Volcanic Sphere

The asceticism of the Lord of Heaven was accomplished in the Upper Rim.

The tower is a tower dedicated to the sacraments of the ancient lords of the Shaolin Dynasty. It is constructed in various heights and shapes according to the achievements of life.

More than thirty people gathered at the top. Most of them were the masters of Shaolin, but many did not. Some of the followers of Sorim were famous masters of the world or prominent outsiders.

They were all staring at the body of the martyr with an infiltrating look.

“Amitabul! Amitabul! ”

The monks of Thorim memorized the longevity of Zigsy's eyes.

For them, Martyrdom was a spiritual holding, not just a laughing adult. The death of the Weightless God gave them an extreme sense of collapse and loss.

Among other things, the one who felt the greatest loss was Gwangcheon, the director of Shaolin.

“Amitabul! It is a great loss for the roar and for the world. I can't believe you're sending a messenger. ”

He was a brilliant leader of Shaolin for decades, but in the face of the death of the Beast God, he was forced to feel helpless.

Despite yesterday's heat, the body of the Beast Lord was still alive. So I couldn't believe his death.

“I'm just distributing. I can't believe you have to do this without laughing at the biggest adult in Sorim. ”

I, Jeonju Guangmun, blew up the distribution.

Gathering together all the major figures of the world, he was not able to do the big ceremony, but only a small number of people came together to upset him.

“Amitabul! Calm down, Priest. ”

“This isn't real, is it? The gatekeeper.”

“I know. But isn't that what you used to say? He didn't want his divinity to be so great. ”

Gwangcheon knocked on the gate.

“But the question is……. ”

“There you go! What are you going to do about it? Now let me send him. ”

“Al…… I will. ”

The vast gate answered inevitably.

Guangcheon looked around. Most of them were weary, but only one was different.

“A thousand.”

“Yes! The gatekeeper. ”

The young monk bowed and replied.

His law was part of the Thousand and Nine Dragons and was a description of the celestial world in which Thorim boasted.

“Give me your final greetings on your way. ”

“Yes!”

In the words of Gwangcheon, Cheoncheon approached the body of the Fortune Lord.

The Beast Master was wearing a rag suit. It was the smallest part of my life. That made me more familiar with the surroundings.

It was time for Socheon to say goodbye to the Martyr God.

Jeebuck!

A loud footsteps resounded on the top.

“Who?”

At the sound of breaking the static, the back of the light cloth frowns and turns its head.

Two men were walking from the entrance of the tower. One was a madman they were familiar with, and the other a stranger they had never seen before in their life.

But the moment I saw his steps, everyone noticed who he was.

“Vol.... Is it Mine? ”

“Umm!”

A black outfit, one foot at a time, I felt that the stride of a unique stagger was a symbol of the Kwon Ma Ho Ho.

Now that most unmanned people saw the bridge, I thought it was a joke.

“Why the horse-drawn horse? ”

I had a suspicious look on people's faces.

I heard that Kwon Ma came to Sorim, but I didn't think he would attend the Thanksgiving ceremony. It was a natural judgment for those who did not know that Damhoe had met the Magnificent God.

The wilderness hurriedly approached them.

“The gatekeeper.”

“What happened? Priest. I can't believe you're confronting a horseman. ”

“The Pre-Birth Master was eager to meet you. So I wanted to show you on the last road. ”

“Is that true?

“Yes.”

“Umm!”

Gwangcheon made an unthankful face in response to the answer of Gwangsun.

Damho was a man of cruel handfulness who had been publicly identified as the leader of the Great Lakes. The fact that he always drives blood into the Holy Land of Immortality is inevitable in itself.

It was true that he was reluctant to exist, although he accepted the discourse because the circumstance was circumstantial. Already, his bloody scent made his head ache.

Guangcheon looked at the wall. But Damho wasn't looking at him.

There was no such thing as an attitude towards the leader of the Old Daemunfa, Sorimsa. Gwangcheon tried to hand it over unreservedly, but Gwangjin was not the one responsible for the rule of Sorim.

“Sire! Be polite. ”

“Courtesy?”

“The Grand Chamberlain is before your eyes. It would be polite to say hello first. No matter how disregarded the rules of the law, there is a minimum of morality that must be observed. ”

The old age of madness resounded.

It was Gwangcheon, the director of Shaolin, who made a difficult face.

Gwangjin, who was responsible for Sorim's discipline, had a very twisted personality. He did not tolerate anything that would extinguish the majesty of Shaolin.

“Death penalty! ”

“How could the priest not think so? Even if the master wanted to meet the Kwon Horse in his lifetime, he was one of Kangho's cannabis. You must not enter here without any prior coordination. ”

Guangjin gazes at the confounding sun with a frightening glance. He had a grim expression.

It was a secret that Damhoe had already met the Magnificent God. So I was frustrated that I could not explain to them the relationship between Damho and the Invincible God.

The gaze of Damho turned to the light. The insensitive eyes, which contained no emotion, shook even the breasts of the deep-seated beast.

"Argh!"

Guangjin bites his lips as his complexion turns blue without even knowing it.

I almost stepped back without even knowing it. If it had been a little weaker, it would have been.

Damho said.

“Out of the way!”

“Didn't I tell you? First, please be polite to the head of the company. ”

Gwangjin stood still.

For him, it was to preserve the face of the room, to establish the disgrace of Shaolin. It was an absolute proposition that could never be conceded to him, the successor of Sorim.

Chemistry!

