Episode 390. I don't know. Do not talk to me
Yang Yi-Hwa grabbed the spear in his hand.
His upper body, which had been staggering from the sound of laughter that made his eardrums ring, gradually regained its stability.
It is a situation that relies on a spear pole made of Baek Nak-gon.
Suddenly, I remembered my father's words, "The only thing I can trust is this one spear."
Yang Yi-hwa bit his lip hard.
'I should have trained harder in spearmanship... … .’
Regret is too late no matter how fast it is.
Everyone who heads a sheep household learns how to sing a sheep song from an early age.
But since when did she come closer to gold than spears.
If I had known that a day like today would come, I would never have done it.
Her mouth opened involuntarily as she stared straight ahead with her tense eyes.
“Thousand-year-old ghost?”
It was said that Donghwa High School was definitely a thousand-year-old ghost.
There is no one who grew up in a samurai family and does not know his name.
―A long time ago, there was a great horse head called the Thousand-Salgwijo. He handled the five-cun (about 15 cm) long blades at the tips of his fingers like a ghost. No one who saw the ghost, whether a civilian or an ordinary person, survived.
Yang's martial arts instructor never left out the Thousand Demons when teaching provincial Madou.
It was a name I had heard many times before, but it was never omitted.
She had many nightmares of being chased by a gray-haired thousand-year-old demon.
When such a thousand-year-old ghost appeared in front of her eyes, Yang Yi-hwa was choking her breath.
'Everyone will die.'
A clear voice came to her ears as she stood with her tired face white.
“What is a thousand-year-old ghost?”
It was Namcheon, a non-partisan secular disciple.
Namcheon, the magician, was placed behind her like Yang Yi-hwa.
Yang Yi-hwa was confused for a moment whether this was a dream or reality at the very comfortable voice.
However, when Dongwha High School collapsed with a short scream, I woke up.
She answered quickly, trying to hide her fear.
“It is the great horse head of the previous generation, which was called Gangdong Samak. He handles the five-inch-long blade at the end of both fingers like a ghost. It is said that no one who saw the ghost, whether a civilian or an ordinary person, survived.”
Was it because I heard nails in my ears?
What I knew about the Thousand Demons flowed out.
“You mean you’re a mean old man who deserves to die?”
“Yeah, but it’s Madura who avoids even Chilpa… … .”
Yang Yi-Hwa slurred her words.
He didn't seem to understand what he just said.
They said that no one who saw the ghost, whether a civilian or an ordinary person, could survive.
When she thought that far, she was overcome with despair again.
Unlike Waryongjang, which ended in closure, it seemed that bloodshed would follow at Yeongamugwan.
Because the Thousand Demons, who were educated since childhood, were such Madou.
As her heart thumped with fear, Yang Yi-Hwa turned her gaze toward the Haze Bag.
'Why don't you tell people to run away?'
She wondered why she had learned that at the head of the sheep, but Hyeonmu Baek hadn't.
The thousand-year-old ghost stood up and slowly approached Donghwa High School.
Even while watching that, Waryong Swordsman Yeonmubaek, Sanhae Sword Ryungcheong Jeong, Gowol Swordsman Baek Hwasim, Nanhwa Sword Kang Subin, and Bicheonildo Yang Sumyung did not dare to step forward.
‘Nakyangsamui’ is the most adept among the warriors of Yeongamugwan.
It was only natural that she saw the ‘Luoyang Three Clothes’ become a super-corpse sword right in front of her eyes.
Hyeonmubaek secretly looked around.
One hundred and fifty enemies spread out like a crane spreading its wings.
In front of him are Juyeon-sin, who can be said to be the best master of Georyeok, Yu-baek Cho, Yu-baek of Chunroe-do, Woo Byeong-in, and the heads of three foreign parties.
Even if you look at it, it seems that the Thousand Years Old is rampaging in front and they support it from behind.
Seeing their murderous eyes, it seemed that they had no intention of saving a single person.
'What should I do with this?'
