Volcanic Spirit

Jong Cho-hong did not lose his composure in spite of all kinds of confessions that turned him into a rag. Even though I didn't know Lee Hwon would come, I was nervous.

"I guess you're not dead yet, you little brat.”

"It's called a phoenix, and I don't think it's possible to die of it. Shouldn't you at least do a phoenix?"

I vomited blood three times in one word.

The dimmed eyes with blood gradually found the original light. As Talma said, he seemed to have entered the stage of a halo wave just before his death.

"Do you have a drink?"

Talma slipped the bottle.

He must have prepared in advance, knowing that Jong Cho-hong doesn't have much time left. Anyone who thinks normally would not give alcohol to Jong Cho-hong. Neither the mask prepared, nor the Lee Hwon who received it, nor the Jongchohong, who leaned the bottle with his appetite, were normal.

"Huck!"

Jong Cho-hong couldn't drink a single sip of alcohol properly.

Most people spill.

One he breathed out what was so good.

"Ha."

Perhaps you were relieved that you met Lee Hwon more than alcohol.

Sure enough, as soon as I quenched my dry throat, I added a horse.

"But it's good to see you before you go. And even though I didn't have a clam, I liked the alcohol better than it was then. Seeing you've come all the way here, have you cleared up the phoenix?"

Lee Hwon nodded assent.

Jong Cho-hong smiled bitterly.

"It's so easy to see you. I don't know why it's so difficult. Since I met my brother who was a student right before the shaman, I have not been envious of him. This time I really wanted to give you the information about Cheonryongjeon first. ."·."."."."."."."."."."."."."

He repeated the vomit several times again.

"Don't say it."

"Click, I'll tell you. Still, I've found out something while I was looking here."

I wanted to say there was no need to.

It was only after we had already figured out everything we could find out through the phoenix. Hana could not stop Jong Cho-hong from burning his last heart.

"The phoenix was different from the sensory map of Cheonryongjeon that you taught me. They all conspired in the vicinity of a famous mountain or a famous place, but Jung-kyung has nothing, right?”

It was a little strange.

The phoenix ring is a sensory apostle.

So he had to work hard to win the hearts and minds of the Shinma near the survivors of the masterpiece. That's the mission of the Sensei, and that's the goal of life. However, he seemed to enjoy his life as the king of the Junggyeong. It was an act not seen by any other sensualist.

"It's been strange to think it's strange. Why did he settle here?”

"What have you found?"

It was a question without much expectation.

One answer was beyond imagination.

"Found it. Magistrate."

Lee Hwon opened his eyes wide.

Hasn't it already disappeared to the other side of the Sin River after it was defeated in Jeongma Daejeon 70 years ago? Jeong and Ma suffered insurmountable damage from the battles of the time. Therefore, some even found the reason why Shinma was able to run away in the harmful effects of Jeongma Daejeon.

Jong Cho-hong grinned as if he liked Lee Hwon's expression.

"Looking at your face, I don't think I did it in vain. After the Battle of Jeongma, the main forces fled to Shingang, and the remnants of the Magistrate fighting in Gangnam lost their way. So they went south to escape the forest."

The abrasion gave out an exclamation.

"No way!"

"That's right. It's a hundred thousand."

100,000daesan Mountain refers to a mountain range that is large enough to traverse Guangdong and Gwangseo provinces that are in contact with the South Sea. It was a remote area where all the powerful men in the midfield coveted from the whale, but no one could step in.

It was also called Cheonsan.

Wasn't it originally from the Cheonsan Mountains north of Jangseong? Therefore, the remnants of the Magistrate would have regarded the mountain as a second heavenly mountain.

'What if the remnants of the Magistrate reemerge?’

There were two ways to get out of Mt. 100,000 to the midfield.

One is to reach the Janggang River through Dongjeongho Lake in Honam Province, and the other to Jungwon via exile and Junggyeong.

The former could only come into contact with Gupaoga after going through numerous Moorimbangs, and the latter, without anyone's knowledge, was able to enter the midfield and strike the Moorim League directly.

'It's the latter.

