Volcanic Sphere

Mt. Mudang was located at the northern end of North Lake Castle. It confronted the servitude to the west and was large enough to confront the lower men to the north.

There were 72 peaks, thirty-six cliffs, twenty-four valleys, and many other beautiful landscapes hidden. But it was the Moorish Moon Party that made Mount Wudang famous above all the landscape.

One of the Old Dadaemun factions, the Shaolin faction, and the two moons of the underworld were firmly established as owners of Mt.

Although many people have usually found Mt. Wudang, it has exploded since the time of the full activity of the pagan religion. The majority of those looking for Mt. Mudanese were either unruly or unruly folk who had enemies in the North Castle.

After the collapse of the Ho Men's Blind, the feeling of crisis felt by the people of the North Castle was incomprehensible. It was the Homen to the south, with the sympathy between them, and the North Castle to the north.

It was the shape of a giant lake called the sympathizer that confronted the horse bridge. If the pagan movement moves, it will be the first frontline to confront.

Because of this, the unarmed who had enemies in the North Castle were coming to Mount Dandelion on a yearly basis. The Muang Party was the last reliable corner of the North Castle unarmed.

During the day, those who were in the Mujahideen did not intend to return at night. The Mujahideen had to open all the corners and light the lanterns to accommodate them. Thanks to it, the Mujahideen were in a state of impunity.

“Phew!”

Norodosa sighs as she looks at the shaman who has become insolent. Norodosa's face was filled with pity as she looked at the insolent Mujahideen.

At that time, there was a ghost woman approaching Norodosa. An impressive woman with an elegant eye. She spoke carefully to Norodosa.

“Master.”

“Hmm! That's ridiculous. ”

Norodosa looked at the woman.

The woman's name was burnt, and she was a disciple of Norodo.

Nodosa's painting is blueprint. He was one of the elders of the Muang Party and was also the owner of an anonymous sword called the Ho Book First Sword.

His eyes were filled with relief as he looked at the Cheonghur Jinn. After returning from the Moorish Blind three years ago, the face of the blue-green Jinn was always shadowed.

He could not erase the shadow on his chest, nor the identity of the elder of the Muang Faction, nor the reputation of the Great Sword of the North.

Qinghee Jin asked with a sad smile.

“What's going on? ”

“Jean…… The Gatekeeper calls. ”

“Has that been the time? ”

“Yes!”

“Then we should go. ”

Qinghuang Jin raises his body with both hands on his knees. Such a blue-hearted Jinn looked poisonous. However, as I stretched my waist, I started to feel the blackest weather in the North.

The place he headed was the uterus. Uterus was one of the largest feuds in the Mujahideen, and was the place where important tributes were determined.

As he entered the womb, the gaze of countless people was focused on him.

Many elders and numerous unarmed people of the North City are looking at him, including Chungwal-jin, the master of the Muang faction.

“Welcome, Cheonghua. ”

Chengwale Jinn greeted Chengwale Jinn with a loving smile.

“I'm a little late, Longueuil. ”

“No! Just in time. Have a seat.”

Qinghur Jin nodded and sat in a vacant position. It was right next door. It was a scene that tells the location of the blue-collar Jinn within the faction.

When Chenghur Jin sits down, Chengwal Jin looks at the soldiers gathered in the womb.

“Now that we've reached the Qinghua Priest, let's start the meeting. Clerical Priest.”

“Yes! The gatekeeper. ”

A Norodosa, called Cheonbu, stood up.

He became the youngest priest of Chungwal-jin as one of the elders of the Muang Party.

Chengwu Jin looked around everyone and said,

“As we all know, we were in a Nuran crisis. That evil demon is sitting in the seat of the Mourim Blind, looking for the Milky Way. The fact that if they move, the ultimate goal will be North Korea, and everyone knows it, now is the time to take action on it. ”

Everyone looked at Cheonbu Jin with their breath dead.

Chengwu Jin was the leader of the Mudang Party. His idea was the idea of a shaman, and what he said was the decision of a shaman.