I didn't know that the Iron Blood Room would give such precipitation.
It is taboo to exterminate the other side in a dispute between principalities. This is to avoid giving the opposing faction an excuse to assemble.
It seems that Iron Blood Room has decided to break that taboo today.
Seeing the Sangvis swordsmen surrounded by overwhelming numbers, it was impossible to escape.
I wanted to show that even earthworms wriggle, but I don't think there's even a chance for that.
Yeonjeokha took out a bundle of amulets from his arms and muttered to himself.
“Come to think of it, I think I’m really nice. Like that old man, you don't use all the tricks. There will be no one who gives the opponent a chance like me.”
A sigh escaped Yanghwa's mouth as he glanced back at Namcheon.
In his hand was a bunch of amulets.
Did you take out the talisman even after seeing ‘Lakyangsamui’ bereaved?
Yeon Jeok-ha, feeling her gaze, spoke as if making excuses.
“I made a lot last night just in case. Because this is a very cumbersome task. I’m busy, but I’m distracted for no reason.”
“… … .”
Yang Hwa did not respond.
Namcheon is a magician, so an amulet would be his best.
It's as if he's holding a spear himself, though it's useless.
“This is called the Thunderbolt. It was difficult to handle at first, but after a little practice, it got better.”
Yang Hwa looked at him with a complicated face.
He didn't even ask, so I don't know why he keeps saying hanamanahan.
“Originally, they say that you have to pray to Gucheon Cheungwon, Thunderseongbohwacheonjon, who is in charge of thunderbolts, but I don’t have to. who said that The shorter the order, the better.”
Even if it wasn't so, the distraught Yang-Hwa spoke cautiously.
“Namcheon Sohyup, I’m not curious.”
“It is very strange. Everyone is curious. Alright then, let's get started, shall we? Gucheon Hyeonnyeo, I only rely on her, so please use her divine power to reveal her lightning power [九天玄女 但憑 霹靂 威 神力].”
Along with the spell, Yeonjeokha snapped his fingers.
A talisman flew like a darting arrow toward the Thousand Demons.
hiss-.
The 1,000-year-old demon who had been beheading Donghwa High School with a black-edged demon turned his head.
Unexpectedly, an amulet was flying.
“What is this… … .”
He waved his left hand lightly as if chasing a fly.
Saaa...
The tangible aura from the ghost cleaved the talisman.
However, right before the jogi (爪氣) touched the amulet, the amulet burst into flames in the air.
"huh?"
Lee Chae was young in the eyes of the thousand-year-old ghost.
It seems that the sorcerer was mixed with Yeongamugwan.
The corners of his mouth rose slightly.
Yes, you must be drunk.
If the opponent isn't on the level of the 12 Horsemen of the famous cult, it's not even worth worrying about.
But that thought didn't last long.
Suddenly, black clouds were gathering over her head.
It's time to look at it quietly, wondering what kind of harmony this is.
Kwakwang! boom-!
Suddenly, a bolt of lightning fell.
The astonished Thousand Ghost hurriedly fell to the side.
Dongwha High School, startled by the sudden thunderstorm, hurriedly left its seat.
“Who are you!”
The Thousand Ghosts, who had evacuated to the safe zone, fiercely glared at the soldiers of Yeongamugwan.
Did he dare to use the magic trick he requested in front of the evil god?
His white beard trembled at the belated shame.
Yeonjeokha said with a face like ‘Oops!’.
"this! I forgot. I should have stopped the opponent from moving first. It's far, it's far."
Yeonjeokha, who had hit my head, pulled out another amulet.
It was an immovable bride.
The eyes of the soldiers of Yeongamugwan all at once turned to Yeonjeokha.
It's a face everyone can't believe.
Without hesitation, whether or not to do so, I threw four copies of the Immortal Bride.
The Thousand Demons hesitated when the amulet flew again.
Not one, but four, so I had no idea what to do first.
"dare!"
Together with Daegal Ilseong, the Thousand Ghosts ran towards the amulet.
