Chapter 622

Episode 622.Because there is no end (4)

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The attack by Hwang Myeon-in, who called himself the head of the Seven Priests’ Department, was extremely harsh.

Mo Yong-gun’s eyes wavered.

‘this guy.’

Buuuuung! bang!

The Balgyeong technique of holding the middle of the pole and rotating it to increase the density of force and strike with that force is amazing.

It may seem like a random strike, but the destructive power was tremendous. Even Hwang Seok-tae, a rare spearman, had to take a dozen steps back from that blow.

Grumble!

The demonic energy overflowing from Hwangmyeonin’s body created a gentle wave.

It was a demonic energy that polluted the air. An energy that makes even breathing uncomfortable. If you consider that inner strength is breathing, and that breathing is the basis of inner mastery, Hwang Myeon-in’s magical energy emanation itself has the effect of suppressing the enemy’s power.

Let’s go!

Moyonggun’s thunder spirit waved wildly, burning away the dark demonic energy that had dissolved in the air.

The air becomes less dense, but it is better than breathing without any alternative.

His judgment was correct.

Hwang Myeon-in’s mouth twitched.

“It is the power of the sacrificial stone. It was said that it would be difficult to find a person in the martial arts world of the time who could handle Noegi itself. “There was a rumor that someone presumed to be the head of the Moyong family controlled brain energy, and that was true.”

Mo Yong-gun’s face hardened slightly.

He never really hid his brain hole. But that doesn’t mean I ever thought I would know everything about dogs and cows.

“but.”

hook!

The power of demonic energy has become stronger.

It is as if life itself is on fire. Prince Moyong felt the unique madness of a human risking his life from Hwangmyeonin’s magical energy.

“No matter what you want, you won’t be able to get it.”

Prince Moyong spoke in a monotonous voice.

“We don’t know, but what I want is for you to die as quickly as possible.”

Hwang Myeon-in grinned.

Could it be that the smile engraved on the corner of his mouth also contained demonic energy? The lip color seemed to be a little darker than before.

“It’s a wish that will come true after you die.”

Paaang!

Moyonggun’s movements were amazing as always.

Movements as fast and irregular as the brain energy he possesses. At some point, Prince Moyong disappeared from Hwangmyeonin’s sight.

And almost at the same time, Prince Moyong’s treasured sword rose diagonally from the bottom.

Damn it!

Spear swords clashing with sparks flying.

The flying fragments of Brain Qi looked extremely dangerous. However, Hwangmyeonin did not back down at all. He was only surprised by the opponent’s brain power, but did not seem to feel intimidated by the brain power itself.

Awesome! Damn it! Damn it!

A series of plosive sounds.

A bloody shock wave exploded around the two people.

‘damn.’

Hwang Seok-tae, who was holding the Red Dragon Spear, gritted his teeth.

This is not a military war, but a war. In war, there is nothing more funny than one-on-one confrontation. Of course, I was planning to help Prince Moyong and kill him.

But I couldn’t.

‘The shock was too strong!’

bang!

The power generated by the clash of the magical energy of the Yeokcheon and the strongest lightning energy was so fierce that even he, the leader of the strongest unit of the Ink Dragon Club, could not approach it.

If I had rashly intervened, I felt like I would have suffered internal injuries before even getting a few spear strikes. That would be a hindrance rather than a help.

Paaang!

Hwang Seok-tae quickly changed his goal. He aimed that steel spear blade at Hwangmyeonin’s subordinates, Jeokmyeonin.

Whoa whoa!

The three Red Faces who killed the remaining members of the Black Blood Corps and attempted to enter the Gaju Battle died on the spot.

Hwang Seok-tae’s spearmanship was not flashy. It was strong and fast. Because that was all it was, it was rather difficult to attack.

Bababababaak!

The number of remaining Jeokmyeon people is now less than twenty.

However, since each of them was a top expert and each of them spread out in all directions, even Hwang Seok-tae could not catch up and kill them all.

This is because his organs were strength and advancement, not the emanation of colorful qigong like Mo Yong-gun.

Flash!

Still, Hwang Seok-tae tried to stop them until the end.

You can’t catch them all, but it’s enough to block the enemy’s path to their destination. Moving faster than anyone else, he broke through one of the red boards and stood in front of the road leading to Gajujeon.

Slurp.

The sight of him aiming his Red Dragon God Spear at the front was like a war god descending on the battlefield.

“You who are going to die, come.”

The voice flows heavily, conveying the majesty of the majestic general boasted by the Mukryongbu.

Two of the Jeokmyeon people who were scattered and glaring at Hwang Seok-tae took out small objects from their arms.

A black bead slightly smaller than a duck egg.

A look of tension appeared in Hwang Seok-tae’s eyes.

‘That’s not good.’

I knew what that item was because I saw it right before the battle.

‘Sound.’

It is not a bomb using gunpowder, but a bomb using sound waves.

Even thinking about it again, I couldn’t believe that something like that could exist. Gunpowder is a substance, but sound is not something that can be touched or manufactured by hand.

An object that explodes and causes a direct hit to the brain with an incredibly loud noise.

‘There’s definitely a trick.’

Whatever it was, it was clear that the tiny bead was a tricky object.

There is no other way than to protect the whole body with internal energy. Even then, the residual shock could not be completely resolved.

If he, a transcendent expert, is like this, what can other people do? There was no other reason why most of the members of the Black Blood Corps were incapacitated.

‘Whatever.’

The hand holding the Red Dragon God Spear gained strength.

Hwang Seok-tae shouted.

“Go for it!”

It was then.

Hwaaaaaaaaa!

“…?!”

Is it far away? Or is it close?

Is it the sky? Or is it land?