Those who are as wicked as Magyo would not give time to gather in the midst of fighting against the small and medium-sized factions.

Yi Hwon arranged his thoughts and spoke to them.

"So the phoenixes kept the remnants of the mountain in check, without getting involved in the Shim-deuk of the Shinma?"

The bell-chohong lamented.

"I don't know that. No matter how great Bonghwanghoe is, it's not enough to handle the remnants of the devil alone. The source of the Bonghwang Lake is connected to Gwangseo Castle, so it's important to keep an eye on them. Or, we cannot throw away the possibility that Cheonnyongjeon Hall itself is related to the Mahgyo of 100,000 daesan Mountain. And then the phoenix is the outpost of witchcraft."

Either way, all the sense of incompatibility felt at the phoenix meeting seemed to be resolved.

"Brother, if you have enemies in the Moorim League, you may have enemies in the Wagyo. No, it didn't show up, but we don't know if they're hiding anywhere in the midfield.”

"We can kill them all.”

The bell pepper drooped.

"Huuu, it is watched leisurely in the line."

"Not everyone, even a Taoist, goes to sea."

"It wasn't meant to be, but we decided to take you to my brother. So give me some words of blessing on your way."

He closed his eyes at the end of the horse.

The flame of the last life seemed to fade away.

"Ha."

Lee Hwon bit his lower lip.

If I had mastered medicine, I would have done anything for you.

It is probably the first death of an acquaintance whom Ban Deok-gu faces since his death. His relationship with Jong Cho-hong has not deepened than he thought. From the experience before one's return, he was reliable. That's why they never let go of their ties. So I wanted to save it if I could.

'Is it my fault?

Most of all, Jong Cho-hong was the next leader of the independents after passing the non-previewable state. He was a hero who would lead a group of political factions. But he seemed to have changed his fate because of himself.

Damn it.

Disturbed, stuffy, irritated.

There was only one thing I could do even when I was upset.

"Have another drink."

Jong Cho-hong clapped with his eyes closed.

"Kkeum, you're always welcome to say such good things!"

Lee Hwon picked up the bottle that Jong Cho-hong dropped. Then he helped his upper body and brought a bottle of liquor. Instead of giving a drink to someone who seemed to be out of breath right away, he opened his eyes thinly.

Neither Jongcho Hong nor Talma thought of it as a joke.

Lee Hwon is not a person who plays with alcohol.

Sure enough, a bright voice came out.

"Hey, you've only been snuffed out.”

Zongchohong narrowed the middle of his forehead.

"What does that mean?"

Lee Hwon's mouth gradually began to draw lines.

"You little brat, your veins and blood lines are intact. The history of Danjeon is just as it is."

The mask opened its eyes wide.

"So you're saying that only the body was confessed to. No! What ignorant bastards in the world do this to themselves? Dokdo is usually invested and terrace, and -- as the origin. and! "

Jong Cho-hong found no key point in the conversation between the two.

What is it when a person is dying and his or her blood is fine? He had shed blood, torn flesh, and broken bones. Besides, all kinds of bugs dug into the rotten flesh because of being dumped in a dirty concourse.

"Brother! You can do it with the old-fashioned bricklayer, right?”

Lee Hwon smiled and said to the question of the mask.

"Hey! Let me draw a picture for you."

Jong Cho-hong breathed a breath.

"Are you both crazy?"

The old palace bricklayer exerts his power by using the human body as a topography and setting up the true method. Therefore, after placing new stones and trees in the dying land of the Zongchohong, and setting up the truth, the opening of the living gate would permeate with vitality.

The perforated hemophilia was important here.

The bloodline maximizes physical training and seeks harmony with the mind. Simply put, it means that if you create an environment where you can inject blood and blood properly, you can save the dead, but you can save the dying.

And there was a man here who had mastered both the perforated helix and the old-fashioned brickwork.

"But there are preconditions."

It's Jong Cho Hong.

He lived a lifetime as a disciple of the independents, and learned the exploits of the independents. Therefore, it was natural that his blood and blood ties grew in line with the shamanic shamanism.