Rather than running around like the sewers, he chose to fight head-on.
Shii-shii-shii-.
Ten strands of crayfish extended from both hands and swept away the amulet.
But what is this?
Isn't the talisman fluttering like a butterfly avoiding early birds!
Surprised, the Thousand Ghosts looked for the sorcerer in desperation.
He wanted to know how he moved the talisman.
'omg! Is it a sword?'
At the rear of the group, a strange-looking young man was making a sword decision.
'Could it be the technique of the sword?'
However, considering the magician's young age, that is impossible.
Rather, it is correct to think of it as part of the sorcery method.
'I guess not.'
The thousand-year-old ghost shook his head vigorously to shake off his thoughts.
In the meantime, the four talismans were fixed in the air in the north, south, east, west, and centered on him.
'Is it a thunderbolt again?'
However, the amulet did not burn and disappear like before.
It looks like he's trying to use something different.
“No way!”
Thinking that it would be enough for him to leave his seat, the thousand-year-old ghost kicked off the ground and flew to the sorcerer.
no he was going to
However, both legs did not move as if they were rooted to the ground.
Every time he tried to move, intangible pressure came from all sides.
Belatedly, the thousand-year-old demon found out that he had fallen for his opponent's trick.
“Yeonja! what is your name?”
Yeon Jeok-ha, who was picking out the Byeokgeok wealth from the bundle of amulets in his hand, replied bluntly.
“What does an old man who is about to die take care of?”
“The name of this body is Thousand-year-old. I'm sure you've even heard of it at least once?"
"I don't know. Do not talk to me."
Yeonjeokha pulled out one of the walls and lightly bounced it.
"omg! What are you doing during the conversation?”
Fire-.
In front of the Thousand Demons, the wall force part was set on fire.
Then dark clouds gathered over the head of the thousand-year-old ghost.
Soon, a bolt of lightning pierced the body of the Thousand Demons.
Kwakwang! Boom! boom-!
“Aagh!”
The desperate screams of the Thousand Demons echoed through the night sky.
After a while, the dark clouds disappeared.
Under the white moonlight, the whole body of the Thousand Demons was revealed.
Surprisingly, he survived being hit by dozens of lightning bolts.
Although his well-groomed gray hair stretched to the sky, and his clothes were burnt in places, his eyes were clear.
“I am a person from the Demonic Cult. If you kill me, you will die too. If you release me now, I'll do everything and go back. How are you?”
"joy! He's making the sound of fermented soybeans with poop. What didn't happen was bullshit. Do I look so stupid?”
The Thousand Demons could not refute.
as he said
There were too many eyewitnesses to dismiss it as nothing.
If today's affairs reach the ears of the masters of the Demonic Cult, that man will not be able to sleep on both feet. It's because Kang-ho's life is to die and die for one's pride.
Yeonjeokha looked at the celestial demon with cold eyes.
Just a while ago, when he licked the blood of ‘Nakyang Samui’ and talked about death, his fate was decided.
This time, he held the four pieces of wall force between his fingers.
In an instant, the Thousand Demon's eyes widened.
He almost died from one amulet, but four!
I can't even hope for luck in front of that number. must die
“Sah, save me! please!"
Then, like the Thousand-Year-Old Demon, he licked his talisman with the tip of his tongue and said,
“Old man, don’t be afraid of death.”
Soon, the four amulets flew flutteringly at the Thousand Demons.
As the talisman approached, the thousand-year-old bird screamed madly with a white face.
"no! please! stop! stop!"
“Gucheon Hyeonnyeo, I only depend on you, so please show the wall power with your divine power.”
As Yeonjeokha calmly recited the spell, the four amulets were engulfed in flames.
Whii-i-.
This time, there were so many dark clouds that it was impossible to see an inch ahead.
The new type of Thousand Demons was also swallowed up by the dark clouds.
Kurrureung! Kwakwang! Boom! boom-!
The blue stone on the floor was shaken by the tremendous force of thunder and even the temple halls were shaken.
