Chronicles of the Demon Faction

Chapter 590

Episode 590 There is no play (8)

Pussssss.

Dangyangchong, who retreated through the smoke, was in quite a dire state.

More than half of his beard was singed, his finely combed hair was scattered, and his clothes had burnt holes in various places.

“indeed.”

Tang Yangchong looked at the carriage with eyes full of disappointment.

An exclamatory voice came from inside the carriage.

“It’s an amazing new law. I thought this would be enough to easily suppress it.”

The praise of the strong is always generous. That was the case with the person currently speaking.

“this guy…!”

Tang Yangchong’s face turned red.

“How dare you make fun of me?!”

Saaaaagh!

A black mist spewed out around Dangyangchong’s body.

It was a miasma on a different level from before. Finally, he carried out the reversal of the season, which he had been refining for decades.

Heeheeheehee!

The horses let out a harsh cry.

Poison is the most dangerous weapon in the natural world. Moreover, the Banyang divine poison spread by Yeokmushiran’s magic was the best poison in the world, surpassing even the intangible poison.

Even the horses that were calmed down with magic were capable of going wild. In other words, it was difficult to prevent the sense of discomfort emanating from Tang Yangchong even with the magical energy emitted by the strongest demon of the time.

Tang Yangchong growled like an animal.

“You are a demonic cult?”

“Yes.”

“Jump out now! Today I will show you that there is a sky above the sky!”

“What does the sky mean to an old woman in a gloomy corner of a house tinkering with poison?”

“This guy?!”

“Take down Mount Tai before you reach the sky.”

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!

A huge explosion of alcohol shook the entire area.

Tang Yangchong looked back.

‘omg!’

Grrrrrrrrrrrrr!

A ray of flame was approaching at great speed.

Kill your enemies and drink their blood. The demonic sword that drank the blood burned the demonic energy, and the burned demonic energy increased the demonic power’s output to the highest point for an instant.

It was Ma Dong-pil who transformed into flame itself with the annihilation of the enemy. The sight of him shooting out, wearing the fire dragon of the demon world all over his body, was a disaster that had come from the last days.

Coooooo!

Dangyangchung, who gave strength to both feet, unleashed a counterattack.

Paaaaang!

Black tension shot out at a frightening speed.

As for poison, its power was determined by the concentration of the poison rather than its destructive power or speed.

However, Dangyangchung’s funeral method was not like that. It was incredibly fast, and the destructive power felt as unusual as the speed.

Even if it did not contain poison, it could be said to be a decoration for the whole world in itself.

Ma Dong-pil’s eyes, facing the swirling tension, were completely stained with blood.

Quaaaang!

It was one sword, two swords.

The tension of the Yeokmu Dokjang was shattered helplessly by the slash containing the powerful attack of Gujung Demon Geomse.

Although it was only a single move, it contained martial principles that broke the spirit and destroyed the style.

Tang Yangchong, who realized that it would be difficult to win with just his strength for a split second, quickly moved his hands again.

Rumbling.

It felt like thunder was rumbling.

The real energy spread in the air is released as a long wind, a land wind, a wind wind, etc. Since there was no need to increase internal strength, the attack speed was one beat faster.

He was the one who freely controlled the miasma that spread out in all directions. Although he could not compare to the level of mastery in controlling firearms, his skills in controlling memorization and poisonous weapons deserved praise.

Ma Dong-pil’s sword danced.

Pow! Puff poop! Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!

The attack is crushed with the power of the sword, and the poison that explodes and scatters is burned away with Guyumahwa.

Poison and memorization do not mean that their destructive power is low, and magic attacks are not without their strange nature. If Dangyangchung was demonstrating Tangga martial arts to the extreme, Ma Dongpil was also demonstrating martial arts martial arts to the extreme.

A head-to-head battle between monsters who have transcended the limits of martial arts and established their own territory. There were miraculous attacks that left viewers with their mouths wide open.

Quaaaang!

Finally, Ma Dong-pil landed on the ground.

Hahaha!

