Reincarnation of the Demon - Chapter 23



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The sky distorted and people sprang up everywhere. Surrounding Yongwoon and his party were people in white uniforms and warriors in black martial arts uniforms.

Two people stepped forward. A middle-aged man with a rather unpleasant appearance, wearing a dobok and a crown on his head, and an old woman with a bent back, wearing a black martial arts uniform.

The eyes of the man wearing a splendid robe decorated with all sorts of cumbersome patterns and gold threads sparkled with greed and desire. The man with an oily face greeted me with an exaggerated lottery ticket.

“It is an honor to see the Blood Sword and the Plum Blossom Sword Peak of Daehwasan Mountain in person. Bindo is the Baekhwajinin of the Mosanpa.”

Yongwoon didn’t seem to care. It seemed like he hadn’t had high expectations for the illusion that Yongwoon had broken in the first place.

‘What the heck, I have to become famous quickly.’

Elder Yun stepped forward. He had a slightly bent back, his eyes were hidden by his eyebrows. He was wearing a patternless uniform, and his appearance itself was unremarkable. However, as soon as he took a single step, his spirit exploded.

Phew-

Although he didn’t take his sword out of its sheath while carrying it on his back, the power bursting out from his body made the bodies of all the enemies in front of him three times heavier.

Elder Yun opened his mouth in a dry tone.

“It is an honor to meet the Flame Thunder Immortal of the Mosanpa. The person next to you is the Red Blood Demon of the Yin Blood Jukju.”

The old woman nodded. Her wrinkled black robe had red edges all over it, giving off a sinister and sinister vibe.

Elder Yun snorted.

“It seems that the two sects are too greedy to see anything. How can we receive such hospitality as soon as we leave Gyunhyeon?”

Elder Yun’s party left the city for Hanam as soon as they met Yongun. The reason they left in such a hurry was, of course, because of Eunhuimok.

‘I have to go out quickly.’

The child with the shady expression said.

‘If we don’t get out of this city, people will die.’

Anger filled Elder Yun’s eyes.

The old woman slowly opened her mouth.

“Is Cheonghwajinin still healthy?”

The voice was as sinister as the feeling. The hoarse voice itself, as if his throat had been torn, seemed to reek of blood, and despite his small stature, he had an unusual history.

The Blood Sword nodded. He said calmly.

“Come to think of it, it was Cheonghwa who killed your younger brother during the Cheon-gwang Great Rebellion. The priest is in excellent health. He recently ascended to the Heavenly Welcome Realm.”

The air around the old woman suddenly turned crimson. It was a realm where one could influence the world with just one will. It was proof that the old woman was also a celestial spirit.

She muttered, clicking her tongue.

“I thought I could relieve my brother’s sorrow today, but the heavens are still indifferent.”

“How can you expect help when you defy heaven? Even the Red Demon is really annoying.”

Phew-!

A clash of wills and wills. The sky was distorted for a moment by the clash between the intangibles. It was a contest of power between the transcendent beings, even the sky itself, who were in a state of accepting that will.

The old woman, the red-blooded horse’s face distorted. The result was the old woman’s defeat. Cheongun Jinin, who was calmly carrying the luggage on his back, snorted and said.

“If the two sects step down now, Hwasan will not hold them responsible.”

Arrogant words. However, the words of the Blood Sword that fully revealed my power were enough to intimidate me.

Of course, when the two masters of Mosanpa and Eumhyeolgak joined forces, the momentum was momentarily halted.

Yeomryeoseon Baekhwajinin showed a wry smile that suited my face.

“Your Majesty the Blood Sword is very greedy. Unlike you, Seon-gol is the one who can fulfill the long-cherished wish of our Mosanpa, the true Taoist sect. He is not the kind of person that you, the fake Taoist sect, should be greedy for.”

“Is it okay for a person with a bad temper to be greedy?”

“It’s a pointless sowing of strife. We have already agreed to ‘rent’ the child for a year if we use our Mosanpa’s Samracheonche secret technique to make that child a half-immortal.”

