Volcanic Sphere

Burr!

It was not just the underground cavity that formed the silk body. The upper body of the cloth also caused convulsions. The fur of the whole body stands up, and the chicken's flesh rises above the skin.

Two red-eye glows in the dark.

It was the eye of the teacher's spinal cord blood.

His words followed.

“What's going on? Agar.”

The negative spinal cord blood was heard in the head of the upper cloth. It was the voice of the Holy Spirit that came directly from the heart, like the comet of the doomsday.

Upper Hancheon bowed and replied.

“I came here because I wanted to receive a letter from the Teacher. ”

“What is it?”

“I want to move the escort. ”

“The escort?”

A huge maga filled with underground cavities at the hemisphere of the spinal cord filled the body of the upper cloth. The blood sprouted from the face of the upper cloth.

“Ho, I need the strength of the escort. ”

“Why?”

“The damage suffered by the horse-drawn horse is extreme. And some people are not moving as I would like them to. ”

“Your will is my will. Who dares disobey my command? ”

“Mythological Jeonju Nam Hyun-soo disobeyed my orders and summoned the troops as he wished. ”

“Nam-hyun Seo?”

“Yes! He arbitrarily summoned his troops to battle. ”

“What's the outcome?”

“The news of South Korea has been cut off. ”

“It means you failed. ”

“ ……. ”

The upper limit was not answered. His will was passed on to the spinal cord, even if he did not answer.

Tsuuugh!

Margie fills the underground cavity like a storm. It was evidence that spinal cord blood was furious.

“Agar.”

“Speak.”

“Deliver my word to the High Priestess. Your will is my will. ”

“Thank you, my lord! ”

Kung!

Spinal cord blood was once again strongly crushed on the floor.

The star of the Wi Gang-hui was the new master of the Guardian Academy.

He became the head of the new teaching house after he was defeated by the master of the first teaching house.

The distribution is higher than the upper limit cloth, but the personality is also the best, so the mouth of the upper limit cloth did not work well.

He was in a state of seclusion when he said that if he wanted to move the escort, he would come by the order of the Orthodox. That movement required the permission of the spinal cord.

“Agar.”

“Speak.”

“Hurry. My source is not here yet. Before that, it will have to be bottled to a minimum. ”

“Names!”

The upper cloth shouted loudly and once again crushed his forehead to the ground. The floor made of auricle stone was red with his blood.

“Stop backing off. Your brilliant brains will burn all over this place. ”

“Very well. Then weigh yourself in until you get back to work. ”

The upper limb retreated cautiously after lowering its lower back to the spinal cord. As if he were wandering in the darkness, his appearance disappeared from sight.

“Please don't..... ”

Sometimes I feel reluctant just to hear the name of the other person. A star called Kwon Mar said so.

Just listening to that star made me hostile, and I had an intense struggle. It meant it was that irritating.

But that was it.

Bokma Damho was certainly a great stickler, a troublesome creature that struck a great deal on the horse religion, but there was nothing wrong with the blood coming from the spinal cord.

His masterpiece is the Heavenly Mage, which enables him to exercise the power of the spirit as a human being.

In front of the Cheonan castor, any new aesthetics of the lieutenant becomes meaningless. Even if the Khonma Damho is the greatest, he loses light like a firefly in front of the full moon in front of his cooked cloth pots.

The problem was elsewhere, not on the horseback.

I called someone with a spinal cord bleed.

“The Exterminator.”

“Yes, my lord. ”

At that moment, someone suddenly appeared like a ghost with an answer.

It was like a man in white wrapping like an eye. A man with a scarf made of white fox hair on his shoulders felt like he was not a person in the world.

The name of the corporation is the Noble Prize, and the star is the King of the White Flax.

Along with the Black Death King Jin Do, one of the black and white lions who assisted the Master in the geographic area was his identity.

Unlike some known progress, his face was thoroughly covered in a veil of darkness. Knowing his face, the teacher's spinal cord and the degree of progress.

Spinal cord blood asked.

“What about him?”

“I'm sorry."

“You still haven't found it? ”

“It's taking time to hide so secretly. But now that we've found the clue, we should be able to find it soon. ”

“Hurry.”

“Names!”

Along with the answer, the old soldier's figure disappeared from view.

The gaze of the remaining spinal cord is directed to the basement common ceiling full of darkness.

“Hhh! Wait a little longer, old man. ”

He grinds his teeth. Then the darkness came out.

Decades of years had already passed, but he was still not forgetting. I remember the disgraceful memories of that day. The moment of humiliation when I had to hide and watch my father die.

He asked.

― You want to live?

And that day, he nodded.

If I could go back to that place that day, I would blow his head off with a nod.

“I will never forgive you. Ugh!”

At that moment, his eyes burst into madness and stunned Magi tremendously.

Kuwu!

Margie's underground cavity whistles like a storm.

* * *

“Amitabul! Why are you so anxious? ”

Guangcheon murmurs as he looks at the dark sky. The sky was covered with a cloud of food. The stars lost their light, and even the full moon was not seen trapped in the veil of the clouds.

It had been more than twenty years since he became the head of Sorim, but this was the first time he was so anxious. I was so confused that I couldn't even look ahead.

