Arts. He was the first to deal with Jinbeop.

– do not worry. In the martial arts world, the first heavenly demon is someone like Bodhidharma or Jang Sam-bong of the true martial arts world.”

“So, don’t worry.”

‘Master.’

A little while ago, when I unleashed the Annihilation Demon Jinjin.

Although the attack was not carried out with all its might, Gwangamja was greatly shocked. It was because I could not have imagined that there would be a master in this generation who could withstand the fingerprints of the Chalgeuk Heavenly Destroyer Demon Jinjin.

That young demon king even withstood the final ceremony of the fingerprint, the third ceremony. Although he was constantly pushed back, he was able to kill seven of the squadron’s masters who formed the line with a momentary increase in force.

That alone was enough to record the devil’s inaction in history. Even those who had mastered the magic arts of a different sect could not even scream once and were instantly killed, so they survived until the third stage of the passage with their bodies trained in magic arts.

But what is this?

Who owns the indescribably magical typhoon rising from the southeast?

What exactly is the identity of the person who wields absolute power that is difficult to even describe as demonic energy?

“…Heavenly Demon?”

Gwangamja looked at the golden bamboo situation.

Geumjuksae’s face was full of emptiness. Although she had noticed the young demon king’s energy later than Gwangamja, she seemed to have managed to notice the non-standard entity that was approaching.

“Did you say Heavenly Demon?”

“The Heavenly Demon… If not the Heavenly Demon, who else would have such a demonic spirit…”

It seemed like he didn’t even know what he was talking about. The anti-demonic sword he was holding in his hand trembled.

Gwangamja burst into laughter without realizing it.

“Hehehe.”

People looked at him.

Gwangamja muttered with a dejected expression.

“For the last time in your life, die holding the Heavenly Demon… I was wondering if that was the only reason why we had to launch the Demon Destruction Jinjin, but I guess there was a reason why the leader sent us out.”

I misunderstood that young Demon King as the Demon Cult’s Heavenly Demon. And that demon king showed enough ability.

However, the person approaching at breakneck speed from dozens of miles away was on a different level.

I even wondered if it was even human in the first place. However, the ‘popularity’ in the magi showed that he was definitely a person. Of course, it is doubtful whether the magic energy I feel is really magic energy.

“Everyone, get ready.”

Slurp.

Gwangamja took out the Demon God Sword (????), which had not been drawn when opening Jin’s fingerprints, and injected true energy into the sword point.

Oooooh!

The fortune-telling sword, imbued with splendid magic, spewed out a fiercer sword name than ever before.

“It seems that the person who is coming now is the root of evil that we must destroy. “The Heavenly Gate will be opened immediately, so prepare to die, everyone.”

After half each.

Crumbling!

Lightning struck from the endless dark clouds.

And then the Demon Emperor appeared.


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