Rental. To the Mosanpa, the saddle was nothing more than an object. It was a vessel filled with the energy of heaven, a puppet.

Cheongun Jin-in shook his head repeatedly while looking at the lightning bolt. He pulled out his sword.

There was no sound as the sword came out of its scabbard. As the sword, which seemed to have been well-maintained, appeared, shining softly in the moonlight, the scent of plum blossoms seemed to spread through the forest.

Cheongun Jinin’s momentum grew stronger. He was radiating a presence that seemed to be the center of the world.

“The child will go to Hanam. Mosanpa and Eumhyeolgak will lose their innocent disciples.”

He took a step forward. Yeomryeoseon and Yinhyeolgakju also approached him.

He said with a smile that he was looking forward to the lightning strike.

“The blood sword of the 22nd level of Cheon Yu-bang… Don’t think that the joint attack is too much.”

Naturally, a sort of battle between the three masters was formed, and the eyes of the rest of the group were focused on Yongun and Maehwageombong.

No, it was mainly Plum Blossom Sword. And then it was Hwimok, not Yongun.

Yongwoon sighed deeply.

“I feel really uncomfortable…”

How long has it been since I’ve been ignored like this?

A young woman with short hair and wearing a dobok stepped forward with a smile. At first glance, she seemed to have the highest status among the remaining people, as well as her level of education.

“Nice to meet you, Maehwageombong. I am the Grass Flower Immortal of Mosanpa. Isn’t it proper manners for a Taoist to greet another Taoist?”

Plum Blossom Sword did not answer her. She also simply quietly pulled her sword out of its scabbard.

However, Yongwoon read the worry in her eyes. Yongwoon smirked. Because he knew who the worry was directed at.

“You don’t have to worry.”

Simple words. Maehwageombong felt relieved by those words without realizing it.

“Our Mosan faction will deal with the plum blossom sword. You guys take care of the remaining dregs.”

Shake it off.

“These bastards don’t know the subject.”

**

The clash between the three masters of the Heavenly Sword literally shook the heavens and the earth. Earthquakes that shook the ground, deafening roaring noises, and even the heavenly energy being shaken back and forth by humans along with the huge waves of energy colliding.

It was a battle worthy of the word natural disaster. The sudden loud noise and light bursting out of the air contained tremendous power and shook the forest.

It would have been a good fight to just watch, but there was no time for that.

The fierce battle between the plum blossom sword and the fireworks was full of mystery. The flower petals blooming in the air. Unlike the beautiful scenery like a painting, each and every flower petal was overflowing with a strange spirit, and some flowers were spreading a poisonous scent.

They were not plum blossoms. It was the magic of the supernatural.

It was a battle of swords and sorcery. It was a battle of flowers.

The fluttering petals rushed towards Plum Blossom Sword in an instant, trying to cut her down, but every time they did, Plum Blossom Sword silently cut the flower down whole and approached Chohwaseon.

The plum blossoms had to cling to the sword just enough to block it, and the scent of the numerous flowers along with the plum blossoms was making my nose dizzy.

However, it was not the Plum Blossom Sword that had the upper hand. The remaining Taoist priests of the Mosan faction. Instead of attacking together, they sat down and formed some kind of formation.

The white light that rose from the formation gave strength to Chohwaseon and bound Plum Blossom Sword Peak.

It was Yongwoon who was fighting the unmanned battle.

There was no such thing as a murderous sect. It was said that the fight between Mosan and Hwasan was not a life-or-death struggle. Although Mosan was not a sect, he could not ignore Hwasan’s power, and if he killed Hwasan’s elder and the most beloved Jisoo, a life-or-death struggle began, with the destruction of the clan at stake.

But Yongwoon was different. A nameless warrior of Oehyeon-gyeong. All the prey directed at him was a slaughter.

A warrior of the Yin-Hyeol-Gak who appeared with a single wink. He was a bald man with an external appearance like Yong-Un.

