Heavenly inquisition sword Chapter 301

Published at 15th of May 2023 03:56:39 PM

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Chapter301 - Why do you think it covered the sky?

Mu-deok Jang, the head of Mu-sang-do, gritted his teeth and twisted his body.

However, he did not even move his body, which was entangled in several layers of spider webs.

“Huh.”

The sound of wind escaping came from one nostril of Jang Moo-deok.

Although he was freed from the spell of the spirit, he could not use his strength because he had no internal strength left.

As he tried to face death sanely, his heart fluttered with resentment.

Jang Moo-deok, who had been listening to his own heartbeat, tilted his head.

Even though a lot of time has passed, the face support did not bite.

Seeing that he has become quiet, it seems like the outcome has been decided, but I don't know why he leaves himself alone.

It is wrapped in a spider's web and cannot be seen, so there is no way to know.

He heard an unexpected voice in his ears.

“Jang Dae-hyeop, I’m going to try tearing off the spider’s web. OK?”

‘Who?'

That way of speaking, which showed no respect for the other party, was clearly that of a yeon jeok-ha.

It seems that they came to Mt. Pungji after all.

The relief that I lived was short-lived, and soon I felt sorry.

Even though it was because of the commandments, it reminded me of how I almost betrayed them.

A sigh flowed from the mouth of the yeon jeok-ha who eagerly tore off the spider web with his hand.

“Wow! It doesn't fall badly If you do this, your eyelids and hair will all be torn off? what to do?”

When Yeon Jeok-ha was contemplating, Gu Cheon-no also spoke in an urgent voice.

“Confucius, there are people who are coming from within the canyon. Whatever you do, do it quickly.”

“Don’t rush me into saying it’s someone else’s business. It's not as easy as you think.”

“If it doesn’t fall, just burn it like before.”

“Then what if Jang Dae-hyeop’s hair is completely burned?”

“Wouldn’t it be better to tan your hair a little than have your eyelids ripped?”

“… … .”

Yeon Jeok-ha looked at the spider webs wrapped around Jang Moo-deok's body with complicated eyes.

The adhesive force was so strong that the delicate skin felt like it would just tear.

“Confucius! What are you blankly looking at! I heard that the face holders are coming in droves!”

At the urging of his simtong, he did not worry any longer.

“Jang Dae-hyeop, I’ll try to melt the spider’s web with Sammae Evolution. Even if it's hot, bear with it for a little while. OK?”

Jang Mu-deok trembled startled.

He has no strength left to defend himself.

In the current state, the evolution of others' samadhi would be hotter than a normal fire.

I squatted down in front of the Jang Moo-deok and grabbed his feet.

The red flames that started from his feet wrapped around Jang Moo-deok's entire body.

But somehow, it seems to have become stronger than the first Samadhi evolution.

It's like a fire burning in oiled firewood.

The finger-thick spider webs that wrapped around Jang Moo-deok melted and disappeared at once.

“Keugh!”

In response to Jang Moo-deok's screams, he hurriedly removed his hand.

Fortunately, the fire caused by the extinguishment of the samadhi was soon subdued.

When I smelled the strong burnt smell, I couldn't bear to lift my head.

It seems that there was quite a bit of burned food besides the spider web.

Then the simtong trembled.

“Confucius! It should pop!”

Surprised, Yeonjeokha turned his gaze to the side.

Face props pouring out of the gorge were rolling in like waves.

“Jang Dae-hyeop! Can you run?”

“I can’t.”

"Then I'll carry it."

I tried to look away from Jang Moo-deok's head, which had become a lump of charcoal, and wrapped around him.

Kunlun Samseon and ten warlords Namgung Yeon immediately turned around and ran.

Yeonjeokhha didn't think about the front and back, and ran after looking behind Namgung-Yeon unconditionally.

Did he even mobilize light engineering and run for about 15 minutes?

Sisanmado Hyukmu-chun, who was glancing behind him, said out of breath.

"No more chasing! Let's take a little break and go!”

