Volcanic Spirit

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Deeng

The gateways of the volcanic waves were momentarily enchanted at the moment the bell rang. It was the sound of a bell that had never been heard in the last hundred years. Only after a moment's blinking of the eyes did I think it was the sound of a bell for evacuation.

The servants quickly fled to the cave behind Jinmu Palace.

Hana Taoists were busy taking care of the scriptures and collecting the documents they had written. And the fighters of the volcano had to show their backs to protect such Taoists.

Crying liquid!

Three members of Gyeongcheon University, who ate Maehondan, rushed in. The three great disciples, who were from Cho Do-gak Jinmugwan and entered the main mountain this year, could not avoid their swords.

Bug! Bug! Bug!

He climbed a volcano with a dream of good luck, but was killed by an enemy he didn't even know for a year.

Kyungcheon University members exchanged glances after killing every single Taoist.

"Call to the Inquisitor!"

"Your name!"

Despite the blood and wind blowing in various parts of the volcano, the front of Jinmu Palace was a flood of people. He led the Taoist monk who had brought the cart to the detached house, and lit fire everywhere to prepare for the enemy's surprise.

"Long sentence death penalty!"

The volcanic jangmunin confirmed the number of great disciples and narrowed the space between his eyes.

A total of 19 people had to gather, except for priests who were dispatched to the Moorim League or who were on Kang Ho-haeng.

However, there are no more signs of popularity after 17 people left.

Lee Dae-ja was even worse.

Among the fifty disciples, only a little over thirty gathered in front of the palace.

"I'm in trouble. I can't believe this happens when my brother empties the volcano."

Maeng Yum-chae, the seventh chief of the great festival, said, glaring at the darkness.

"There are over a hundred ducts scattered all over the volcano. As you know, the long sentence of death."

Jang Moon-in cut off the words of the blind.

"It's been a long time since we've been together. It would be appreciated if they offered to help, and it would not be a matter of resentment if they pretended not to know. The current crisis must be resolved by the strength of the main faction. Get ready for a Hwamu-seventh examination. Make sure that the two disciples, who have mastered the Sword of Baekje and the Sword of Hong Ran, are paired to prepare the left and the right."

"Okay."

After Maeng Yum-chae retired, the footnote of Manmugak, which oversees the information of the volcano, bowed its head.

"Long sentence, sorry."

"I'll raise my head."

"I don't have anything to say because I didn't do my job properly and allowed the external enemy to have a volcano."

Jang Moon-in smiled bitterly.

"Is that your problem? My big brother warned me a few days ago about Kang Ho's crisis. One, we gathered at Jinmu Palace and only had a meeting, but neglected the volcano's vigilance."

He spilt a long shot.

"Huuu, if this works out well, I'm going to give up my seat, ask for closure, and stay in the investigation."

"The death penalty!"

"Shh! Here he comes."

Jang Moon-in pulled out a sword.

Maeng Yum-chae turned her head slightly and said she was ready.

Jang Moon-in raised his voice.

"The enemy is coming. The enemy is coming, who is different from us, with courtesy, with swords, and with us swinging in the enemy is coming. I won't tell you to protect the building of the gatekeepers and protect the tradition. Just think of plum blossoms. Maehwa blooms in early winter, and gives off an elegant atmosphere despite the cold wind and heavy snow. If you are a plum flower, they are a breeze and heavy snow. The plum will never be broken, so you will be able to overcome it until a warm day comes."

솨아아아아

The purple energy began to swirl around the sword he had thrust out. After a while, a light weather burst out after Sorim's death.

"Light the fire!"

A dozen or so of the three great disciples flew a flash.

And it flew over the boundary of Jinmu Palace and was stuck in the blue stone, and at the same time the oil sprinkled on it burned.

Fluttering!

The jang Moon-in narrowed down the middle of his forehead.

The curtain of darkness was lifted, and two hundred enemies appeared through the flames. The enemy formed a siege in the form of a hemisphere and did not even move. However, Jang Moon-in was more shocked than the enemy.

'All 200 of them are dying. Did you eat a stakeout?'

The main reason why the political faction is at odds with Sama Odo Island is because it goes against heaven and earth. People who lost their marriages, gangsi, golden weapons, and latent corps were all relics of Sima Odo.

'You don't have a good day today.'

Maeng Yumchae is a half-shaped version of Hwamusibibibeumjin, which was made under the eyes of a jangmunjaengi. Also, the bands of red and white were woven into the shoulders of the disciples who had mastered the white and red swords, respectively. After finishing his preparations, Jang Moon-in took his seat in front of the Hwamusibyeokjin.

"I will be the axis of the examination."

Twelve students nodded silently.

Then a snort came from the enemy's crowd.

"Did you leave all your wills now? I have always wondered how much the world calls the old faction the center of the strong. But at best, I'm not different from the small and medium-sized faction, so I'm confident that I'll be able to defeat the whole world in the near future!"

