Chronicles of the Demon Faction - Chapter 875



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Side story 225. Dyeing (9)

“… … !”

The White Bone Demon’s eyes glowed with a sharp light.

‘at las.’

A white bone god who has achieved a level where he is worthy of being called a martial god.

Among the Demon Kings, only the White Bone God Demon could control both magic and external energy so freely. Even the Gwanghyeol God Demon, who was considered to be of the same level, did not have such a wide and delicate qigong ability.

In other words, the upper stage of the White Bone God Demon is not lacking when talking about the best in the new religion, and thanks to this, the thoroughly polished upper stage has completely changed his eyes into something new.

The Baekgolshinma’s eyes could see the black mist boiling around the Seven Nights of the Two Heavenly Kings.

It wasn’t magic. The black mist wriggled on its own, gradually forming smaller shapes.

He was a demon from hell.

The evil spirits that people had vaguely imagined were surrounding Chilnyado, laughing.

‘Are you saying that Jinmagong’s magic can contain that much momentum?’

The White Bone God could not help but be amazed.

The True Demon King standing on the Seven Nights Island shows that the realm of the two heavenly beings is great enough, but the White Bone God Demon saw more than that.

The evil spirits seen in the two eyes of the White Bone Demon were an unknown force that could only be described as the energy of hell. I couldn’t help but be amazed at the capacity of the True Demon Lord to absorb such an evil energy.

And then you finally realize.

‘That’s not all. That is the true power of Jinmagong that we didn’t know about.’

Just as Lee Cheon-sang gained great enlightenment by seeing the absolute qigong ability of Baekgol Shinma, Baekgol Shinma was also able to learn about the true magic power that the world did not know by watching Lee Cheon-sang’s studies.

The relationship between priests is not one of simple one-sided teachings.

A teacher can also greatly develop by teaching his students and seeing their enlightenment. A relationship where both influence each other and experience deeper and higher realms is the relationship between a teacher and a student.

In that sense, Baekgol Shinma and Lee Cheon-sang were teacher and disciple no matter what anyone says.

Although he did not teach his own season, Baekgol Shinma gave Lee Cheon-sang the magic of life and ascension.

The genius Lee Cheon-sang tells Baekgol Shinma, who had collapsed and crumbled and lost even his purpose in life, that a new future is coming.

This is the moment when the influence between priests, which no one acknowledges but only they understand in their hearts, brings about a great awakening in each other.

At this very moment, the relationship between the two was completed.

“Come!”

Kwaaang!

Even though I was running in a straight line, I momentarily lost the flow of magic.

The White Bone God opened his eyes wide.

Although the body of the two thousandth man was visible, the magical energy he exuded spread out in all directions and disturbed the senses.

‘Protection!’

It was the Seven Steps to the King.

Because of the difficulty of martial arts, he was unable to properly understand even the third of ten, but the moment it unfolded, he displayed the footsteps of a god that were so advanced that even the world’s white bone gods were shocked.

For a moment he was confused, but Baekgolshinma’s eyes and senses quickly caught the flow of magic energy. He realized in a flash where Lee Cheon-sang was headed and what place he was aiming for.

So I was surprised.

‘You’re after everything.’

Lee Cheon-sang, who had come close to the front, swung his Chil-ya-do.

Boooooooooooo!!

The air seemed to be torn and burning.

It was a procession of a large army led by a single black blade. It felt like tens of thousands of evil spirits were rushing in, bursting into laughter.

The sword that split the heavens and earth aimed for the collarbone of the White Bone Demon along with the storm of evil spirits.

The left hand of the White Bone God moved like lightning.

The pure white magic soon formed the shape of a human skull without any flesh.

Boom!

Lee Cheon-sang felt his eyes going white.

Everything I could see was white. My ears were ringing and blood was gushing from my nose where the blood vessels had burst due to the tremendous pressure.

Hwaaaaak!

The condensed and then exploded air created a cool breeze.