The leader stopped at the breathless sound of Hyuk Moo-chun, who had the weakest air power.

Yeon Jeok-ha quietly put down his Jangmu-deok.

“Thank you.”

“Aigoo, don’t say anything… … .”

Confessed with a sense of remorse, the sister-in-law spoke humbly.

Now, Jang Moo-deok looked more like a beggar than he did in the open room.

In particular, I didn't even want to look at his head.

All of his hair had been burnt to black, and beyond pity, even disgust arose.

The completion of his face seems to be hair.

With his thick hair, sky-high eyebrows, and Guan Yu's beard gone, he looked like a dog butcher.

And then Simtong approached me, and when I saw Mu-deok Jang, I said a word.

“You rode a lot more than you thought? Didn't Confucius use too much strength?"

I had a fever that was related to the shameless intellectual quality of simtong, but I held it in.

"No. It didn't use much force."

“But why are you like that? Isn’t it much more powerful than the Sammae evolution that Confucius first caused?”

"I don't know. I'm obviously out of power. This is all old Sim's responsibility. It's old Sim who asked you to burn it in the first place.”

“I thought I would just tan a little. I didn't know you could make charcoal like that.”

“Oh, really, no.”

The two passed the blame on to each other.

Namgungyeon, who was watching the fight between the two, approached.

“It's not the two of you’d fault. There is a volatile oil component in the bodily fluid of the face support. It was because the bodily fluids on Jang Dae-hyeop’s body reacted to the evolution of Samadhi.”

“Look! Because I lost my strength!”

Yeonjeokha exclaimed triumphantly.

Jang Moo-deok, who had been listening silently for a while, spoke in a calm tone.

“Yeon Gongja, I am grateful. So don’t be too sorry that you burned a little hair.”

“Ah, yes, I’m glad then.”

Even though they were talking, they stretched out - scorched like a dog - and glanced at Jang Moo-deok's head and lower body.

Would you say thank you when you see your face in the mirror?

Thousands of words are ten thousand bean cakes.

After a while, Seonin Tae-eul came to Namgung-yeon.

"haha. Is the original Palmunjin this wide?”

“What are you talking about?”

“It seems like the distance we ran is more than enough to go to Kang Seong-jin.”

“I think there is a lot of difference from the commonly known palmunjin. I didn't know that the power of Yukjeong Yukgap could work like this. It feels like a twisted space.”

“Didn’t Sojeo say that there are no life sentences or rest sentences in this method?”

“No.”

“If so, how are you planning to get out?”

“The thing twisted by the Heavenly Blessed Man’s Eight Gates and Palsangjin is the ground. Isn't it?”

“I think so too.”

“We think we run in a straight line, but in reality, our eyes are governed by our surroundings. Maybe they roamed the same spot. I don't know which direction.”

Seon Tae-eul shook her head.

It certainly doesn't make sense otherwise.

“At first, I was thinking of breaking the truth. But after experiencing the divine power, I can't help myself. Rather than trying to dismantle the jinbeop made with divine power in a naive way, I'm going to go out and open the road.”

"Ah! I'm not looking for an arm gate...….”

"Yes, that's right. It's so wide and ugly, how long will you find the eight gates? If you go out in a straight line, you will surely reach the outskirts of Jinshik.”

“But didn’t you just say ‘I can’t go in a straight line because I don’t know the direction’?”

Namgung Yeon pointed at the sky with her white and beautiful fingers.

“Why do you think Blessed Heaven covered the sky?”

"Ah!"

Only then did Seon Tae-eul understand what she was saying.

Beyond the cloud-shrouded sky, there are things that can point you in the right direction.

like the stars in the night sky.

“Among Kunlun’s techniques, there must be a way to control the gods, right?”

“Nothing. If you are a Heavenly God, who is stronger than the six lords, you will be able to open the fog.”

Tae-eul's face was full of vitality.

Cheonshinju is a sorcery that subdues evil spirits with the power of heavenly gods.

It is like a candle in front of the sun in front of the heavenly gods.

'If that mist was created with divine power, then it can be removed with a Celestial Sphere.'