I can not know. No one here could figure out where the wind that exploded in an instant came from.

But at the same time, everyone here realized.

This power. This wind, which seems to be somehow imbued with golden light, has a powerful power that far surpasses imagination.

Faaagh!

Moyong-gun and Hwangmyeon-in, who were exchanging fierce attacks, also widened their distance with each other.

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Prince Moyong looked towards Gajujeon with a blank face.

The same was true for Hwang Myeon-in. The corpse’s surprised expression was revealed, stained with inner horror by the blood covering most of its face.

“…Six High Priest?”

no.

Although he muttered it without realizing it, Hwang Myeon-in had an intuition that the main character who started this affair was not the head of the Sixth Army.

It was also possible to know that Prince Moyong, Seoktae Hwang, the people of Jeokmyeon, and even Kang Ryang, who had fainted and woke up.

“Cough! “It’s my brother.”

Kang-ryang, who had shed a handful of blood, staggered to his feet.

Even in pain that made his whole body feel like it was going to collapse, Kang Ryang shouted with an expression filled with shock and joy.

“It’s my brother! “Brother, finally…!”

It was then.

hook!

A storm blowing silently.

The silence was long in a split second.

And the moment the silence ended, a force close to disaster struck the place.

Crumbling!!

“Aaaah!”

“Ugh!”

An intangible storm raged, blowing away the remains of the broken building and knocking Hwang Seok-tae down.

The storm that knocked down Hwang Seok-tae caused Mo Yong-gun and Hwang Myeon-in to stumble, and the aftermath of the force that passed over the two wiped out Jeok-myeon-in.

Kwakwakwak!

The sight of a storm blowing through, splitting trees and shaking buildings did not seem like something that happened in this world.

Ujijik! Kwasik!

The river floating in the air broke the surface of the tree and buried it. Soon the tree bent as it could, and soon its roots were torn off and it fell down.

Kugugoogung! Quaaaang! Quack!

On the way to Gajujeon, the crack-filled walls collapsed and the forest was devastated.

The dead members of the Black Blood Corps were rolling around on the floor, and those who were still alive were also bouncing around and rolling on the ground.

It was literally a mess. Even the weakest of these warriors would be considered top-notch if they went to a powerhouse, but everyone would be unable to control their bodies and would either collapse or be pushed away.

Pusssssss.

The place where the storm swept over was miserable.

The castle walls that were cracked but still maintained their shape, the forest that watched the battle with anxious eyes, and the struggles of the warriors who shed blood and death in the deadly melee.

Everything was devastated.

No one died, but none of them were so shocked that they could not lift a finger.

“Cough!”

The river that fell with the tree rose again.

Why? The blow to my body was quite severe, but strangely, my energy felt more active than before I fainted.

It wasn’t just something he felt.

Hwang Seok-tae and Moyong Islands.

And even the members of the Black Blood Corps who had not died felt strangely energized.

It wasn’t a question of mental strength. In fact, their inner energy was moving actively.

what is the reason.

What is this wind so strong, and why does it breathe such vitality into the bodies of some warriors?

“A person suffering from mental harm.”

Mo Yong’s cheeks trembled.

“This is… the Sim-ui merchant.”

Simuisangin or Siminsangin (心印傷人).

In other words, it can be interpreted as a supreme state, also known as Simjeuksal (心卽殺), which means that one can hurt or kill a person with just one’s mind.

Of course, there is no way that would actually be possible. If someone dies just because you said ‘die’ in your heart, they can no longer be considered a human or a living being.

However, there is a level that cannot be explained except with those words.

A state of magic where a person who ascends to a realm that transcends human limitations suddenly recognizes that something more exists and reaches out.

A state that cannot be explained in writing or language. A state of chaos that only he himself can perceive, unable to show or guide.

Those who have stepped into the supreme world, which cannot be described and can only be called a state with no beginning or end, are called this with respect by the powerful martial arts people.

“Holy heaven!!”

Hwang Seok-tae shouted without realizing it.

“This power is Holy Heaven!”

Hwang Seok-tae and Mo Yong-gun are people who saw Yang Cheon’s true power.

So you can know. What this power proves is the depth of this power.

“No way…”

Mo Yong-gun’s voice was trembling with astonishment.

“Yeonhojeong that guy?!”

At that time, Hwang Myeon-in shouted.

“Retreat!”

A command close to a scream.

Mo Yong-gun and Hwang Seok-tae, who were surprised to see Hwang Myeon-in, soon saw him running back the way he came.

Even while throwing his body away, Hwang Myeon-in continued to shout.

“retreat! Retreat! “The Chief of the Six High Schools was defeated!”

The body of the six priests was originally occupied by the head of the seven priests, Hwangmyeon.

The demonic energy flowing from his body completely disappeared in front of this huge storm.

What does that mean?

‘extinction!!’

It meant that it disappeared without even being able to use its proper power.

The six priests who gave up their bodies and became fertilizer for the believers of his time were truly noble.

“Everyone disperse! Gather at base number six! “We need to get out of the party as quickly as possible…!”

bang!

Hwang Myeon-in vomited blood and was thrown in the opposite direction.

Quack! bang!

As many as twenty yellow-faced people collided with the two red-faced people and fell. It was not far from Hwang Seok-tae.

“It’s base number six.”

A languid yet eerie voice.

Everyone looked at the source of the voice.

Jump and jump.

The spirit of contemplation was rising like smoke from the body of the young man who walked briskly as if he had nothing to hide.

Prince Moyong swallowed his saliva.

How did they travel that long distance?

Young Yeon Ho-jeong turned his shoulders and asked calmly.

“Can you tell me where it is? It’s called base number six.”