At that moment, Lee Cheon-sang realized that he was flying in the air.

Papapang!

As soon as he came to his senses, his body began to move according to instinct.

The two feet that stepped on the empty space, the two steps of the Seven Treasures sent out small waves of force, causing the two thousand-year-old man to charge forward once again.

The face of the White Bone God was filled with joy.

‘That’s it.’

A divine martial art that allows a Miner who has reached the pinnacle of power but has not yet reached the pinnacle of power to instantly perform the secret technique of walking in the air.

The devil’s study of a master who can display martial arts of a world of difference, and who can unleash a power that will inevitably cause physical harm if the reaction is delayed even for a moment.

‘That is the martial art of our school, the one that has reached the pinnacle of the world!’

The Seven Nights Sword, swung like lightning, unleashed a hellish sword technique containing a whirlwind.

Since the master’s strength was weak and he could not use his full power, he forcibly amplified the attack by drawing in the external energy from all directions. It was a sword dance of Narak that would turn the entire area into a land of death once it was unleashed.

The White Bone Demon’s twin hands breathed fire.

Boom! Bwaaang!

Hundreds of lines of slaughter were torn apart into pieces.

Although it was an incredible martial art, it was ineffective against the White Bone God Demon. Knowing this, Lee Cheon-sang also attacked with all his might.

And the White Bone God accepted the forgotten past drawn by the great genius, but the history of the three lives that would surely become a new world.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Chilnyado’s movements became faster and more intense.

The outer walls of the wide backyard were engraved with sword marks. The broken and scattered pottery did not completely disappear, but instead wounded the outer walls.

There is no martial art like this in the world. Only the supreme being of the devil who knows nothing but reign is qualified to display martial arts that break free from this kind of common sense.

Boom! Boom!

The power of Hell Magic grew stronger and stronger. The defense and counterattack of the White Bone Demon also became more and more perfect.

Before he knew it, Lee Cheon-sang was bleeding profusely. His eyes, with their blood vessels burst, were shedding tears of blood, thick blood was pouring out of his nose and mouth, and his ears were also releasing blood as thin as thread.

However, the White Bone God did not spare him.

No, I didn’t have the luxury of looking at it.

It wasn’t because Lee Cheon-sang was strong, but because Baekgol Shinma was also fascinated by the overwhelming intensity of Pasunmu. He wanted to feel Pasun’s shadow even just a little bit more, and he felt extreme pleasure and joy at the sight of Lee Cheon-sang using that technique.

This was especially true because I had a gut feeling that there was a future there.

Boom! Boom!

Lee Cheon-sang had already crossed the line.

His body and his internal energy, everything had passed its limit. However, he attacked without even realizing it. His body and true energy shouted that he could no longer implement martial arts, but that was not the only thing that had surpassed its limit.

The spirit of two thousand years.

His soul, his spirit, his instincts were transcending limits.

Because there was a demon as powerful as the White Bone God, he was able to fully display the Nameless Martial Arts. To Lee Cheon-sang, who had never used the Nameless Martial Arts to its limits, all of these internal and external injuries were now enlightenment.

Those realizations gathered and gathered together, drawing out the internal energy that had been consumed, and the surging internal energy healed each of his internal injuries at a frightening speed.

Cheeeeek!

However, even Lee Cheon-sang had limitations as long as he had a human body. Baekgol Shinma was keenly aware of this. In five moves, no, seven moves, Lee Cheon-sang’s power would be completely exhausted.

As he woke up from his ecstatic dream, he began to think that it was time to end it.

But Lee Cheon-sang rejected it.

Pasa sasa sak!

The winds of hell that were flying around like broken porcelain pieces gathered together instead of scattering due to the strong will of the two heavenly beings. The gathered pieces of wind drew a red gust like blood. In an instant, a terrible smell of blood vibrated throughout the entire backyard.

The White Bone Demon’s eyes widened.

‘also!’

