Reincarnation of the Demon - Chapter 136



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136. Namgung Seoho (9)

The whole body is torn apart. One person creates a natural disaster that cannot be faced alone.

The wind became a hammer and pounded Yong-un’s entire body, and the strong and cold energy mixed with the wind became blades and spearheads and pierced Yong-un’s body.

The white bone began to show through the torn muscles. Was it the shoulder? The blood supply was cut off and the blood flow was bursting out.

The lightning that appeared intermittently in the storm burned Yong-un’s body, and paradoxically… the pain was awakening Yong-un’s spirit.

If I hadn’t trained my external energy to the extreme, I would have already been torn to pieces.

How long has it been since this typhoon came? A day? An hour? I forgot the time. It’s not a state of trance, but a state of trance. My body and consciousness were playing separately.

My body was moving, using the right martial arts at the right moment.

The lightning was sent down to the ground through the lightning field, and at the same time, the energy stabbing from behind was avoided, and the armillary sphere was spread out to block the heavenly energy.

As Cheonma Gunrimbo was already trying his best to devour the world at every moment, Yongun was wrapping his hands in his energy and cutting off the typhoon’s knot.

The floating consciousness, separated from the body, had such questions. Was it possible because it was so focused, or was it because it was so dizzy from losing too much blood and using too much energy? It was impossible to know.

It seemed as if he was taking off the leaves of the tree one by one. He knew the flow of weather. Just as if he were continuously pouring water into a well with a hole, he was continuously reducing the typhoon’s power, but the typhoon was absorbing more and more weather.

In that moment, despair filled Yongwoon’s heart. Is this the end? Will he end up dying to Naksangjin, not Cheonmado, not Kwonjondo, not Hyeonjondo, not Changjondo?

It is either the unification of heaven and man or the last place. It is not some noble sacrifice or a great battle that leaves a mark on history. It is just one of the many fallen stars who had the chance to become the best but never achieved it.

Is this life any different from the life of Ma Yi and the others?

My mind became hazy and clear at the same time. Slowly, my mind came back into my body and my vision became clear.

I acknowledge the gap. That’s why,

I will become the best. I will become someone who no one can threaten my life with.

Yongun’s invisible energy beat along with his heartbeat. The invisible waves spread out once again, engulfing the typhoon.

Cheonma stands at the top, saying that the world is wrong.

Kwon-Jun stood at the top, trying to break the sky.

I… stand at the top in order to not die. In order to live solely as myself.

Blue flames, red flames. The color of the flames burning in the eyes completely melts away. Only the colors disappeared.

The white lines and dots are blinking. The red lines do not exist. This is because Yongun is already trapped in the red area.

Again, don’t put any effort into the flashing white line. Don’t look for it.

Make.

The world of medicine is what I define as my desire and will, the journey of life and the milestones toward the end point.

I will stand at the top. I was a demon in my previous life, having mastered the martial arts of Cheonma and Kwonjon, and I will use everything I have to stand at the top.

The invisible energy covering the typhoon leads the strong energy, and catches the heavenly energy that was trying to attack Yongun while mixed in with the typhoon.

White lines and dots are the enemy’s weak points. The gaps that inevitably appear in the tunnel, and the threads in those gaps.

Red area. The red line is the path of the enemy’s attack, his muscle movements, and the flow of his energy along with his killing intent.

The world of medicine is created by mixing the intangible, the etheric, and the natural.

A new color blossomed from Yongun’s toes. Blue. Blue waves bursting forth began to flood the world.

The red area that signified death was swallowed up by the blue color and disappeared, and soon, all of the optimistic spirits began to glow blue.

At the same time, time slowed down. In the time that had slowed down to the point where he could see the streak of lightning extending towards Yongwoon, Yongwoon ordered a purple line to be created.

Then, it was created. Void. No, the main body of the storm. A purple solid line was drawn vertically on the rotating wall that swallowed up the eye of the storm.

Yongun’s hand drew down along the line,

The typhoon split.

It was an unrealistic sight. The gray wind split as if it had created a crack, and other scenery was visible to Yongwoon.

Outside, there was a falling star. As he watched Namgung Seoho struggling in the air, his gaze crossed with Yongwoon’s, who was carrying a backpack on his back.

Shock. The moment he saw that expression, the typhoon closed again, but Yongwoon did not become impatient.

It commands. It does not seek weaknesses, nor does it probe the weak points of the spirit. The order must be arrogant.

Dang-hye’s Man-dok-sa ​​creates a poison that does not exist in the world. If Dang-hye wishes, the poison that blooms once every thousand years at the end of Nam-man can be created through the scales of the Man-dok-sa.

That’s not all. Even if they drink the same poison and eat the same poison, if Dang-hye wants, she can stop the poison at any time.

The world of medicine is the world of putting my will into reality.

He wanted a weak point in the typhoon, and soon that weak point was created. Yongwoon swung his fist fiercely toward the purple dot.

Kwaaaaang! A fist stretched out towards a giant purple dot. At the same time, Yongun’s formless energy cut through the typhoon, absorbing the weather energy and creating a hole.

The typhoon that had created a hole was also quickly repaired, but clearly… the speed was slow.

I had lost so much blood. My hands and feet were cold and my eyes were trembling, but my mind was still clear.

Was it a flash of lightning? It didn’t matter.

I command a purple dot to appear. Then, it blooms.

The magic energy that blossomed from Yongun’s body created a bow and arrows before his eyes.

