Chapter 939

Episode 939. The shadow was just a materialization

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Yeon Jeok-ha, who had been walking without thinking, turned his head to the Eighthwangsinmo.

Setting aside anything else, it was difficult to understand why the religious leader called himself ‘Yeondaehyeop’.

“Master? They say people die when they suddenly change. Did you decide to die today?”

Then, the mother of the Eighthwangsin – unbefitting for her age – said with a bashful laugh.

“If you feel that I have changed, do you think I will live?”

The love affair with the continued respect of the Eighthwangsinmo stopped.

“Master. To be honest, I don’t think of the headmaster as a mortal enemy. However, the heinous things the teacher has done cannot be forgiven. Even if the headmaster suddenly had a conversion, that would be the same. Do you understand that much?”

“As expected, Daehyeop Yeon is merciful in the past and now. I’ll greet you again. Long time no see Yeon Daehyeop. This is the god of the clear stream who I spent a short time with during my Cheonjimaeng days.”

“Is the headmaster a clear stream god? Are you kidding me?”

Yeonjeokha looked at the Eighthwangsinmo with an absurd face.

I don’t know why the religious leader I met at Mt.

“Don’t you remember? At that time, you called my small heavenly body a demon and broke it.”

“I think I heard a story somewhere...”

“I think I told you that I have a new mother. You haven’t forgotten, have you?”

He recalled the past for a while.

Cheongryushin was a sorcerer belonging to the Cheonjimaeng Jemadan.

On the way back after dealing with the corner demons of Mt. Tianmen, he appraised the dharma treasures of magicians belonging to the Jemadan.

At that time, a woman named Cheongryu-sin boasted of a bell, but it turned out to be a demonic spirit.

The things he had questioned her because he was angry at the demonic spirit that sacrificed people came to mind.

-Madame. Who made that drop?

– I also received it from the new mother.

– A new mother?

-Yes, the former owner of Seonnyeoam is my new mother. I inherited it from him.

-Did that woman say that ‘it contains the soul of a drowned child’?

-Yes...

-The bell was made by sacrificing a person. My mother-in-law was trash I know you’re lucky

Certainly she said she had a new mother.

‘Wait, is it Seonnyeoam?’

Of course, there are many hermitages and shrines called Seonnyeoam, so it is too early to conclude.

“Could it be that the godmother was the godmother of the eight emperors of Mt. Fungji?”

“that’s right. At that time, the Yeondaehyeop broke my socheonmuryeong... I had to leave Jemadan. Then I went back to Seonnyeoam on Mt. Pungji where my mother-in-law was staying... and got trapped in a bell like Socheon Muryeong.”

Qing Yuxin spoke calmly of what had happened.

“...The Eighthwangsinmo, who was reciting the Hwanhwasinju this morning, went into a bell, and I took over the Eighthwangsinmo’s body.”

With his words, Qing Liu Xin took out the golden prince and held it out to Yeonjeokha.

“Yeon Daehyeop is a half-god, so you should know that this golden prince has the mother of the Eight Hwangsin.”

I alternately looked at the bell that is in love and the self-proclaimed god of the clear stream.

Having experienced the bizarre magic of the Savior, he could not deny it unconditionally.

“Give me.”

Cheongryushin politely handed over the golden prince.

The serializer carefully inspected the inside and outside of the bell.

On the outside, it looked like an ordinary shaman’s bundle of bells, but I felt a bizarre energy in it.

“You can summon the spirit of the mother of the eight emperors and make her confess. I don’t know if the Yeondaehyeop will hear that voice, but...”

“There’s no such thing as that. I can feel the energy of the Eighthwangsinmo from the bell. But that’s not all.”

Suddenly, Yeonjeokha reached out and grabbed the head of the self-proclaimed god of the clear stream.

It might be surprising, but the cheongryu god didn’t resist.

He shoved his spirit energy into the head of the mating god of the clear stream and spread his speech.

“In the name of Gong Yaja and Cheongbulno’s disciple, Yeonnamcheon, I command! Who are you who dwells in the body of the Eighthwangsinmo! Tell me the true name engraved on your soul!”

