Chapter 261....

Crying.

His beard, interspersed with white hair, is stained with blood. The elderly monk let out a broken voice.

"Demon devil. You are a devil."

A calm voice pierced his ears.

"Sakyamuni (釋迦) defeated the devil's delusion and attained enlightenment under the bodhi tree. But…"

Chow ah ah.

A hand with a chilling blue river came out of the monk's chest.

The open scar was already frozen, and frosted drops of blood fell to the ground as shards of ice.

"No realization comes before death . cannot continue."

The monk trembled with chills that swept through

his whole body, and he did not know whether it was because of the extreme cold that froze his organs, or because of the energy of death that was approaching him

. The pupils of an elderly eumgwi (陰鬼) who looked down at

the

dead monk with his eyes wide open were deeply sunken

.

He looked around. At the entrance of the collapsed Myeonbyeokdong, four bodies, including a middle-aged monk who had just collapsed, were strewn about. 'As befits the best monks in

the Four Great Golden

Temples of Shaolin Temple, each one of them possesses strong martial arts. In particular ,

the last one was a master who had reached the level of transcendence. If he hadn't given up his flesh and taken his bones, he might have lost his life in the passing technique of the Four Great Diamonds

. .'

Shaolin Temple suffered losses

that were close to being saved during the Great War of Jeongma. The damage was so great that it cannot be compared to the past when it was called the best in the world, but the power of Shaolin Temple that lasted for a thousand years still remained. '

But that's still until today.'

All the plans are going well. Following the death of King Hongdao, the Four Great Geumgang died, and Guangtian also died at the hands of the salt lake

. If the martial arts are lost following the core master, the Shaolin Temple will surely fall.

And there was a mission that took precedence above all

else

.

I couldn't guess why the god of Shaolin was so important, but

I must do it.

You guys are in charge. If we don't find the chrysanthemum… I'll leave it up to you to imagine what will happen.'

Hansoo's face stiffened as he recalled the last words 'he' said. You must

not make a single mistake. If you fail, you will pay the

price .

The entrance was revealed. Even the huge stone gate

that appeared

could not stop his footsteps.

Gu-gu-

gung

! What did you come for?" Seeing the young monk Moo-myeong slowly rise from the lotus position, Han

-soo

raised the corners of his mouth.

"If so, what are you going to do?"

"I came to get one thing."

"I have nothing to give to the donor."

"If you do, I'll correct it. I'm here to steal it."

"Not a single grain of rice can be taken from someone who smells of blood."

"You don't have to worry. I'll take your life too."

"Amituofo."

With the joining of hands, the nameless eyes that wrapped up the rosary shone with determination

.

Goongcheon and Salt Lake. The fight between the two swordsmen, who had reached the

heights of transcendence , was fierce. Wedge ae ae ae ae

!

The battle between the superhumans who stepped foot in.

However, as time passed, the scales of victory and defeat began to tilt.

Kwak!

Two fists engulfed in strong wind collided, and at the same time, red blood flowed from the corner of one person's mouth.

"Cool."

The gray robes worn by the monks were dyed bright red, and

as if swept away by an invisible wind, Zhengcheng retreated more than ten paces, revealing his yellow teeth

. Stirred. It is still thirty years too early."

Hong Chen wiped his mouth with his sleeve. Contrary to the pale complexion, the old monk's eyes were burning brightly

. How about entering the coffin now?"

"Even though the political faction guys tried their best, they couldn't catch Nobu. Needless to say, I'm a sucker like you."

Hong Qian bit his lip at the force of the salt lake burning even more fiercely. It's because he knows that his words are not simple confidence, but the truth as it is.

'What kind of monster is it that it flies around like that?'

At the time of the Great War of Jeongma, the yin and yang twin ears had already passed their 60th birthday.

However, even though he was clearly well past his age, he did not show signs of being tired.

The experience accumulated by committing innumerable slaughter and power that can never be guessed at its end. Even his aging, his only weakness, seemed to have escaped the salt lake, so his eyes darkened.

'But there is still hope.'

Guangcheng's eyes moved slightly. Where his gaze was directed, there were about a hundred monks dealing with the masked people.

Composed of precisely one hundred and eighty, they are the face and pride of Shaolin Temple, the One Hundred Eight Arhats.

Like the best of the best, they were pushing the masked people by wielding guidance and captains.

"They are the villains of the world. Do not keep ejaculation in your hands!"

"Open the door of death!"

The true value of the 100 Eight Arhats is revealed when you perform the 100 Eight Arhats. And they did a great job in their respective roles.

He calmly reproduced what he had trained hundreds of thousands of times in actual combat.

Kagaga River! Awesome!

The masked people fell down one by one, splattered with blood at the force of the 100-eight arhats pressing like the palm of a Tathagata.

Unlike the one-sided inferiority in the early days, now it has achieved the middle age.

'As it is… it's possible.'