The Three Arrows of the Demon Spirit Destruction

One Arrow – Murder

There was a purple dot at the point where the arrow hit, indicating that the typhoon had once again created a huge hole.

Kkwarreung! The typhoon shook with a loud noise that was even louder than before. Cheongi. When Deungcheonsamgyeong and Deungcheonsamgyeong fight over Uncheon, the factor that determines victory or defeat is mostly the difference in mental strength.

This tendency was even more severe when the world of medicine and the world of medicine clashed over the sky. The man who now moved the sky was Yongun.

The bow did not disappear. Rather, it consumed more of Yongun’s magic energy and grew in size.

The magic wrapped around Yongwoon’s body. Two new arms were created from the magic covering his back. They were ominous arms, just like those of an evil spirit or devil.

The left arm holds the bow, and the right arm holds the bowstring. A second arrow is newly created from the left arm made of magic.

The Three Arrows of the Demon Spirit Destruction

Previous (two arrows) – Murderous fate

The crimson arrow was even bigger than the first one. It was comparable in size to a spear. The devil’s right arm released the bowstring, and the magic arrow tore through space and rushed forward.

Kuuuung! With a sound more powerful than ever before, a crimson arrow struck the purple realm.

The momentary pause between the Myeolhonmasamjeon and the typhoon, it seemed at first glance that they were competing in strength, but it was no use. The arrow tore through the typhoon and advanced further. Its target was Naksanjin, who was still frozen and looking at it with an expression of disbelief.

“Huh…!”

Yongwoon clenched his fists tightly as he looked at him, who was crossing both his hands in front of him in surprise.

The hole in the magic energy that the Demonic Spirit Three Swords had passed through still remained. No, beyond that remaining, the black magic energy was slowly corroding the typhoon’s energy, so this time, what was contained in the fist was pure fire energy.

The magical energy that was constantly gushing out from my heart became a fire energy that was in opposition to me as if it were a lie. The blue flame that filled my fist was condensed strongly, strongly.

Yongun gave a strong command. Let this typhoon break, let a true typhoon’s eye be created.

“This can’t be… happening!”

Ignoring someone’s scream, Yongun’s fist struck the center of the typhoon. The ground beneath my feet.

A momentary halo-

Blue flames burst out and consumed the typhoon.

Kwaaaaaaaah!

Naksanjin looked ahead with eyes that were clearly shaken.

It was a sight that fit the word perfectly. With a great roar, a huge blue flame rose from the ground, piercing through the gray typhoon and shooting into the sky.

A pillar of fire. A blue path of flame connecting the earth and sky appeared for a moment, burning the clouds.

“That’s… ridiculous.”

Naksanjin’s hands trembled. This is not right. This is something that cannot be accepted.

Yes, it was just a 6-part optimism. I let my guard down and even drank poison from the strange beads he threw.

So, once again… this happened. Destruction.

One more time?

The pillar of fire soon disappeared as if it had done its job. A huge wilderness appeared in the forest that had been filled with trees. Under the sky that had cleared with the clouds that had disappeared with the typhoon, there was a huge pit in the barren and desolate wilderness.

The pit was black and burning all by itself. The pit was filled with a mixture of magic and fire, and in the center of it stood a man.

He was covered in blood. There was no clean spot on his body, his face was completely covered in blood, and his knees were shaking so much that even Namgung Seoho could see it from afar.

His fingernails were torn off and his head was bowed. Even so, Naksanjin did not dare to attack him.

“…It’s witchcraft.”

When I was a child, the mistakes I had always kept in my mouth came out naturally from Naksanjin.

“It’s witchcraft! Or it must be another divine being! No, it must have been a magical feat performed in that strange pair of shoes!”

Naksanjin shouted in vain. Even as he spoke, Naksanjin realized that he himself did not believe his words.

Naksanjin clenched his teeth. The smell of blood filled his mouth, and he glared at Yongwoon and shouted.

“What would I become if I did this! Ninety years! Ninety years of training! To become one with heaven and man! To create a divine wind of optimism that no one could surpass! But you! Who the hell are you!”

A hole was created in the heart. Before despair and shame, the hole that had been eating away at the heart was inferiority and impatience. All the negative emotions were poured out by Naksanjin.

Creation, Existence. Those two can be understood. No, they can be envied. They must have obtained a chance that they could not obtain.

The first one, who lived his entire life eating all the resources in the palace, and the second one, who must have learned the peerless divine power. Naksanjin could see them and was therefore jealous.

But this. This is…

“Falling.”

The cries of the fallen Jin did not reach the bloodied Yong-un.

“Do you know the difference between you and me?”

Only then did Naksanjin’s teeth break. He didn’t want to listen to what the bastard was saying. He wanted to rip out his ears.

“Do you think I… didn’t try?”

Yongwoon shook his head at Naksanjin’s words.

“If you are unmanned, everyone dreams of being the best in the world.”

Even though Yong-un was on the verge of death, Naksangjin for some reason did not interrupt Yong-un’s words.

“The best in the world… You must have dreamed of it too, and you must still want it now.”

Yongwoon’s hands moved slowly.

“Are you different?”

“I also dream of being the best in the world. But.”

The last stop of the medical world, the Hwalong Peak, is set with determination.

“When the greatest man in your heart, with his arms full of money, looks down at the sight of human heads bowing.”

Acknowledge the gap.

“I am still on guard, looking up only at the invisible sky.”

The eight gates have opened.