Episode 390. I don't know. Do not talk to me
Yang Yi-Hwa grabbed the spear in his hand.
His upper body, which had been staggering from the sound of laughter that made his eardrums ring, gradually regained its stability.
It is a situation that relies on a spear pole made of Baek Nak-gon.
Suddenly, I remembered my father's words, "The only thing I can trust is this one spear."
Yang Yi-hwa bit his lip hard.
'I should have trained harder in spearmanship... … .’
Regret is too late no matter how fast it is.
Everyone who heads a sheep household learns how to sing a sheep song from an early age.
But since when did she come closer to gold than spears.
If I had known that a day like today would come, I would never have done it.
Her mouth opened involuntarily as she stared straight ahead with her tense eyes.
“Thousand-year-old ghost?”
It was said that Donghwa High School was definitely a thousand-year-old ghost.
There is no one who grew up in a samurai family and does not know his name.
―A long time ago, there was a great horse head called the Thousand-Salgwijo. He handled the five-cun (about 15 cm) long blades at the tips of his fingers like a ghost. No one who saw the ghost, whether a civilian or an ordinary person, survived.
Yang's martial arts instructor never left out the Thousand Demons when teaching provincial Madou.
It was a name I had heard many times before, but it was never omitted.
She had many nightmares of being chased by a gray-haired thousand-year-old demon.
When such a thousand-year-old ghost appeared in front of her eyes, Yang Yi-hwa was choking her breath.
'Everyone will die.'
A clear voice came to her ears as she stood with her tired face white.
“What is a thousand-year-old ghost?”
It was Namcheon, a non-partisan secular disciple.
Namcheon, the magician, was placed behind her like Yang Yi-hwa.
Yang Yi-hwa was confused for a moment whether this was a dream or reality at the very comfortable voice.
However, when Dongwha High School collapsed with a short scream, I woke up.
She answered quickly, trying to hide her fear.
“It is the great horse head of the previous generation, which was called Gangdong Samak. He handles the five-inch-long blade at the end of both fingers like a ghost. It is said that no one who saw the ghost, whether a civilian or an ordinary person, survived.”
Was it because I heard nails in my ears?
What I knew about the Thousand Demons flowed out.
“You mean you’re a mean old man who deserves to die?”
“Yeah, but it’s Madura who avoids even Chilpa… … .”
Yang Yi-Hwa slurred her words.
He didn't seem to understand what he just said.
They said that no one who saw the ghost, whether a civilian or an ordinary person, could survive.
When she thought that far, she was overcome with despair again.
Unlike Waryongjang, which ended in closure, it seemed that bloodshed would follow at Yeongamugwan.
Because the Thousand Demons, who were educated since childhood, were such Madou.
As her heart thumped with fear, Yang Yi-Hwa turned her gaze toward the Haze Bag.
'Why don't you tell people to run away?'
She wondered why she had learned that at the head of the sheep, but Hyeonmu Baek hadn't.
The thousand-year-old ghost stood up and slowly approached Donghwa High School.
Even while watching that, Waryong Swordsman Yeonmubaek, Sanhae Sword Ryungcheong Jeong, Gowol Swordsman Baek Hwasim, Nanhwa Sword Kang Subin, and Bicheonildo Yang Sumyung did not dare to step forward.
‘Nakyangsamui’ is the most adept among the warriors of Yeongamugwan.
It was only natural that she saw the ‘Luoyang Three Clothes’ become a super-corpse sword right in front of her eyes.
Hyeonmubaek secretly looked around.
One hundred and fifty enemies spread out like a crane spreading its wings.
In front of him are Juyeon-sin, who can be said to be the best master of Georyeok, Yu-baek Cho, Yu-baek of Chunroe-do, Woo Byeong-in, and the heads of three foreign parties.
Even if you look at it, it seems that the Thousand Years Old is rampaging in front and they support it from behind.
Seeing their murderous eyes, it seemed that they had no intention of saving a single person.
'What should I do with this?'