Murimmaeng is just a few hours away. It was at that moment when hope flashed in the eyes of Teo Goong-cheon, who would become the yin-yang pair of ghosts and the masked people, if reinforcements arrived.

"Hahaha!"

"...?"

"You can clearly see the thoughts on your face. Like an innocent middle-aged man."

Guangcheng's face hardened.

He noticed something strange in Yeomho's attitude.

'Did I already know it would turn out like this?'

But why?

Before the question could be continued, the earth shook with a deafening roar.

Aaaaaang!

Hong Chen opened his mouth involuntarily and looked at the scene in front of him.

In the slowing world, between the piles of earth that rose to a height of more than ten feet, I could see human limbs and blood pouring like a shower, and one axis of the 100 Eight Arhats disappeared as if a huge monster had swallowed it.

"no!"

The flow of time returned with the cries of Goocheon.

Dozens of spaces devastated with an explosion. Masked people rushed like waves to the spot where more than 20 Nahanseungs turned into six sides.

clap clap clap clap!

After all, Na Han-seung is nothing more than a human being.

A flash of sword light filled their eyes, frozen in shock.

A battlefield where even an inch of carelessness is not allowed. The price of hesitation was devastating.

"Quaaaaagh!"

"Priests!"

Hanjin, who was like an invincible shield, collapses helplessly. Belatedly, some old monks tried to rectify the camp, but all in vain.

Because what they were dealing with was not an ordinary person, but a being that could be called a devil.

"God has commanded. Kill your enemies."

Red light flowed from the chil-gong of the man in the hanbok with a muttering.

Nahanseungs widened their eyes with dazed faces at an article they were witnessing for the first time in their lives.

"What is this?"

"Magong! It's magic! Avoid all!"

But it's already too late.

The red light, which had expanded enough to cover the masked person's body, exploded in all directions. Wrapped around dozens of Arhat monks and several masked men.

Kwaaaaang!

explosion. roar and scream.

Someone's limbs flew through the sky, and the color of the pattering raindrops was red.

Red bloody eyes stood in the mesmerized Guoqian's eyes.

"I dare go."

Shaolin Temple collapses.

Corpses and deaths are overflowing at Shaolin Temple, which has not changed even in the Great War of Jeongma.

The young disciple who greeted each morning with a smile stopped breathing, and the priest who had built friendship for decades is nowhere to be found.

Drops of blood dripped from his tightly clenched fists on the sword of hell spread out before his eyes.

"This can't be like this."

Yeom-ho laughed when he heard Goong-cheon's thunder.

"It's called Explosive Demonic Art. It's so tricky that it's hard to learn, but it's perfect for use at times like this. I've brought two of them… but they're more useful than I thought."

"How dare you guys-!"

With a cry like a scream, the new model of Goo Tian was fired.

However, what awaited him was a fist engulfed in red river air.

Beep!

The strength of self-defense was broken, and a mighty punch struck Hongcheon's limbs.

The blood that gushed out along with the agony in front of my eyes was mixed with fragments of internal organs.

"Kueeaek!"

A salt lake approaching with a leisurely gait came into the blurry vision of the bounced away.

"Stupid bastard. Did you forget your immovable mind while learning the martial arts of Shaolin up to that age?"

"Cool cool cool!"

It's an obvious mistake. No matter what happens, you must not lose your cool. It was right to react calmly no matter what the sight was.

The opponent was a monster that was already compared to the Ten Kings even during the Great War.

It was best to pass the time by maintaining a standoff somehow.

"You bastard…"

But Hong Qian breathed heavily and stood up.

Not yet. If he collapses, Shaolin will also collapse. He had to protect this place until he died.

At least one more person can survive

. This is the last mission of an old monk who devoted his life to Shaolin

.

Yeom-ho frowned at Goong-

cheon's burning eyes.

"What would a Madou like you know?"

"I think I know one."

Yeomho laughed ferociously,

"That you die now."

Shui-iik!

It was not a speed that the already seriously injured Hong-cheon could catch up with. The

fist of Yeom-hu approached right in front of

him and struck him on the shoulder. Puck!

The hollow below the shoulder blade screamed

out

.

"Does this goddamn idiot dare to dodge this old man's fist? Then let's see if he dodges this too."

Yeomho's feet pressed down on Goongcheon's head, which was struggling with pain and injury. Even

with the power of even a penny

, his head would be crushed like a watermelon.

Yeom-ho, who exaggeratedly tapped his forehead, continued,

"May you be reborn in paradise."

It was the moment when death came

right in front of Hong

Chun 's eyes.

"Get off those dirty feet. Before I turn your filthy spirit to ashes."

"I'll make chili crispy."

Two voices pierced my ears.

The first voice I heard was that of an old man, and the other was blue because I was young.

Yeom-ho's face hardened as he turned his head to follow the direction from which the sound came.

"Fire King…!"