The Grand Mudang Saga [Path of the Shaman]

Episode 391

Puck! Pak! chin.

“Ha ha ha… Phew…”

Jinmu exhaled heavily, stopped punching and stared at Yang Chunbaek, then stood up straight as he grabbed hold of him.

Tup.

Yang Chunbaek was limp as if his spine had been completely crushed.

“Damn it, there’s still one more gate left.”

Jinmu, who turned his head slightly, grumbled annoyedly as he looked at the final gateway.

Majongjiro… It’s filthy long. I’m going to die on my way to the devil’s servant.

Later, if you defeat Northern Lidocheon and become the owner of the Demonic Cult, you will get rid of this procedure.

If there is a challenger, I will personally come down and greet him. Won.

Anyway, I wasted quite a lot of good luck.

It would have been a big deal if the owner of the last yukje North Riga was holding out at that gateway even though the arm was not in good shape.

Moreover, by now the elders and the warriors of the Senate were chasing after them…

“Stop!”

“…”

Damn, are you here already?

Jinmu, who took a calm breath, took a close look at the soldiers who appeared from behind.

Below, they are blocked by a gateway above, so it seems that they cannot go anywhere.

The top of Tianshan Mountain is not far away.

“bloke! Can’t we let Hyo-dok’s master go!”

“…”

An old man yelled vigorously at Jinmu, who was holding Yang Chunbaek like a bundle of luggage.

The throat is also large. You can speak quietly, but make a loud noise.

Let’s see… A lot of them came.

I didn’t know it when I broke through, but there are so many.

It seems that the pride of the Demonic Cult is all a thing of the past. It’s like trying to catch me and swarming in droves and harassing me.

“this guy! Can’t you hear me!”

“…”

That old man’s face is somehow familiar. I think he had a name that said something about Cheongpung.

Not only that, but the old people next to them are also familiar faces.

In fact, they must be old people who lived in the same generation during the Revolutionary War, so to speak.

When Jimmoo suddenly recalled memories of the past and laughed, the giants of the Senate turned on their eyes and glared at him.

“Is this little guy laughing?”

“…”

Then, is it crying?

The more difficult times like this, the more you have to laugh to think positively and overcome moments of crisis.

Even after being so old, I still don’t know that tsk tsk.

Well, how can you guys know life when you’re stuck in the mountains of heaven and are busy condescending?

Anyway, what to do from now on?

These guys are also these guys, but I need to completely drive out the miasma quickly….

It was not unusual for my right hand to throb.

In addition, due to the somewhat unreasonableness of catching Hwabulyu and Yangchunbaek, the remaining miasma intensified and his arms were dyed bluish again.

I don’t know if this is why my whole body turns blue. It’s good to be the first person in the world, but I hate being a one-armed man…

Shall we hand over Yang Chunbaek and ask for a truce?

After thinking about it for a while, someone’s words sounded in Jinmu’s ear.

“How could a midfielder with no blood on his head mess up the Demonic Cult so much?”

“…”

It was a middle-aged soldier standing behind the old man who was talking about something.

Normally, if I had to talk to myself like that for 100 days, I would have laughed generously and passed it over, but my body was so tired that I couldn’t hear it at all.

Those who don’t have the confidence to come forward and say it, but believe in the joke…

Jinmu’s nasty temper, which is close to incurable, forgot the situation and stuck his head out abruptly.

I started to hate the fact that I was compromising on things like that.

Once I started to struggle, I couldn’t get out of hand. Jinmu chewed his lips and shouted out loud.

“hey!”

Jinmu’s angular gaze turned to the murmuring warrior.

“Can a person live if the blood dries up in his head? Can you pop the head and dry it in the sun?”

“What?”

“Where are you fucking talking about such a beggar?”

“What?”

The face of the middle-aged soldier, who could not bear to step forward because of the presence of the soldiers of the Senate, turned red.

“and you.”

“…”

Jinmu lifted up Ilhui and pointed out the old man.

“Why do you keep squealing and screaming?”

“….”

“If they come in droves and threaten you, who gets scared?”

Jinmu randomly threw Yang Chunbaek behind him and then stood in front of him.

If you die, you lose. I never wanted to bend to those guys.

Although the battle with Northern Lidocheon remained, that was that and this was this.

“If you are confident, come and take me. Don’t brush the muzzle of a guy who’s the equivalent of an elder of the Demonic Cult.”

“…”

What is the blue roof? No, the wrinkled eyes of Lee Hak-seong, the current senior citizen of the state of Cheongbung, narrowed fiercely.