The gold and sword roaring revenge was incessantly sarcastic.

Jang Moon-in could not neglect her guard, as she could not ignore her elders.

"I think you want all-out war. Then can you at least give me your name?"

The revengeful man raised his lip and answered more gently than expected.

"Cheonghae's venerable."

While Jang Moon-in tilted his head, the mantle opened its eyes wide. When Jang Mun-in was informed that it was the Cheonghae Ssanggol, the wonder doubled.

"Why does the Cheonghae Ssanggyol have a volcanic wave?"

The vengeful man raised his lip and shouted.

"I came to offer her a volcano! Hit it!"

Unlike the careful ascent of the mountain, the palaces of Hwacheong Palace showed a fierce spirit. The moment I took Maehondan, my energy exploded. He would have wanted to give off his energy that filled his body right away.

"Stop it! You must not allow Jinmu Palace!"

Chang Moon-in made a vigorous warning, but failed to rush toward the enemy's camp. The head count was inferior, and the spirits of those who ate the stakeout were unusual. Above all, the disciples of the volcano lacked practical experience. Even if he was a student of Ewha Womans University, more than 30 percent had lived only in the mountains.

Tutertung!

As soon as the purple blackness intertwined with the blood-red blood, it exploded.

Jang Moon-in blew his opponent away, but he couldn't laugh. At first glance, he was dressed as a regular member. Even the enemy's chief-of-the-art fighters beat the Hwamu-seibi examination as if they were going to smash it right away.

Chae Chae Chae Chae Chae Chaeng!

The Bok Chun-jeok burst into laughter, pointing fingers at the long writer.

"Hahaha! Did you boast of being a guppa with that level of impotence? That's funny! That's funny. From now on, don't be a volcano wave, call me Jungwapa!"

I laughed at him for being a frog in a well, but I couldn't afford to face him.

Push them in fomenting class and the examination in a hurry is jangmunin. As soon as the great disciples gathered next to it, the enemy's position wriggled. At the same time, the enemy's momentum was lumped up and exploded.

"Stay strong!"

Jang Moon-in shouted his throat out, but the checkup was forced to step down. Fortunately, the disciples, who had mastered the Sword of Baekje and the Sword of Hongran, joined forces and easily struck the enemy's neck. But when one was cut, two rushed in, four clung behind.

"Argh!"

The Three Great disciples are the enemy's easy-to-cooks.

The three great disciples, who could not control the distance the moment the blood energy cut down the space, collapsed without a blow.

"For now, three generations shall retreat, and two generations shall support the left and the right. Let the priests step up!"

The great disciples set up a barrier in front of the front at Ilgal of the Jang Moon-in.

At that moment, for a moment, the enemy's screams came one after another. It is not as high as a super-peak, but it has been a high-altitude master for a long time. Thus, the members of the Hwacheonggung Palace were not able to withstand a blow, and it was possible to deal with it only when they were in the class of a leader level.

One, the revenge was still relaxed.

It was still possible to operate the Latent Force with more than half-diagnosis.

'Huh! Once it's pierced, they scatter to save each other.'

If so, one by one could be surrounded and killed, and the destruction of the volcano was a foregone conclusion.

The great student was in charge of the front, so the great student was able to catch his breath for a while. However, it was only one thing to swing a sword without having the time to mourn the death of the death penalty. Among them, Yoo Geon-pyeong has been running the Gang for quite a long time even among the death penalty. He stood out alone, with the majority of capital punishment without any particular name.

He glared at the enemy with an unknown expression.

Judging from the enemy's ignorance, it was clear that he had eaten the stakeout.

However, it was unclear why so many people ate the stake and attacked the volcano.

'It's too much for me to go after the main faction.'

After all, the conclusion was that he attacked the volcano for the woman, as the Bok Chun-jeok first shouted.

'Then I'll hit your head!

He immediately conveyed his purpose to the priest.

"The death penalty, it's dangerous."

"The enemy is now off guard, and the enemy's beast is alone away. This is your chance."

The priest dried it by grabbing Yu Geon-pyeong's sleeve.

"One is called the Cheonghae Ssanggo. He's one of the top five cilantro in Cheonghae."

Yu Geon-pyeong shook his head.

"So I have to."

"I'll be with you. Now that I've mastered the Great Sword, I'll assist you with the death penalty."

"Okay. Let's go."

The two sneaked out of the torch secretly.

The front yard of Jinmu Palace was full of torches, and the enemy's camp was filled with flames made of oil. So once I hid myself in the dark, it was not impossible to go back behind the enemy.

Crying liquid!

Yu Geon-pyeong attacked the enemy's back, which he would never have done before. With the back of the enemy's back clearly visible, the tip of the sword was aimed for bloodshot eyes.