I didn't know that the Iron Blood Room would give such precipitation.
It is taboo to exterminate the other side in a dispute between principalities. This is to avoid giving the opposing faction an excuse to assemble.
It seems that Iron Blood Room has decided to break that taboo today.
Seeing the Sangvis swordsmen surrounded by overwhelming numbers, it was impossible to escape.
I wanted to show that even earthworms wriggle, but I don't think there's even a chance for that.
Yeonjeokha took out a bundle of amulets from his arms and muttered to himself.
“Come to think of it, I think I’m really nice. Like that old man, you don't use all the tricks. There will be no one who gives the opponent a chance like me.”
A sigh escaped Yanghwa's mouth as he glanced back at Namcheon.
In his hand was a bunch of amulets.
Did you take out the talisman even after seeing ‘Lakyangsamui’ bereaved?
Yeon Jeok-ha, feeling her gaze, spoke as if making excuses.
“I made a lot last night just in case. Because this is a very cumbersome task. I’m busy, but I’m distracted for no reason.”
“… … .”
Yang Hwa did not respond.
Namcheon is a magician, so an amulet would be his best.
It's as if he's holding a spear himself, though it's useless.
“This is called the Thunderbolt. It was difficult to handle at first, but after a little practice, it got better.”
Yang Hwa looked at him with a complicated face.
He didn't even ask, so I don't know why he keeps saying hanamanahan.
“Originally, they say that you have to pray to Gucheon Cheungwon, Thunderseongbohwacheonjon, who is in charge of thunderbolts, but I don’t have to. who said that The shorter the order, the better.”
Even if it wasn't so, the distraught Yang-Hwa spoke cautiously.
“Namcheon Sohyup, I’m not curious.”
“It is very strange. Everyone is curious. Alright then, let's get started, shall we? Gucheon Hyeonnyeo, I only rely on her, so please use her divine power to reveal her lightning power [九天玄女 但憑 霹靂 威 神力].”
Along with the spell, Yeonjeokha snapped his fingers.
A talisman flew like a darting arrow toward the Thousand Demons.
hiss-.
The 1,000-year-old demon who had been beheading Donghwa High School with a black-edged demon turned his head.
Unexpectedly, an amulet was flying.
“What is this… … .”
He waved his left hand lightly as if chasing a fly.
Saaa...
The tangible aura from the ghost cleaved the talisman.
However, right before the jogi (爪氣) touched the amulet, the amulet burst into flames in the air.
"huh?"
Lee Chae was young in the eyes of the thousand-year-old ghost.
It seems that the sorcerer was mixed with Yeongamugwan.
The corners of his mouth rose slightly.
Yes, you must be drunk.
If the opponent isn't on the level of the 12 Horsemen of the famous cult, it's not even worth worrying about.
But that thought didn't last long.
Suddenly, black clouds were gathering over her head.
It's time to look at it quietly, wondering what kind of harmony this is.
Kwakwang! boom-!
Suddenly, a bolt of lightning fell.
The astonished Thousand Ghost hurriedly fell to the side.
Dongwha High School, startled by the sudden thunderstorm, hurriedly left its seat.
“Who are you!”
The Thousand Ghosts, who had evacuated to the safe zone, fiercely glared at the soldiers of Yeongamugwan.
Did he dare to use the magic trick he requested in front of the evil god?
His white beard trembled at the belated shame.
Yeonjeokha said with a face like ‘Oops!’.
"this! I forgot. I should have stopped the opponent from moving first. It's far, it's far."
Yeonjeokha, who had hit my head, pulled out another amulet.
It was an immovable bride.
The eyes of the soldiers of Yeongamugwan all at once turned to Yeonjeokha.
It's a face everyone can't believe.
Without hesitation, whether or not to do so, I threw four copies of the Immortal Bride.
The Thousand Demons hesitated when the amulet flew again.
Not one, but four, so I had no idea what to do first.
"dare!"
Together with Daegal Ilseong, the Thousand Ghosts ran towards the amulet.