“I am the god of the clear stream.”

“Where is the soul of the Eighthwang Goddess?”

Gold or a heavenly horse are not great people to teach them their work.

But why are you so generous?

‘Anyway, these are embarrassing things.’

Eventually, Yeon Jeok-ha, whose mouth tickled, threw it.

“I know from my experience with you, but you are not beings of any help to humans. You can tell just by looking at what she did to the Eighthwangsinmo. what do you want?”

“Didn’t you tell me? It was by the Yeonbeop that we came here from Sanggye. Who knows if the federal law will send us back to Sanggye?”

I looked into the eyes of the golden lion who was in love.

At least that was right.

‘Could these be reincarnated as Brahma Desire King Jaecheon?’

Just as they died and came to this world, it was right that if they died in this world, they would return to the upper world.

No matter how much I thought about the Yeonbeop that Geumsa was talking about, it could only be interpreted that way.

‘No, it doesn’t matter at all?’

Whether they are reincarnated in the present world or return to the Brahma, the Desire, and the Jaecheon, they will die today.

He pulled out the Cheondun Sword from the air.

“I don’t know where you will reincarnate, but let’s end it now. Auntie is far away. Don’t just fool around and die.”

As soon as he finished his words, Cheongryushin ran without looking back.

At the moment of immediacy, Geumsa activated her own visionary eye.

In the face of death, he wondered how the Yeonbeop would work.

The corners of her mouth went up as she gazed into space with unfocused eyes.

Eventually, Geumsa said to the Cheonjama next to her.

“My lord, the shadow was really only a materialization.”

“You must be crazy to see your own death and enjoy it.”

A faint smile appeared on the corner of the Cheonjama’s mouth as he said that.

If Ushas Kinshasa had seen it with his prophetic eyes, they would have become even greater.

It’s a pity that I couldn’t step on Yeonjeokha with the true body of the fourth heaven, but it could be said that it was a success just to get out of ‘the sky of kings’.

Yeonjeokha said with a sullen face.

“hey! Don’t talk about catching floating clouds like shadows or reifications and come quickly. If you don’t come, will I go?”

Then, suddenly, the golden lion touched the air with a finger.

Before long, the body of the goldsmith disappeared as if it had melted into thin air.

As if it had already been talked about, the new type of Cheonjama suddenly disappeared.

He entered the real world.

Yeon Jeok-ha also did not hesitate.

In fact, Jin-gyeong was much more comfortable than fighting Cheon O-ye-seon in the imperial palace.

This is because the world in the dark does not affect reality even if it is destroyed.

As soon as the Yeonjeokha entered the real landscape, white and black rivers rushed from the left and right.

The white one was the white silver sword of the Golden Temple, and the black one was the Mukhon Ganggi of the Cheonjama.

Yeonjeokha, who had already experienced in Beomcheonyokgyewangjaecheon, did not despise it, and quickly pulled back and unleashed the Gucheongu-geom Oh-sik Mountain-geommyeoji (散劍滅地).

The sword spirit that spread out and flew like fan blades and the white and black strong air collided in the middle.

Gurlureung-!

About 50 sheets (about 150 meters) of land collapsed around the collision.

With the recoil, Yeonjeokha’s body was pushed back by as many as a dozen pieces (about 30 meters).

I stuck out my tongue in the romance.

‘her! They say that they have become whole in this world, and they are stronger than before!’

In the meantime, the black and white ganggi united and turned into a silver dragon and a black dragon, respectively.

It was a harmony created by the Golden Temple’s white silver star light and the Cheonjama’s hundreds of millions of kalpas.

The silver and black dragons were stopped by the method of Pora Cheonji (包羅天地), but the power of the silver and black dragons was too strong.

Kwajajajak-!

Pora Cheonji was torn apart, and even the Cheondun Sword was eventually extinguished due to the resilience that returned.

‘Tsk!’

Indeed, the power of the throne is different.

I summoned the Gucheon Sword Spirit, who had no choice but to fight.

Then, two huge nine-pointed sword spirits fell over the heads of the silver and black dragons.