He immediately turned around and said to Taemu and Taeryeong, who were standing behind him.

“The priests must have heard it too, right? I will immediately remove the cloud and fog covering the sky with the Heavenly Pearl.”

"All right."

“Please begin.”

Soon, Kunlun Samseon stretched out his right hand to the sky, and their hands touched each other.

Then, drawing on the power of the whole body, he recited the Heavenly Divine Mantra.

“… … All Heavenly Gods, Sokcha Advent, Om-Om Class, Yeo-Yul-Ryeong, Sabah!”

From the place where the hands of the three gathered, a standing flag rose into the sky.

Little by little the white mist was pushed in all directions.

At first, the space that was only occupied by people grew wider as time passed.

As the clouds and mist widened, the deep blue sky was revealed.

It was as if a blue dot had been stamped onto the white drawing paper.

Exclamations of ‘Wow!’ came out from people’s mouths.

However, the joy was short-lived, and the cloud that had been pushed back flinched back to its place.

The tug-of-war between Kunlun Samseon and Unmu continued for nearly 15 minutes.

Namgungyeon, who was watching, secretly sighed.

It seemed that the size of an armful was the largest in terms of the magic power of Kunlun Samseon.

But at that size, you can't see the constellations well.

'What should I do with this?'

While she was lost in her thoughts for a moment, her celestial voice grew weaker and weaker.

After a while, the order stopped completely.

The sky was once again covered with white clouds and mist.

“Hey! It seems to be the limit for us.”

As he spoke, Seon Taeul wiped the sweat from his face with the back of his hand.

“Phew! It's been a while since I've done this.”

“I thought I forgot my order. I can do it anyway. Heh heh heh.”

Seonin Taemu and Seon Taeryeong pretended to be drowning mice and said one word at a time.

Namgungyeon was disappointed with the results, but she didn't show it.

“You worked hard. But can you move while reciting the Heavenly Mantra?”

“It's a bit of a burden, but it's not impossible. Because using the law and using the body are different. I just need to be able to concentrate.”

Namgungyeon complexion brightened slightly.

She is fortunate that at least she can move and cast her spells. She couldn't leave Kunlun Samsun behind, so she said.

“I looked at the sky a little while ago and it seemed that it was still daytime outside. After the sun goes down, look at the constellations and move them. Oh, by the way, the three of them chanted together. It must be difficult for one person to do, doesn't it?"

“The distance was so far that the three of us had to work together. It's because it's not easy to reach the sky with one person's magic power.”

"ah! I see. How long do you have to rest after the first awakening to recover your magic power?”

“20 minutes is enough.”

Magical power was similar to mental power, so it was possible to recharge to some extent by resting properly.

Namgoongyeon nodded her head.

In the end, it is said that you need to rest for the amount of time you moved.

Simtong softly asked.

“Sojeo, then can I rest now?”

Namgoongyeon counted the time for a moment.

It is Missicho (1:00 p.m.) that she entered Palmun Palsangjin.

Since then, it took about half an hour (1 hour), so it must have been the end of Missy (3:00 pm) even if I had plenty of time.

She has to be at least late drinking (9pm) to see the constellations.

“I have to move all night, so it would be better to rest beforehand. I’ll be moving in three o’clock (six hours), so rest until then.”

At her words, people sat down without hesitation.

It must have been very difficult both physically and mentally.

Namgung-yeon, who was closely examining people's complexions, approached Jang Moo-deok.

“Jang Dae-hyeop, how are you feeling?”

“It’s okay. It looks like I haven’t suffered any internal injuries, so let's help after a little rest. And, I'm sorry. It looks like I was covered in something.”

In an instant, Namgung-Yeon knew that Jang Moo-deok was out of his control.

"It's not an easy task to get out of the spirit on your own, but you did it."

She looked at Jang Moo-deok with her new eyes.

Perhaps, sooner or later, he may enter the mythological realm he so longed for. If you're in a state of mind that overcomes the spirit, then there's more to it.

Chapter end