Rather than running around like the sewers, he chose to fight head-on.
Shii-shii-shii-.
Ten strands of crayfish extended from both hands and swept away the amulet.
But what is this?
Isn't the talisman fluttering like a butterfly avoiding early birds!
Surprised, the Thousand Ghosts looked for the sorcerer in desperation.
He wanted to know how he moved the talisman.
'omg! Is it a sword?'
At the rear of the group, a strange-looking young man was making a sword decision.
'Could it be the technique of the sword?'
However, considering the magician's young age, that is impossible.
Rather, it is correct to think of it as part of the sorcery method.
'I guess not.'
The thousand-year-old ghost shook his head vigorously to shake off his thoughts.
In the meantime, the four talismans were fixed in the air in the north, south, east, west, and centered on him.
'Is it a thunderbolt again?'
However, the amulet did not burn and disappear like before.
It looks like he's trying to use something different.
“No way!”
Thinking that it would be enough for him to leave his seat, the thousand-year-old ghost kicked off the ground and flew to the sorcerer.
no he was going to
However, both legs did not move as if they were rooted to the ground.
Every time he tried to move, intangible pressure came from all sides.
Belatedly, the thousand-year-old demon found out that he had fallen for his opponent's trick.
“Yeonja! what is your name?”
Yeon Jeok-ha, who was picking out the Byeokgeok wealth from the bundle of amulets in his hand, replied bluntly.
“What does an old man who is about to die take care of?”
“The name of this body is Thousand-year-old. I'm sure you've even heard of it at least once?"
"I don't know. Do not talk to me."
Yeonjeokha pulled out one of the walls and lightly bounced it.
"omg! What are you doing during the conversation?”
Fire-.
In front of the Thousand Demons, the wall force part was set on fire.
Then dark clouds gathered over the head of the thousand-year-old ghost.
Soon, a bolt of lightning pierced the body of the Thousand Demons.
Kwakwang! Boom! boom-!
“Aagh!”
The desperate screams of the Thousand Demons echoed through the night sky.
After a while, the dark clouds disappeared.
Under the white moonlight, the whole body of the Thousand Demons was revealed.
Surprisingly, he survived being hit by dozens of lightning bolts.
Although his well-groomed gray hair stretched to the sky, and his clothes were burnt in places, his eyes were clear.
“I am a person from the Demonic Cult. If you kill me, you will die too. If you release me now, I'll do everything and go back. How are you?”
"joy! He's making the sound of fermented soybeans with poop. What didn't happen was bullshit. Do I look so stupid?”
The Thousand Demons could not refute.
as he said
There were too many eyewitnesses to dismiss it as nothing.
If today's affairs reach the ears of the masters of the Demonic Cult, that man will not be able to sleep on both feet. It's because Kang-ho's life is to die and die for one's pride.
Yeonjeokha looked at the celestial demon with cold eyes.
Just a while ago, when he licked the blood of ‘Nakyang Samui’ and talked about death, his fate was decided.
This time, he held the four pieces of wall force between his fingers.
In an instant, the Thousand Demon's eyes widened.
He almost died from one amulet, but four!
I can't even hope for luck in front of that number. must die
“Sah, save me! please!"
Then, like the Thousand-Year-Old Demon, he licked his talisman with the tip of his tongue and said,
“Old man, don’t be afraid of death.”
Soon, the four amulets flew flutteringly at the Thousand Demons.
As the talisman approached, the thousand-year-old bird screamed madly with a white face.
"no! please! stop! stop!"
“Gucheon Hyeonnyeo, I only depend on you, so please show the wall power with your divine power.”
As Yeonjeokha calmly recited the spell, the four amulets were engulfed in flames.
Whii-i-.
This time, there were so many dark clouds that it was impossible to see an inch ahead.
The new type of Thousand Demons was also swallowed up by the dark clouds.
Kurrureung! Kwakwang! Boom! boom-!
The blue stone on the floor was shaken by the tremendous force of thunder and even the temple halls were shaken.