The black miasma created dozens of gusts of wind and targeted Ma Dong-pil. It was similar to how Xi Liang controlled the pillar of fire.

In fact, Tang Yangchong was just copying the trick he had just been dealt. However, it consumed less internal power and was easier to operate.

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!

The Banyang Shindok’s mist swallowed it up.

Tang Yangchong smiled wryly.

“Damn you! You go on a rampage without even knowing the subject, so you suffer in vain.”

He shouted towards the cliff to the left.

“Report!”

Paaang! Paaaaang!

About 40 masters who were not defeated by Ma Dong-pil showed up.

They were all veteran masters of the previous generation of the Tang family who entered the closing ceremony together with Tang Yangchong, the elite masters who were all capable of using amazing new methods.

“I was over 30 years old.”

“Twenty-five pieces of heavy rain and fire needles have become junk.”

“Three of the tyrannical thunderbolts are damaged. It will be difficult to fix them.”

Tang Yangchong’s eyes trembled.

Poohui Hwachim was famous for memorizing the explosives of the Tang family.

But it was nothing compared to tyranny. The Tyranny Roe was the worst firearm in history, completed only five years ago. It was about one-tenth the size of the imperial artillery, but

its power was amplified nearly ten times, and it could be called the sum of the Tang Dynasty’s technological prowess.

“Damn you! How dare you destroy my family’s treasure?!”

Tangyangchung glared at the dark cloud made of Banyangshin poison.

Crumbling. Crumbling.

It looked like Ma Dong-pil was wriggling inside. Dark, dark clouds were floating around at will.

Tang Yangchong snorted.

“Hmph! Seeing that he uses the same martial arts skills as the Demon Cult leader, it seems like he could be the successor.”

He turned to the carriage.

“You lost your heir because of your arrogance. But there is nothing to be too sad about. I will have you follow soon.”

Dangyangchong shouted.

“Ready to fire!”

thud! thud! thud!

About a dozen veteran soldiers sat side by side at the front, carrying small, four-foot-long artillery pieces on their shoulders.

It was a tyranny. It was an invincible artillery piece boasting truly overwhelming power whose recoil was difficult to overcome even with the endurance of a top expert.

That wasn’t all.

Behind the veterans holding tyranny weapons, veteran veterans holding heavy fire needles and various memorized tools lined up in a semicircle.

Who in the world would be able to receive the joint efforts of the top leaders of the Party? What’s more, what they were holding were the strongest and worst firearms ever created in hundreds of years of Tang history.

Tang Yangchong’s smile deepened.

No more voices came from inside the carriage.

‘The distance is sufficient.’

I intentionally widened the distance by 30 sheets.

At this level, even the Demon Cult Lord would not be able to use the previous pillars of fire. If he could ignore this distance and use such a divine skill, he would no longer be human.

‘That guy is slowly dying too.’

I could feel Ma Dong-pil’s energy, trapped in the dark clouds, diminishing at an alarming rate.

At that level, it seems like there is no hope. Rather, it was surprising that he had not died until now.

Tang Yangchong raised his hand.

Slam!

The heat of the tyranny bombs made a menacing sound. Everyone is ready to fire.

‘I will have no choice but to crawl out.’

The immense destructive power and unbelievable speed of the Tyranny Lightning.

Thinking about that, Demon Clan Lord had no choice but to get out of the carriage. And the moment it pops out, Mancheonhwawu’s final secret power will pour out along with Banyang God Poison.

Tang Yangchong’s mouth opened.

“Foot…”

Puff.

‘uh?’

What is this tingling sensation?

Tang Yangchong looked down at his abdomen with bewildered eyes.

“…?!”

It’s a sword.

A black long sword was sticking out of his abdomen.

‘uh…?’

It’s creepy.

The location was so exquisite. The sword missed the spine and kidneys, sliced through Tang Yangchong’s intestines, and pierced the center of his dantian.

At that time, a gloomy voice came from behind him.

“Just being strong in martial arts isn’t enough.”

