Chapter 260- manhua 175/176 (upcoming )

"The Qing Dynasty. Please wake up."

slam! slam!

"Mmmmm."

Cheongpung opened his eyes with a moan.

Someone was punching his cheek vigorously. It's the first time I've been slapped by someone, so it's amazing, but it's strangely strange.

'Ah, that's why people don't like getting slapped.'

Cheongpung opened his mouth with a small realization.

"excuse me."

slam! slam!

"I woke up."

slam! slam!

"I woke up…"

Slap!

After one more blow to the nose, the hand stopped.

The young man with a familiar face opened his mouth with a stiff expression.

"You're up. Do you remember who I am?"

"It's been a while. Warrior Hyuk Moo-jin."

Hyuk Moo-jin sighed,

"You remember."

"Sure. I never thought we'd meet like this."

In Cheongpung's mind, Hyuk Moo-jin was remembered as a good person.

However, when a good person whom he sees for the first time in a year is slapping him on the cheek, even if he is Cheongpung, his heart is hurt

. "

"yes?"

"No, the situation was so urgent that I committed rudeness."

"yes."

If that's the case, it's understandable enough.

Cheongpung nodded and looked around. There were shouts and people running around here and there.

"Is it a festival?"

"…would you like a festival?"

"no?"

"no."

Hyuk Mu-jin, who answered firmly, explained the general situation:

King Goeng-do was found dead, and the beast was…

"Jong-li-chu?"

yes. Rising sword bell pepper. That's Gnome. The exact identity is unknown, but the prevailing opinion is that it is a killer sent from the Demonic Cult."

"Magic Cult…"

It was a name I had heard many times through the mouth of my grandfather, Geomseong. The place where the evil spirits that were said to have once stained the whole world with blood were gathered.

But Jonglichu is the killer of the Demonic Cult. shuddered,

"No."

"What is that…"

Hyuk Moo-jin continued with a face stained with absurdity.

"Don't you know that you've been through it yourself? I don't think you remember because you were so shocked, but you almost died at his hands."

no. Cheongpung remembered everything clearly.

Even the last moment when I thought of the word death for the first time in my life.

'It was scary. really.'

Just thinking about it makes my hair stand on end and my palms get wet.

But why? The reason why the face of Jonglichu, who smiled broadly at the thought of becoming friends, kept flickering in front of his eyes.

Her lips, which had been closed for a moment, opened.

"He's my friend."

"…yes?"

"He's my friend. It can't be."

"Qing Xiaoxia!"

Hyukmujin, startled, hurriedly looked around.

He let out a muffled voice after confirming that no one was interested in them.

"Are you crazy? Zonglichu is already no different from Murim's enemy. To call such a guy a friend…" This is a murderer who

assassinated the head of Shaolin Temple and escaped from anyone else. Just the fthe act that he is friendly with Jonglichu can play Chidogon.

Even if he was a disciple raised by the swordsman like blood, he would receive glare from the world.

"Never take it out of your mouth again. Do you understand?"

"But…"

Cheongpung, who was about to say something, shut his mouth at Hyukmujin's eyes.

It was camouflage."

"Are you sure? Has anyone seen him kill?"

"All the circumstances are certain. The pursuit team to catch him and the thousands of warriors who have gathered to save Shaolin have already finished preparations for departure."

"Shaolin…"

"Shaolin is in danger due to the Demonic Cult's evil plan. The enemy Daehyeop and the captain left one step ahead."

Cheongpung gently closed his eyes.

In the dark, the faces of Jin Tae-kyung and Jong-ri-chu pass by in turn.

The trouble didn't last long.

"I'll go first."

"yes?"

When Hyuk Mu-jin asked with a bewildered expression, the new type of blue wind had already stretched out far away.

In the direction where his toes were headed, there was Mount Song (嵩山).

* * *

Mount Song is so beautiful and peaceful that it is counted as one of the five great mountains.

However, the place that should have been green and beautiful was stained with blood and screams.

"Aaaaaagh!"

"Kill them all without missing a single one."

Awesome! Chow ah!

Every time the sword light flashed, blood flowed from everywhere.

Hundreds of masked people who suddenly appeared in broad daylight among the peaceful Baeksong continued their killings with insensitive eyes.

"Protect the worshippers! Never back down!"

Shaolin monks with seals engraved on their foreheads stopped them, but the situation did not improve easily.

This is because it was difficult to deal with the masked people, all of whom were excellent masters, and had to protect young Sami monks, including scholars who had not learned martial arts, and numerous worshipers.

"What is this!"

"Aagh!"

No one expected something like today. Who dares to invade the grounds of Shaolin Temple, which is also the northern head of Mt.

It was the time when the monks were being pushed back by the swords of the cruel and despicable maskers.

"These guys dare to know where this place is!"

It was the old monk of Ocheokdangu who appeared with a thunderous cry.

Blue sparks flew from the eyes of the old monk as he glared at the masked men who were staining the grounds of Shaolin Temple with blood.

"Magong! They were Madou from Heaven!"

The tension that burst out of the old monk's hand swept the front.

Quaaaaaa!

The masked people who had been rushing in after noticing the old monk's existence belatedly were swept away by the tension and died.

An overwhelming sight in which dozens of masters crumble in just one day.

But…

"The Lord of Heaven has commanded. Kill the enemy."

"Follow Heaven. Kill all." Hundreds

of masked men did not stop.

No agitation or hesitation existed for them. The old man's complexion hardened at that sight.