“How much would it have been if the Magister had been alive at this time? It's too bad his absence didn't work out. ”

Gwangcheon suddenly remembered a few years ago. As the year went by, I felt a great absence of Martyrdom.

“Amitabul! Amitabul! Please look down, Sezon, for God's sake. ”

“Sir.”

Suddenly, I heard a familiar voice outside and woke up to the fantasy of the light spring.

“Someone?"

“It's a triumphant paradise. ”

“Come in.”

A middle-aged monk opened the door when Guangcheon's permission fell. He was one of the disciples.

“Yes, what happened? ”

“Sorry, we couldn't find it. ”

“Huh!”

The face of Guangcheon fell on the answer of the law. His face also darkened.

“Suwon was insensitive and failed to meet your expectations. ”

“No. How could that be your fault? ”

“Please wait a little longer. We're doing our best, so we'll be able to find a lodging in Guangzhou soon. ”

“What the hell is going on? It's not like the sun is going to disappear like that. ”

Gwangcheon sighed.

It had already been several days since the wilderness had suddenly disappeared.

At first I didn't even know he was gone. Even though Guangcheon was so busy, it wasn't very good with Guangcheon in the first place.

Gwanghae was critical of Gwangcheon's policy. Guangcheon did not attract the Mulim Blind, nor did he indulge in giving space to the territory of Shaolin. That led to many disagreements with Guangcheon.

I knew that everything the sun said was for the sake of the Shaolin, but it was the human heart that needed more time to hear the stories I wanted to hear.

Guangcheon did not escape that category either. Though he thought the sheep were deep, the repeated clashes of opinions with the Gospel of the Red Sea made him exhausted and, consequently, turned him away.

Guangcheon hasn't looked for Guangcheon for a long time, and only recently did he notice that he was suddenly missing.

It was Guangyang, the elder of Shaolin. The disappearance of the Guangcheon has been a huge shock to Guangcheon.

As soon as he learned of the disappearance of the Red Sea, he summoned the sky to find him. At the very least, it is because the Eucharist is the most secular and the most traceable.

“We must find the sun. No matter how bad he says he's been with me, he's not the one to hide without being in touch for so long. Something must have happened. ”

“Sir.”

“Take his trail back to the station. Check back with the people you've been in contact with, the people you've been communicating with. ”

“I will.”

“Back off.”

“I'll come back with good results. ”

He bowed his head politely and retreated.

Gwangcheon, who became alone again, closed his eyes.

“Was it a mistake to enter the Mount of Mourim? ”

For the sake of righteousness, I entered the Mount of Mourim. The Mourim Blade, which held a place in the mountains, was walking along the expansion road, but since then, the Shaolin Company has no day to be quiet.

It was inevitably decided to put Murim's womb in danger, but it was a light spring that regretted it little by little these days.

The elders of the Photonic Ship had little greed for the world, but among the disciples and pagans, there were two covetousness of the world.

They behaved more like unmanned people in the world than as doormen. It is being influenced unknowingly by frequent contact with the blind.

“Amitabul! Amitabul! You're karma. Karma. ”

This was all due to his decision. At first it felt like sand, but now it felt like a big rock was crushing my chest.

Afterwards, Guangcheon's sighs continued for a long time.

* * *

“Brother?”

“Shh! Quiet. ”

I looked forward with silence at the Southern Archery, who calls himself Southern Archery. Where his gaze stopped, the wall was closing its eyes and moaning.

At first, I didn't know how surprised it was when the advances showed up here with the dampho. As a blood man, the appearance of a wall full of horrible wounds all over the body looked like a corpse.

However, the gaze of the wall was still strong, and it did not shed a single sigh, saying that it was sick with that terrible wound.

The attitude that seemed to be nothing to that extent shocked the Southern Archery.

For him, who only rested within a secure fence called the Southern Palace, everything from head to toe was a series of shocks.

Tsuuugh!

A dark azyrang blooms over the shoulders of the wall sitting on the throne. The darker the bloody azyrang, the paler the wall's face was, the more the blood color was slowly returning.

‘You can't be a real unarmed man without fear of being hurt. The moment you lose your body because you're afraid to see blood, the unmanned value disappears. ’

The Southern Archery squeezed his fist tight.

I think I know why the Southern Archangel was so miserable to Damho. Many of the Southern Archers were afraid of being hurt, as they easily hurt others.

I didn't know it would look like an absolute power to others, but the Southern Archery was not an absolute power. if you look at it on the basis of the dam-ho.

One side threw out everything and hit him, and the other side tried not to get hurt. Since the mind itself was different from the beginning, the outcome has already been determined.

The southern archer bites his lips so bloody.

The monster who was working in front of his eyes was the one who brought down the Southern Palace, a teacher who deserved to be exemplified and learned.

‘I will surely learn to steal everything from you. So I will revive the Southern Palace. ’

The Southern Archery grasps the little hand of the Southern Archery.

“Brother!”

“Let's do our best. ”

“Yes!”

The Southern Archery nods her head with all her might.

It was then.

Kuwu!

Suddenly a powerful wave swept through the squadron.

Dust is scattered in a concentric circle.

Damho is about to wake up.