Suddenly enormous pressures and life to process overwhelmed his whole body.

“Ugh!”

Gwangjin was in a hurry to pull up his power. However, as if his assertion had become a stone, his maneuverability had not been lifted at all.

His invisible eyes widened with his retina. Like the eyes of an apostle, the eyes of a vast wall crushed his heart.

I could not think of rebelling.

At that moment, the madman saw a vision of himself dying. In his visions, he shrunk his chest and clenched his limbs.

Gwangjin stabbed his chest with both hands without even knowing it. Then the wall passed by him.

Then, he realized that he was two steps away.

“What, what? ”

Mad Jin's teeth just hit him.

“Is the priest okay? ”

Gwangcheon approaches, and his face hardens like a stone.

Even though Gwangjin is inflexible in nature, he was still a successor to Shaolin. Of course, the air was strong, and I didn't have enough mental power to wipe it illegally. The life of the Wall was so unprocessed that such a madman lost his mind for a while.

Gwangcheon, of course, and even the elders of the Sorimsa, such as Gwanggate, were deprived of his life for a while. They might have looked like a madman if they had been exposed to the frontal effects of the dam's life.

Damho passed through the vast camp and stood in front of the body of the Fortune Lord. I still remember talking to him yesterday, but the Beast Lord was turned into a slender body.

He didn't kill Guangjin because of his connection with the Great God. At least I didn't want to kill the disciple of Sorim where his body is.

Damho looks down at the body of the Martyr God for a long time. It's like we're talking to him alive.

“The author……. ”

A frenzied lunatic who woke up late tried to seize. But Guangcheon and Guangzhou confronted him.

“Take it easy.”

“Death penalty.”

“But……. ”

“You won't want to make any more noise. Enough, Priest. It's not too late to find some manners. ”

“Argh!”

Eventually, Guangjin was forced to endure it with malice.

Even at that moment, Damho was looking closely at the body of the martyr.

Like the words of the Guangyang Sea, the body of the Beast God could not find any trace of its burning. As he said, his expression was also as comforting as if he had died with a thousand hands.

‘Is it true that Heavenly Water is dead? ’

I was talking like that, but I couldn't believe it. Some reluctance arose in the heart of the mistress, as did the wilderness.

The eyes of the wall turned back and sank even colder.

Guangcheon approached Damho.

“Amitabul! The main course is Guangcheon, who is facing the battle of Thorim. I would like to thank you on behalf of Sao Jo for attending the ceremony. He will be happy in the world. ”

“What are we gonna do now? His gap must be huge. ”

“Nothing changes. However, until now, you have no involvement at all in the headquarters. Sorim will prepare for the war against the pagans unchanged. ”

“Is that so?”

“Will you not have a cup of tea after the ceremony of Master Dabi? ”

“I'm good.”

“Madam President. Don't do that.... ”

“I know it's just a burden for me to see anyway. ”

“Amitabul!”

“This isn't where I belong. To me, the Holy Land of Fire doesn't suit me. I came here because I just wanted to see the Martyr. ”

“Do you know why your master wanted to see you? ”

“I don't know!”

“Really?”

“Yes!”

Gwangcheon carefully looked into the eyes of the wall. But it was impossible to anticipate the truth by looking into the eyes of the Wall.

“Very well. Can I ask you where you're going? ”

“I'm going to Jong-nam. ”

The voice of Damho was scattered by the wind.

* * *

Jongnam Mountain was a landmark that spanned more than five hundred leagues, including Seongseong, Maturity, and Hymen.

Although the landscape is beautiful and the scenery is pleasant, the poets of Sashizachewan are constantly on their way, but what made Mt. Jongnam more famous was the existence of one of the Old Moon clans.

Along with the volcanoes, there was tremendous tension in the Jongnam clan, which was also the double-edged blind of the Northwest.

Like Sorimsa, the Jongnam clan was accommodating the losers of the Mulim Blade in Sacju. The boundaries were strengthened several times more rigorously than usual, and meetings were being convened with the Brain Ministry to prepare annual measures.

Jongnam Mountain's entrance was bordered by Jongnam's unarmed men. As the annual countermeasures meetings took place in the mainland, the appearance of tension on their faces was also potent.

The tribute paid attention to the unarmed.

“Don't let everyone blink. No one should pass the doubter. ”

Trinity was one of Jongnam's first disciples. Among the disciples, he had the task of being vigilant about the entry, because he belonged to a strong axis.

The unarmed who were placed under his command were more than a hundred men, who belonged to an exceptional axis.

It was the time when the Triumphant Gold was floating to the Unbelievers.

“Death penalty? ”

Suddenly one of the unarmed called out a trillion dollars.

“What's going on? ”

“Hey, there? ”

An unattended man pointed to the sewer with his finger. Unconsciously, the eye of the golden trident looked at the direction the unmanned finger pointed at.

That coffin was also walking from a distance.

He was an old man in white hair. If someone doesn't know it, the old man has a fragrant flavor that is fresh enough to be mistaken.

He seemed to be walking slowly as if he was on a walk, and the old man had just reached the threshold of the sectarian unarmed.

‘Stick.’

The golden eye shook.

The old man who arrived in front of him opened his mouth.

“Kid, let's ask you one thing. Are there any white specialists here? ”

“Why do you ask that? ”

“There's only one reason strangers visit in Kangho. Neither do I. ”

“Well, what is it? ”

“A grudge.”

Elder, Lord Cheonbae replied.