From Hell’s Law to Blood Wind Five Styles.

Five blood-red gusts of wind, spinning like awls from all over the empty space where the Seven Night Swordsmen were aiming, shot out, aiming for the entire body of the White Bone God Demon.

It is a sword technique, not a Taoist technique. However, there was no such distinction in Lee Cheon-sang’s swordsmanship.

The White Bone God Demon displayed the Heavenly Demon White Bone Hand and the White Claws Equal Heaven.

Kwakwakwakwakwang!!

All five streams of blood evaporated.

At that moment of evaporation, Lee Cheon-sang’s left hand aimed at the White Bone God Demon.

Taaaaaang!

It was a magical bullet fired with the elasticity of the middle finger and thumb.

Baekgolshinma was surprised. He knew that it was also one of the martial arts of Pasunmu, but it was not like the martial arts recorded in the Unknown Martial Arts.

This was another turn of events. The spirit of the White Bone Demon, who had returned to reality, entered a dream again.

Pupupupu!

The long-range shooting of the Magic Bullet, the close-range striking of the Hell Sword, and the medium-to-long-range attack of the Blood Wind Five-Style.

And the footsteps of God, the Seven Treasures, that make all of this possible.

Lee Cheon-sang showed everything he had. He scraped the floor and used every bit of strength he had left to ecstatically capture the five senses of the White Bone God Demon.

The White Bone God was seeing everything that could be seen. What he saw was the Pasunmu, but furthermore, he was able to see the talents of the genius who had been given the Pasun’s possession, and the future divine throne that had been only vague.

Boom! Kwarrrrung!!

Heaven and earth groaned and darkness shrank in surprise.

How much time has passed like that?

“… … .”

Lee Cheon-sang blinked.

‘when……?’

Before he knew it, he was on his knees.

I didn’t have the strength to stand on my own two feet or raise my head. It was an extreme demonstration that squeezed everything out.

He instinctively pulled up the Jinmagong.

‘… …?!’

Lee Cheon-sang’s eyes shook.

There was not a single strand of magic energy in the danjeon. However, the state of the danjeon was strange.

It became deeper and wider. Furthermore, the middle dantian, which was in the shape of a cube according to the state of the lower dantian, grew larger, and the upper dantian also gradually began to draw a single shape.

“It is called the pinnacle because it is the realm that heaven has permitted to humans.”

Lee Cheon-sang raised his head with great effort.

My vision was blurry. But I could still see that the White Bone Demon wasn’t even hurt.

“But if you keep trying and trying, if you keep grinding and grinding, you will eventually be able to overcome that wall. You will be able to transcend it. People call it the pinnacle when it transcends the realm allowed to humans.”

“ruler…….”

Lee Cheon-sang, who was about to call the White Bone God, coughed briefly. His voice was hoarse and could not come out well.

“I have defied the mandate of heaven and started on the path of becoming a transcendent being, so what I see and think are different. However, in order to maintain such abilities, everything from my body to my internal energy must change.”

“… … ?”

“In order to fill, you must first empty out. That’s why your lower abdomen is so empty, and why you feel the changes in your middle and upper abdomen to match the enlarged lower abdomen.”

Yi Cheon-sang’s eyes became increasingly cloudy. His mind also became hazy.

But even in his last moments of losing consciousness, he tried to interpret the words of the White Bone Demon.

‘My danjeon, my body has become like this because it is trying to fill something. If that is the case, then I too… … .’

Thud!

Lee Cheon-sang collapsed.

A compassionate smile appeared on the face of the White Bone God looking down at him.

“Even if you get your hands on the turnip, it will be difficult to throw yourself away.”

Gulp.

Blood ran down the sleeves of the White Bone Goddess, dripping down from the tip of her middle finger before falling to the ground.

Blood-stained hands. The White Bone Demon liked those hands.

“It was a great feat. I must live until the throne is reclaimed, if only to see more of that dance.”