“Now that the Mourim Blind has become famous, we have no choice but to take care of ourselves. According to him, our shaman..... ”

The words of the Cheonan Jinn were followed, but the Cheonan Jinn did not listen. What the Chef Jin said, however, was the same.

It means we have to stick together around the Mujahideen.

In the first place, the faction did not intend to support the Mourim Blind who had taken refuge in Sorimsa. It was because I thought there was not enough power to send support to Sorim.

Instead of sending support to Shaolin, the Mujahideen chose to build a strong line of defense around the Mujahideen.

Chengwu Jin was explaining the details to the soldiers. But Qinghuang Jin heard the story with one ear and shed it with one ear.

Three years ago, he lost interest in the big part of the party.

To be precise, the disciple, the Dual Sword Jinmu-young, was publicly humiliated by the supernova, and after that, he felt confronted with his life as an unarmed man.

After the incident in which he told Damhoe to leave Moorish blindness for the honor of the Unruly Party, Qinghui Jinn's wings were wretchedly broken like a lost bird. I just don't see it in front of a lot of people.

The meeting of the uterus ended late at night.

After everyone left, Chengherjin also got up last time.

Then Qingwool Jin called him.

“Priest!”

“Yes! The gatekeeper. ”

“Are you still in trouble? ”

“No.”

A blue-green Jinhee shakes her head in a hurry. In response, Qingwool Jin smiled bitterly.

“How do you not know my priestly heart? But the decision I made back then was inevitable. ”

“I know, Master. ”

“I'm sorry, Priest. Let the priest do the same. However, the doorframes that have fallen to the ground are no longer worthy of the respect of others. Similarly, no one will respect him if the future of the Unholy Sword is so disgraced and ridiculed by people. Then the future of the Mujahideen will be dark too. That's why I made the decision. All this was a death penalty decision, so you should drop the burden of your heart. ”

“Yes!”

Cheonghur Jin answered briefly. But Cheongwool Jin knew that his answer was not genuine, and Cheongwool Jin knew it.

“Phew! How is Moo-young doing? ”

In the end, Chengwale Jin turned with a sigh.

“It's time for the waste pipeline to end. ”

“Is that so? How are you doing? ”

“I don't know the details, but there seems to have been a big enlightenment. ”

“Thank goodness. I was frustrated by the Zunglongdragon. ”

Chengwale Jin smiled.

Even though he wanted to lose to Chongyeon, the faction was the future of the Mueang Party.

If he establishes a great ball in the battle against the pagans, he will forget all his previous mistakes and rather praise them. Kang Ho was like that.

“You, too, must be as mindless as you are devoted to the work of the Party. Where will the Wudang body stand because the Northern First Sword is losing its mind? ”

“Al…… I will. ”

Qinghuang Jin went out after answering hard. The Qingwali Jinn, who remained alone, filled his tongue.

“Tsk! It's the best sword in the North... ”

The priest, who was once stronger than anyone else, was now a naive Chungwal-jin. Even so, I could not bruise the blue-green Jinn. After all, Chengherjin was a symbol of the Muang Party.

Chengwale Jin stood up while he was pondering.

“I have to go to the hostesses. ”

It's been a long time since I've built a wall with the world, but there have also been figures from the vanguard. People who are the guests of Chungwal-jin.

A few decades ago, during the First World War, the volcanoes almost died and the unarmed entered the fallout, while the unarmed saved a lot of power. At that time, the figures were still alive and were becoming a great force for the Mujahideen.

They believed in the Qingwool Jinn.

“It's foolish to let go of all your losses, but the situation is urgent, so I can't help it. ”

Chengwall Jin kicked his tongue and climbed to the top of Mt.

* * *

They were so humble.

I was tired of long journeys and was unable to escape the grief of losing many colleagues. The dark dust sitting on their shoulders was telling them how far they had come.

