Chapter 845

Episode 845. You are not a little devil, but a devil.

Yeon Jeok-ha’s expression was also not good when he saw the horror created by the Cheonsan Sword Spirit.

It is the second time to write Cheonsan Geomyeong in Gangho after Cheongseongsan.

At Mt. Cheongseong, he did not hesitate to think that he had to protect his family.

From the standpoint of the victim, it would be like lightning, but to defeat an army of more than 20,000 people single-handedly, it had to have that much destructive power.

But today things were a little different.

It seems a bit excessive to use the Heavenly Mountain Sword Spirit on only twenty warriors.

Cheonsan Geomyeong, a swordsmith of Soyo sect, is a technique often used in Guju.

Although the destructive power was the same, there was no special feeling when using it in the Savior.

When I thought about the reason, the target was different.

In Guju, the opponents who were hit by the Heavenly Mountain Sword Spirit were the demons and demons of Macheon, a disciple of the sect.

Compared to them, the beings of heaven and earth, the people of Gangho were weak.

As a result, even though it is the same Heavenly Mountain Sword Spirit, the results are extremely different.

‘Should I be a little restrained?’

As soon as he thought so, he shook his head.

Promising to kill all those involved in Lee Cheol-san’s death and then abstaining?

It’s just the beginning, but it’s a big deal because my heart is already weak.

When he blamed himself for having to live a little more intensely, a lively, right-winged figure rose up.

His face hardened as he looked around the hall.

On one side, the deputy lord Yeomrasaja Yeok Hoesin and Gucheonno are still fighting heartache, but other subordinates are not visible except for Yeokhwano.

When I calmed down and looked around again, the fragmented bodies came into view.

“Is it yours?”

“Is that so?”

“indeed! As you’ve heard, he’s a cruel man. You are not a little devil, but a devil.”

Among the people of the Demonic Cult, the word ‘Majong’ was both an insult and the best compliment.

But that’s a sound that would only work in the Demonic Cult.

Yeonjeokha, who believes himself to be a good person, has no insulting words like Majong.

“Who are you talking about? It only happened because you were weak.”

I used Cheonsan Sword Spirit in Guju, but it wasn’t to this extent.

However, he took those words as the tyrannical remarks of the great devil.

“Heh heh. You are right.”

Woobuldo laughed poodle poodle.

He himself used to slaughter an opponent in the Demonic Cult and said something similar to the current Yeonjeokha.

Respect of the strong, extinction of the weak.

It’s just embarrassing to forget that simple reason and make fun of it.

While blaming himself, he secretly raised his gong power.

As expected, the Danjeon was intact, but the internal power did not move.

‘I’m finished too.’

With his shoulders drooping, he turned his attention to the fight of backlash and heartache.

The martial arts of reverse reply are excellent enough to have the nickname of the lion of enmity.

However, the heartache was rather driving the reverse reply.

I couldn’t believe that there was such a master in green forest.

It seems that the world has changed so much while the Demonic Cult was living in Cheonsan.

Quaang-!

The sword of reverse reply shattered with the sound of an explosion.

It was broken at the bottom of the diamond river of the heartache of gear nose.

The startled reverse response tried to back away, but the heartache wouldn’t let him go.

The heartache clinging to him like a water ghost struck the shoulder of the reverse reply with a diamond.

puck-!

With a dull sound, the reverse response’s upper body tilted to one side.

Then, heartache began to hit the body of the unbalanced reverse reply like lightning.

Pupper puck-!

Reverse reply stretched out his hand as if to block the Vajrapani, but to no avail.

Not long after, the reverse reply, who had lost his mind, collapsed.

“When you meet them, Confucius will ask you a question using the Eonbeop. Then you don’t have to grapple, you’ll die on your own. How is it?”

“Would that be?”

“If it is like now, of course it will be.”

“Wow! I am also a person with fine hair, but I can’t keep up with Old Man Shim.”

“Hehe. I hope Confucius’s speech will work.”

“Okay, next time, let’s talk first.”

Yeonjeokha looked at the heartache with admiration.

Is the inexhaustible hairiness of heartache congenital? Is it acquired? I wanted to know that.

***

Ha Nam.

Jeongju.

Yongyok Village.

early evening.

Twenty wagons and about ninety people appeared at the entrance of Yeongyokchon, a village on the banks of the Yellow River.

It is the upper part of Geumwa Sangbang, which departed from Luoyang.

Gu Myung-hyeon, the head of Geumrin University, approached Noh-gyu’s carriage and said with a tired face.

“Mr. Shouldn’t we rest at Yeongnyokchon tonight?”

“It’s late at night, so that’s why.”

Goo Myeong-hyeon’s expression was dark as he returned to Geumrindae after receiving No-gyu’s permission.

The plan was twisted from Lee Nak-ha.

After learning that unidentified thieves appeared in the Buhui Mountain area, the guild changed their course.

They gave up on the road that the Sangdan had used before and moved along the Yellow River.

It is not easy to follow long-distanced and almost forgotten trade routes.

Returning to Geumrindae, he sent some of his subordinates into the village first.

This is to identify possible risk factors in advance.

After a while, the Geumrin crew returned and reported that there was nothing wrong with the village.

Only then did Geumrindae slowly enter the village.

After that, twenty wagons, fifty porters, and twenty merchants quietly followed.

The only inn in the village was small.

So, rooms were assigned only to Noh Kyu, merchant Choi Joo-pyeong, Yeon Moo-baek, and Koo Myeong-hyeon.

The rest of the merchants entered the empty house through the village headman.

Geumrindae and the coachmen and porters could not find even that much, so they had to sleep in the village.

The coachman and porter didn’t say much, but Geumlindae complained incessantly.

But that doesn’t mean there’s a room that didn’t exist.

In order to calm Geumrindae’s dissatisfaction, Nogyu ordered meals to be served at the inn.

That night.

The inn restaurant was filled with merchants and people from Geumlin University who had gathered to have dinner.

Originally, only Geumrindae was allowed to sit, but merchants flocked to the inn as if it were natural.

Nogyu did not stop the crowd of merchants, probably because they were the same merchants.

The owner of the inn did not mumble because he had decided to receive the meal separately anyway.

After unpacking his luggage in the room and going down to the dining room, he was called from all over the place.

“Kite grand bargain! Come here.”

“Wahryong Daehyeop! Come this way.”

“Daehyup has made a seat here.”

The members of the Geumlin team and the merchants who had known each other so far called him to join him.

It was one of the changes that occurred after he defeated the thieves at Buhui Sanchae a while ago.

Yeon Moo-baek gave a silent bow to the merchants and moved to the side of the Geumrin Corps members he had become close with.

Just as he was about to settle down and sit down, Life Myeong-hyeon coincidentally appeared.

The restaurant, which had just been noisy with haze bag calls, was now quiet.

Gu Myeong-hyeon must have felt that too, and looked around for an empty seat with a puzzled face.

Nogyu, who could not see the owner’s son suffering from cold food, reluctantly raised his hand.

Gu Myeong-hyeon, who found him belatedly, approached him with a wide open face.

“Sir, you are here. The restaurant is cramped, don’t you think we need to control the number of people?”

For an instant, an awkward smile crept across Nogyu’s lips.

I don’t know if a person who looks fine could do something so hateful.