"Hung!"

However, the number of victims has risen to the point where they have already taken Jeonghondan and exceeded the peak. He bent down and drew fire from the fire with his index finger and middle finger. And bouncing it to Yu Geon-pyeong, he pulled the sword to the left.

Yu Geon-pyeong, on the other hand, did not avoid the flames and struck the sword. He ignored his life and sought to win the victory over the enemy. Fortunately, the priest who followed shook the sword at the embers.

"That's always true of the political factions!"

The Bok Chun-jeok swung the sword and lightly bounced the Yu Geon-pyeong.

The light-handed inspection alone seemed to choke me, and the ensuing offensive quickly made my hands and feet dizzy.

"Death from you!"

The priest's wrist was blown away at the moment of the blood glow.

If Yoo had not hurriedly pulled the priest's back, the entire arm would have been cut off. As soon as one or two people rolled around in one lump, a strong flag rose from the sword of Bokcheonjeok.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

At that moment, in the darkness, an iron rod tore through the space.

Jeng!

The old man in the saddle clenched his fist after throwing an iron rod, but could not hide the convulsions.

"Click, is that the guy in the conduit? Wait! I'll kill these guys first and then I'll get rid of them!"

However, when Bok Chun-jeok turned around, an elderly man in a colorful uniform was wearing them on his side. It was Yongho Gwanju, a descendant of the Jinbak Labor Union, who exchanged jokes with Jangjin Gwanju.

He said, blinking one eye at Yu Geon-pyeong.

"You owe me."

"That debt, I'll have to erase it, too!"

Chang Chin-kuan-ju fell like a shell in the air.

He stretched himself as hard as he could, boasting a robust physique like Nahan who had mastered Shaolin's outer space. At that moment, a member of the Hwachong Palace flew off in blood. Various monks appeared in the dark, led by Jang Jin-gwanju.

"Since the situation of the volcano is in a position of yellow with the accumulation of history, I am not going to let the storm and tide over the crisis at the Pungu Pavilion, a symbol of the prosperity and the deficit of the Taesangno-gun."

A well-dressed writer picked out difficult words and threw a steel wire, and a skinny old man wearing only a single garment swung around the wardrobe. Those who fanned and those who used double swords were behind them, and some were far away bouncing iron balls the size of beans. Among them, Seopyeong, the official residence of Eungdang Baek Jin-gwan, is the starting point. Every time he performed a non-examined procedure, the members of the crew, who had even taken a stake, flew into the air.

"Argh!"

"There's an enemy behind you!"

The formation of the Hwachong palaces quickly became dizzy.

Jang Moon-in was speechless with unexpected help.

Most of them are the dead of volcanoes who don't even know their location and name. As a master of the volcano, I had no choice but to feel both gratitude and sorry.

"Hahaha! All the idiots have finally gathered!"

At the moment of the vengeful blast of the mine, dozens of black men rushed from the forest like dogs. As he climbed to the main mountain, he kept in mind the masters of the conduit. Therefore, the major players and 50 people who were greatly promoted in military service were left out. The moment they joined, the masters of the conduit were in a moment's siege and in danger.

"You must join the Jinmu Palace!"

The government officials responded to the book review's cry, but it was not easy.

He added power as the situation went down due to the characteristics of the team. Like the phenomenon of a halo that becomes clear just before death, the most powerful time was when the efficacy of the latent force would be exhausted.

"Don't let a single one live!"

A blood clot broke out once again at the stroke of revenge.

Jang Moon-in gave up protecting Jinmu Palace.

Now that this has happened, he realized that joining the government officials is the only way to go. The enemy also wielded weapons, ignoring their lives, knowing it.

Chae Chae Chae Chae Chae Chaeng!

The great disciple fell, and the enemy's leader was dead.

Fortunately, Gyeongcheon Daeju was decapitated by the sword of Seopyeong, Baekjin Gwanju. Due to the pincer attack of Hana and Yeomcheon, Seo-pyeong had to step down with a cut in his side.

Bokcheonjeok exploded the mine by smelling the blood on the top of Yeonhwabong Peak.

"Hahahahaha! Ambiguous, welcome! I am waiting for you!"

The volcanic jangmun-in made an impression after pushing the sword of the Great Gicheonju. Beyond the entrance of the main mountain, a red glow flashed as if to respond to the call of Bokcheonjeok.

"Oh, my God! More enemies!"

It was as if a red mist was raging.

Among them, the flashing red glare in places where snow is supposed to be burned like naturalization. It was the moment when the sword end of the long Moon-in was about to point to the ground because of its futility.

The red mist broke in and a great deal of uniform burst out.

"Get out of the way! You little bastard!"

At the same time, the head of the Great Gi-chun broke like a pumpkin and scattered blood everywhere.

an end

c. Kim Tae-hyun