“Give me the child. I will spare his life.”

Simple words. Yongwoon snorted.

“The Demonic Cult has become quite harmful while I was not looking. Are you trying to show mercy before the fight?”

“…That bastard. He’s drinking the punishment wine.”

The eyes of the Yin-Hyeol-Gak warrior turned red. His blood vessels bulged out all over his body, writhing and squelching, and he charged.

The Yin Blood Sect is one of the twelve Sects of the Demonic Cult. It is a sect that was formed when one of the descendants of the Asura Blood Sect flowed into the Demonic Cult, and it was a sect that used blood energy along with demonic energy.

Blood energy created by the emanation of true energy. It drinks the blood of others and uses the power of its own blood. It is that powerful, but it is also that dangerous.

The warrior who had stepped on the powerful dagger quickly charged forward. The speed and strength were out of place. It was a special privilege of the magicians.

“Stay back. Don’t go too far.”

At Yongwoon’s words, he took three steps back. His mysterious eyes were sparkling as he looked at Yongwoon.

The moment Yong-un’s words stopped, Musa was right in front of Yong-un’s nose. His eyes were indifferent, like someone killing a bug on the roadside. Yong-un smiled crookedly.

At that moment, Yongwoon met Maehwageombong’s eyes. Yongwoon smiled faintly.

“I told you not to worry.”

Phew! The warrior’s fist pierced Yongun. Blood spurted out and Yongun fell to the ground.

No, that didn’t happen.

“Huh-!”

Musa blinked once. Then, Yongwoon, who was dying from my attack, disappeared completely. There was no sensation either.

The reality is that Yongwoon is holding my fist with his left hand-

Yongwoon’s right hand swung like a sword. Cleanly, the head of the Yin Blood Sword warrior was cut off.

“Illusion?!”

The superman screamed in surprise.

Maehwageombong, who had just glanced at Yongwoon’s movements, felt relieved. At the same time, Chohwaseon’s face, who was dealing with her, distorted.

‘Wasn’t it just a stroke of luck that I was able to break the illusion with a stone?’

Anhok-sul is the name of a sorcery that hid the two sects’ warriors. It was made hastily because it was thought that it would not be able to avoid the eyes of Cheonyeong-i-gyeong’s blood sword, so it was not particularly surprising when Yongwoon destroyed it.

But… the movement just now. Chohwaseon’s heart was filled with impatience. He and the two lords were only wasting time. If Eumhyeolgak couldn’t handle that man, then everything was meaningless.

‘I thought it was just an ordinary external mirror…!’

Chohwaseon glared at Yongun.

Yongwoon touched my hand as he avoided the crumbling body of the warrior.

Movements like a ghost. Ghostly steps.

‘When combined with illusion, its power reaches its peak.’

Although not as skilled as medicine, he is also somewhat skilled in illusions. Yongwoon nodded.

Chohwaseon quickly dodged the Plum Blossom Sword’s blade and shouted.

“You devil’s children, don’t do it right!”

The eyebrows of the bloodthirsty warriors twitched. They were originally a group of Mosans who were neither good nor bad. They were originally hot-blooded and fiery, and would get angry at the slightest insult, but they tried to calm their seething hearts as they looked at the dragon cloud in front of them.

“…and join forces.”

The number of Yin Blood Sword warriors was ten. It was not a large number, but there was a reason for it.

It was not only because the Demonic Cult was in disarray after the Great Rebellion of Tian Hong that they were unable to exert much force outside of Tian Shan, but also because they had already clashed with the Hwasan Cult before coming to Hubei.

The Mosan faction and the Eumhyeolgak had not joined forces and had launched a surprise attack separately. The two forces, unaware of Elder Yun’s existence, had lost great strength, so they quickly brought in one more Eumhyeolgak leader and an elder from the Mosan faction.

Yongwoon estimated the remaining ten realms. Five of Naehwan-gyeong, four of Oehyeon-gyeong, and one of Samhwa-chwijeong.