It was almost impossible for Lee Hwon, a foreigner, to grasp it.

"I need the ball and training method of the ball you've mastered.”

"So you're living?”

"Yes."

I was the warrior of the tight political faction.

For the sake of cooperation, he tolerated some degree of intrigue, deception, and even dealings. Lee Hwon experienced it himself in an ant cave, and after that, he checked it by cooperating several times. So I was sure that Jong Cho-hong wouldn't refuse.

"Then you have to live."

Still, he is a disciple of the Ming family and seeks a cause.

"Incredible. I believe that I have watched your brother's activities. Just because you peek into shamanism, you won't abuse it."

I can't guarantee that.

Fortunately, Jong Cho-hong did not ask Lee Hwon for a definite answer.

A moment later, in his mouth, the shaman's exploits in the three fingers of the Gangho were passed on to the courts.

"Okay. I'll ask you something confusing while injecting blood vessels, so keep your head straight."

When you're having a dry breakfast, close your eyes and mouth.

This is to prevent the internal energy from flowing out.

However, it was possible to prevent the transfer of history as much as Jong Cho-hong allowed.

"The yin and yang turn against the sky, which marks the beginning of the Taegeukgi through the white lime and the Ming Gate."

Yi Hwon raised his perforated blood-wheel drive after touching Jong Cho-hong's head and back.

"I will use your body's pterygoid vein as a wall, and I will build a watchtower on your blood! I will build a fortress like a fortress and open it at the end of the end. Then you will be my brother again."

Yi Hwon laughed, and Jong Chohong screamed.

"Hahahaha!"

"Ahhhhhh!"

Talma watched the scene and moved out of the pit.

The socheon mine in both hands was ready to be thrown at any time.

This is the dosage that will destroy the entire entrance to the pit.

The mask stared at the entrance of the brain-hole with an unprecedentedly serious look.

"If your brother is paralyzed, he will be able to escape after pushing away the rock of perfect length!’

Yi Hwon completed the fort by crawling on Jong Cho-hong's body.

Now, Jong Cho-hong was expected to increase his ability to learn more about plant-eating without even realizing it. Also, the power of reacting reflexively to sudden situations is incomparable. Also, it was possible to let it slip away because it was impossible to penetrate the walls of the fortress.

In a word, the bad news of the wall has given gasoline the equivalent of a dislocation.

'This should be enough to be a real dog!’

However, from some point on, the thoughts disappeared.

It was the moment to make the door after building the fort.

As soon as he pulled out all of his perforated hematocysts and thrust them into the fortress, he seemed to have a vision.

'Ah!'

It was a translucent picture.

A painting showing the back as if a ghost were swaying in the air was overlaid to Jong Cho-hong's body. This is the view of the fortress, which was engraved on the body of Jong Cho-hong, reminiscent of his head. The painting became clear every time the cape was piled high, and the walls were strengthened by injecting blood vessels.

In other words, what we had only imagined was realized before our eyes.

'What is this?’

Before and after regression, the situation is unprecedented.

If so, I thought this would be a sight that could only be seen in the old castle of the Heavenly Hallows.

"The depth of evil is finally seeing the light!"

Now Jong Cho-hong's body has stabilized and has overcome the crisis of life and death.

Hana Yi Hwon still faced a welcome. So he pushed out the bell and looked at the vision.

"Huck!"

After throwing up a handful of dead blood, Jong Cho-hong fell forward. I hit my face in the vomit I spit out, but I won't die. Therefore, Lee Hwon's gaze did not fall from the fingertips of Jong Cho-hong's head and back.

The red lines from the fingertips were connected in all directions.

He did not discriminate between people and things.

It was as if a living truth had been set up around Lee Hwon. And at the moment he intended, that faraway bottle popped up.

'It's not empty space.’

Not simply lifting things, but empowering them.

The moment I made up my mind even if I didn't move my hand, the bottle of alcohol bounced off and collapsed the entire wall.

Quack, quack, quack!

Lee Hwon smiled at the moon, which was seen out of the pit.

'He jumped over me before my return.’

an end

c. Kim Tae-hyun