The veteran veterans looked at Tang Yangchong and the man standing behind him in surprise.

Pusssssss.

A psychic energy emanated from the black blood demon sword that pierced Tang Yangchong’s abdomen.

That energy immediately penetrated into Dangyangchong’s dantian.

Tang Yangchong’s face turned white.

“Kaaaaaaak!”

A terrible scream swept through my son-in-law.

The veteran soldiers who did not carry tyranny weapons hurriedly aimed their heavy rain fire acupuncture needles at Ma Dong-pil.

Crump!

In an instant, Ma Dongpil, who was hiding behind Dangyangchong’s neck and hiding behind him, lifted the black blood demon sword one inch higher.

Fuwaaaaak!

“Kuheook!”

Dangyangchong’s body trembled. Even with Yeokmushiran’s absolute power, he could not move his body as he wanted.

Even in the midst of terrible pain and bloody fear, he could not hide his wonder.

‘Why?’

Dangga’s inner strength is also honed with a focus on the Hadanjeon.

But his poison was flowing throughout his body. Even if Danjeon was injured, there should be no major problems in using the Banyang Shindok, which was filled up to the fingertips.

But it doesn’t move.

The poison is the body.

Having received a fatal wound for the first time in his life, his mind was unable to move, like a dying animal caught in a noose.

“No, no, no!”

“You bastard! Can’t you let him go right now!”

“You damn demonic bastard!”

Ma Dong-pil’s eyes sparkled.

Grrrrrrrrrrrrr!

“Ahh! Ahhhh!”

Tang Yangchong screamed in pain.

It had to be that way. Ma Dong-pil held Dan Yang-chung in his arms and made Gu Yuma Flower bloom all over his body.

Cheeeeeeeee!

Dangyangchong’s skin was melted in several places due to burns.

Considering the fire power of Gu Yumahua, it was surprising that his entire body did not turn into a lump of charcoal at once. This probably means that the level he has achieved is supreme.

Slurp.

Ma Dong-pil said, reducing his firepower.

“Step back.”

“This guy!”

“I could turn your matriarch to ashes if I wanted to.”

“…!!”

“Put down what you’re holding and step away.”

The veterans were perplexed.

They closed down together with Danyangchung and their martial arts skills also grew greatly. In the process, he was able to create tyranny bombs and create several new martial arts.

However, their pride had turned into arrogance due to the absence of actual combat for over twenty years, and they could never have imagined such an outcome.

Rumbling.

Bloody tears flowed from Ma Dong-pil’s eyes.

In order to catch the enemy off guard, he persevered in the solo dance of Banyang Shindok, killing even his vital energy.

There’s no need to do that? Not like that.

He clearly told Seo-ryang that he would handle it. If so, he had to do it even if it meant risking his life.

I couldn’t help but feel sorry for receiving Seo-ryang’s help, even if only for a moment. Now is the time to take responsibility for your words.

“You don’t want to step down? That’s good.”

Grrrrrrrrrrrrr!

“Kaaaaagh!”

Blood-red flames soared, completely surrounding Ma Dong-pil and Dan Yang-chong.

“Wait a minute!”

“I’m backing off! I’m backing off!”

“this guy! Can’t you quit?”

The veteran veterans, shocked, all put down their weapons and firearms in their hands.

‘…’

Although this was what he had asked for, Ma Dong-pil was inwardly dumbfounded.

‘This easy?’

He was planning on risking his life to catch them all, but he only gave in after this playful threat?

At that time, Seoryang’s voice rang in his mind.

[A wild beast needs to taste blood periodically. Those old men eat meat brought to them by others. [It is only a half-sized beast.] It is

a beast that has lost the instinct of a hunter. No matter how sharp its teeth and claws are, they are of no use.

Whoop!

The fierce Guyuma fire extinguished in an instant.

Quaaang!

At the same time, a huge fire dragon spewed out from Ma Dong-pil’s left hand.

The target was tyranny.

A clear look of fear appeared on the faces of the veterans.

“You crazy bastard!!”

Quaaaaang!