On the roof of the wagon at their forefront was clearly written the four letters "The Celestial Kingdom." They were the representatives of the Celestial Office.

A middle-aged leader who stood at the forefront of the horse, his younger brother fell behind him. The place he headed that way was the big cart in the trailer.

Turning off the cart was a black horse that did not mix a single feather. The black horse with surprisingly developed muscles was a black ear. And there was a wall sitting on a cart with black ears drawn.

My younger sister said carefully.

“Just a little further away is Myeonghyun, which has sugar-free acids. ”

Then the dam-ho raised his body.

I saw a huge mountain rising high above the sky from afar. It was a disaccharide.

Damho frowns slightly and looks at Mt. Wudang.

Even though it was far away, the energy of Mt. Muzal Mountain was intense enough to feel its spirit. If the volcano is a sharp sword that pierces the sky, Mt. Wudang feels like a vast sea of inclusion.

Damho looked at Mt. Wudang for a long time. His eyes were so deep that he couldn't tell what he was thinking.

My younger brother looked at me like that.

“Thank you for your help. I was able to get here safely thanks to you. ”

My younger sister bowed her head and thanked me. His eyes were filled with awe.

Behind the cart on which Damho sits, the bodies of the representatives who died in the previous battle were piled up. Even though I couldn't see the body, I couldn't hide the smell of rotting water.

Ordinarily, other representatives did not dare to approach it because of such a stench that the mind would become confused just for a moment. However, without a dislike look, I dragged the body cart from Augustine all the way here.

There was a branch of Changcheon Landmark Office in Gyeonghyun. The younger brother was going to stop by the branch and hand over the bodies of the representatives. It was the best that a younger brother could do for the dead.

As the procession of Changcheon Landmark entered Myeonhyeon, many of their bodies were concentrated. It was not because of the landmark procession, but because of the terrible drunkenness that flowed out of the cart.

“What do you mean?”

“Ooooooooooo!”

Smelly people are nauseous.

They were proud to have had so much experience with unmanned aerosols, but they had never smelled this disgusting.

“That flag must be the Sky Territory..... something must have happened. ”

“That's it. A lot of people must have died. ”

The voices of the people murmuring were heard in the ears of the brothers and sisters. People on the street looked at the wagon at the rear of the skyline procession. Because the cart was the source of drunkenness.

Few people notice a wall that drives a cart because of so intense drunkenness. People snore in disgust and turn their heads furiously.

That allowed Damho to enter the branch of the Celestial Office without being noticed by anyone.

“No, what happened? ”

As soon as I entered the branch, a man in his late thirties excelled. He was Myeong-hyun Woo, the head of the Changcheongyang branch.

“Branch Head Wu. ”

The younger brother hurried out of the horse.

“Chief! What the hell..... ”

The eyes of Wuzo Yang were shaken.

He was the head of a branch of a giant landmark called Changcheon Landmark, which was a thick sheep's cow. I had a hunch that something unusual had happened just by seeing a large cart covered with molasses and waterproof bullets from my brothers and sisters.

“Let's go inside and find out more about the body. ”

“Body?”

“I see.”

The younger brother took out the waterproof bullets that were covering the cart. Then I saw the bodies of the stacked representatives.

“Oh, my God!”

“Oh, my God! ”

The representatives of the Woo Jo and Myeong Branch shouted in astonishment.

It was hard to even recognize the original face because it was badly corrupted, but they recognized that the bodies on the cart were representatives of the same skyline as themselves.

“These are all our brothers and sisters. We need to be as polite as possible to collect the bodies. ”

“Absolutely.”

Wu Jo gave orders to the representatives of the subordinates to take care of the body. The representatives of the Hyeong-hyun branch carefully examined the body.

The gaze of Wu Jo, who was watching the representatives take care of the bodies, naturally turned towards the unmanned man in black.

“But what about him? ”

“It's the Great Ho Dam Ho of Khonma. ”

“ ……. ”

Woo Jo's eyes widened.

A living legend of Ganho was before his eyes.