He couldn’t go too far forward. They were in a circle, and if he got too far away from Whimok, he would be kidnapped.

So, it was Yin-hyeol-gak who narrowed the siege. His steps, which had become much calmer, seemed to have completely stopped his carelessness towards Yong-un.

“These are the rules of those who are drunk on blood and are horny.”

Yongwoon laughed. The warriors’ gazes grew fiercer, but no one rushed forward first.

When Yongun became the center of the circle and the distance between them was about ten paces.

Kung! Four unmanned soldiers rushed in first. The weapons of the men rushing at Yongwoon from all sides were diverse, including swords, fists, and swords.

But all of them had a red aura surrounding their weapons. Blood flowed out from my body. That powerful force was heading towards Yongun with a murderous intent.

The counselor was Samhwachwijeong, and the other three were Oehyeongyeong. The rest of the warriors were also putting strength into their legs, as if they would stretch out as soon as Yongun emerged from the water.

This is the formation. A magical weapon that allows you to conquer a high-level uninhabited island with the tactic of many fighting one.

Yongwoon made his decision immediately. It would be dangerous to stay still.

then.

Yongwoon chose the north. It was the direction where Hwimok was.

The one stabbing there is the warrior of the outer world. The thing he uses is a spear.

Yongwoon quickly raised his sword. With his sword at his side, Yongwoon unfolded his magic.

Ghostly Step. A walking technique of Salmakju that imitates the gait of a ghost. Yongun’s feet became blurry.

The dragon moved strangely and dazzlingly. The spearman couldn’t react to the gliding movement.

“Huh-”

Yongun’s palm filled the eyes of the warrior who had already raised his spear. However, perhaps he was on guard because of the warrior from before, and he also put down his spear and extended his palm.

“joy.”

Yongwoon’s hand turned red. It glowed brightly in the night as if it were iron heated by fire, and a haze of heat rose around it.

Boom! Palms collide,

“Kkaaaak!”

Inside his body, the intense burning pain that felt like his blood vessels and muscles were burning made Muin scream in surprise. Unable to come to his senses due to the flames burning inside, he quickly died when his Baihui point was destroyed.

However, Yongwoon was already trapped in the formation. The path he had chosen was filled by three unmanned personnel, and they continued to close in on him from other directions.

“Adjust your distance! The law is not simple!”

Samhwachwijeong warrior shouted with his lips closed.

Three in the north, two in each direction.

Without changing direction, Yongwoon charged straight at the three unmanned men to the north.

Red blood spurted out from his body. Just like sorcery and magic, this strange martial art stimulated people’s desires and eroded their reason, but its power was stronger than that of a true martial artist of the same level.

It was not good to be surrounded by a formation. So there was only one way.

Going out of the formation.

Yongun jumped. Boom! He put strength into his legs and jumped, and it seemed like he could jump over the rushing warriors in an instant. However, the Yin Blood Pavilion people were not stupid either, and the warriors facing Yongun also flew into the air.

Unless you reach the realm of walking in midair, changing direction in the air is impossible for a human.

But Yongun’s footwork was not human.

Phew!

“What!”

“Standing still?!”

Yongwoon’s body was bent vertically in the sky. With the silver tree attached to his side, Yongwoon changed direction in the air and ran straight ahead.

“Catch, catch! It’s definitely a catch!”

The direction Yongwoon is running is a forest. The person in between is a Taoist priest of Mosanpa who is sitting and sharing energy with Chohwaseon.

“hmm!”

It was his last words. He opened his eyes wide and tried to use his magic, but his face was crushed by Yongwoon’s fist and he died.

In an instant, the Plum Blossom Sword’s sword strikes became faster. Chohwaseon’s eyes opened wide and he glared at Yongun.

Yongwoon, who had been openly mocking her and the dumbfounded, blood-curdling people behind her, entered the forest.

“Come and see for yourself.”

– leaving a provocation.