'

Such

a terrible…'

He didn't even lift an eyebrow even when his limbs were severed and his intestines protruded.

He felt neither pain nor fear. The sight of the masked people falling down like puppets whose strings were cut while committing a massacre made me chill.

' These guys aren't human. They're demons themselves.'

Even though middle-aged monks with experience are struggling, the young people who witnessed this horror for the first time trembled with

fear

.

"I never thought a day like this would come,"

the old monk lamented in his heart.

It was Shaolin who took the lead more than anyone else in the Great War of Jeongma and possessed more blood than anyone else.

It was a noble sacrifice to save the world, but many adults and martial arts had to be lost. And in those days ' s sacrifice has returned to today's tragedy. '

Of course, now

that the chief brother-in-law is away!'

"This is Shaolin!"

Although he was covered by the name of the death penalty, Gingdo, he was also a transcendent master who reached a high level.

Although

not known to the outside world, thanks to his ceaseless efforts in martial arts, his martial arts were already terrific. "Everyone, go ahead!" "

Quaaaa

! " It was at that moment when

the tension of the powerful Buddha's gongs swept all over the place

.

Two voices pierced his ears.

Two people slowly entered the precinct in the sight of Goocheon. At the same time as they appeared, the masked people lowered their swords and retreated in perfect order

.

"Are there more of you guys?"

The old man with the red beard cleared his nose and replied at the words of Goo-cheon, who seemed to be chewing.

"Yes. This body."

"They're the most wicked of the Heavenly Mountain Madou."

"Madura of Heaven. Well, half right and half wrong, but I'll let you go."

Hong Chun hesitated,

"You mean… not the Demonic Cult?

"What does that matter? You just need to know that there is someone who will grab your shiny head and pull it out."

An old man with the appearance of a college student smiled calmly and replied,

"You want to take care of it?"

"Of course. Now that I've seen the 100 Baekbo priesthood, can I just skip it?"

"I'm going to kill this guy's temper."

"I'll think about it later. Right now, I'd rather kill that bastard than my temper."

Hong Qian looked at the two old men alternately with his eyes wide open. The name was Yan Ho. And the mighty

energy that radiated from the two old men with very opposite atmospheres

.

was

"Now that I noticed, you're still a young bastard. Because all of the gangsters of Hangryeol are already dead??… Are you the guy who says you're the youngest priest of the Pope?"

"...!"

"Looking at the reaction, I saw it right? Hansoo What was the name of the last old man you killed?"

"Bum Gong."

Hearing the law of Sasook, who died during the Great War of Jeongma, the fist of Goo-cheon trembled.

'It must be. They are bastards.'

How can I not know the names of Yeomho and Hansoo, and the nicknames of the traitors who killed countless disciples of Shaolin.

"Yin-Yang Twins."

It is a story of the distant past.

The two Madou, who respectively dominated the tropical rain forests of southern Manchuria and the great snowy mountains of the north, came out to the central plain and stained the world with blood.

The two Madou, who survived the death penalty, fell under the command of the Demonic Cult and performed a great fate in the Great War of Jeongma.

"Yin-Yang Ssang-Geola… It's been a while since I've heard it through someone else's mouth."

"It was a good time. I've never had as much fun as I did then."

Yeom-ho, who remembered the terrible past with a smile, shook his head.

I like it now though."

"Nothing. Even at that time, I couldn't come to Hanam."

"It's because of that goddamn bastard."

"But now there are no gods."

"There are hardly any things like Ten Kings or Samsung."

Hansoo, who had been watching the bright-eyed Yeomho with a smile, suddenly put his palms together toward Goongcheon.

"Oh, come to think of it, I forgot about it for a while. I express my deepest regret."

Hong Qian, who had been frozen at the appearance of the two old monsters, felt an ominous feeling and asked again.

"I'm sorry. What do you mean?"

"I heard that someone died on the way up. The king of the pope is the same as your death sentence."

"...!"

A septum rushed in front of my eyes.

The death penalty in the Murimmaeng is dead. That is impossible.

"gibberish!"

Looking at the turbulent Gouqian, Hansoo smiled.

"The decision as to authenticity is up to you. And…"

Yeomho's hot voice continued.

"All the middlemen, including you, will end up here. This is our decision."

As if feeling the momentum of the leader, the masked people took a step with numb eyes. The

spirit rising from hundreds of sword blades filled the Shaolin Temple. Guoqian

's

eyelids trembled as he watched the scene.

'Death penalty… Is it true?'

But soon the trembling subsided and light penetrated his eyes.

The old monk, who had devoted himself to martial arts for 80 years

, clenched his fists.

"Uhahahaha! This friend of a monk is rough-mouthed. I still like the fact that he's arrogant."

Yeom-ho, who burst into laughter, stepped forward.

"It's unfortunate, but you're enough with just one old woman. Hansoo and that friend have more busy things."

"It is a very busy job."

Hansoo smiled and continued,

"So, can you step aside? I have to go to Myeonbyeok-dong (面壁洞)."

Myeonbyeok-dong. The word that came out of Hansoo's mouth made Hong

– cheon's heart skip a beat.

There is an unknown. Death penalty's only disciple. And…

'Green jade fire.'

Finally realizing the enemy's purpose, Hong Qian let out a lion's roar.

"Stop them at all costs!"

"Stop them? It's not enough."

The Yin-Yang Twins shook their hands with a deep smile.

As if they had gone back to that time more than fifty years ago, a terrible murderous feeling welled up from their bodies.

"Kill them all.

"