In-house Jinmu who challenges the seat of power.

Even though all the warriors of Cheonsan jumped into the defense of the Lujia and blocked it, all the Yujies fell at the author’s feet, except for the gatekeeper of the Qing Dynasty who raised his hand after being defeated and came to the gate of Northern Liga by himself.

A man so brilliant. There has never been a person at that age who has such an incompetence, and there may never be one in the future.

Now, in the current Demonic Cult, there is only one existence that can deal with the author on a one-on-one basis.

For that reason, it had to be stopped now.

As Hwabulyu claims, it is not a problem for the author to write history as a Protestant religion rather than a demonic religion and to change traditions and laws.

It was the natural authority of the owner, so it was not a matter for them to discuss.

The reason why all the elders of the Demonic Cult, who had not lifted their heavy hips for a long time, poured out and stopped the author for a different reason.

The author was also a sapaecheonju, but before that, he was a shaman. He was a formal disciple of a shaman and a young hero of the Jungwon faction.

Standing at the top of such a person meant that the Demonic Cult would be defeated by the Central Plains faction, regardless of individual or influence.

This was not simply a matter of strong self-esteem. Even more so, isn’t Cheonsan, which was so strong, being trampled on by that one person?

It had nothing to do with how the fight with the headmaster was concluded.

Even now, it will be recorded as an indelible disgrace in the history of the Demonic Cult.

No more. As far as going to the top, it was absolutely necessary to stop it.

“What are you doing? not confident? Do you think I won’t be alone?”

“….”

Despite Jinmu’s provocation, Lee Hakseong didn’t react at all and just stared at him with a cold face.

“Good good. If you’re afraid of being alone, let’s jump together. I will be happy to deal with you. Throw away the pride of being a Demonic Cultist.”

Lee Hakseong wasn’t that stupid.

He was a senator and a warrior who had lived in Moorim for a long time.

Now, we know that Jinmu’s words are meant to hurt their pride and prevent them from working together, whether he wants it or not.

Breathing out calmly.

He must be slowly recovering his strength over time.

The Taoist seondanbeop is a symbol of purity, so just maintaining proper breathing can restore one’s inner strength.

In addition, there is no doubt that he is waiting for his colleagues who will be following him now.

Even the blank period had turned around, so it would be a strong source of strength.

Lee Hak-seong raised his hand with a heavy heart.

Rather than pride, he chose not to leave a single shameful line in the history of the Demonic Cult.

“Listen, everyone!”

Lee Hak-sung’s voice resounded everywhere.

“From now on, I will regard the author not as someone who challenges the throne, but as an enemy who has trampled on the Demonic Cult. Having defeated the flesh, his strength is indescribable. So, warriors of the Demonic Cult, do everything in your power to defeat the enemy!”

“….”

Jinmu’s face slightly distorted, although he boasted, but he didn’t expect that Lee Hak-seong would really order a joint operation.

damn old man Did you really do this?

good. I also have no intention of picking up what I said.

Let’s go somewhere to the end.

Jinmu, who took a calm breath, spread seonki all over his body.

The cold energy of the heavenly mountain flowed deep in the lungs and spread throughout the body along with the refreshing sage energy.

Although his physical condition was not perfect, he was a Jinmu who had martial arts close to perfection. It was worth trying.

right hand? What the fuck did you cut that much.

Among the one-armed people, where was one or two famous warriors?

I’d rather give up an arm, but I’d never kneel.

But remember. my arms are expensive

There’s nothing wrong with your hair. It should be enough to erase Cheonsan without a trace.

oh oh

There was no turning back for Jinmu, who had made up his mind.

As he scratched the Seongi inside his body to the floor and raised it, the energy that stretched out immediately glowed blue, increasing his presence.

Wudang Mountain, Gyun County, Hubei Province.

In other words, it is a sacred place for Taoists called Mt. Taihe.

It consists of 72 huge peaks, starting with Cheonjubong, and there are dozens of valleys that meander through the bizarre mountains.

The practitioners of shamans have been polishing their minds like a beautiful landscape, looking down at the world from the foot of the huge mountain that stretches its stem toward the Dead Sea.

I am the shaman’s sword, representing the shaman’s Palgung, Yiguan thirty-six hermitages, and seventy-two hermitages.

Come on.

I’ll show you the spirit of the shaman.

Whoops.

Resonating with Jinmu’s momentum, Ilhui let out a magnificent cry and vomited a blue glow.

At the same time, Jinmu’s hands and feet, which threw up an Ilhui, moved as if dancing, drawing a single posture.

Although it moved, it was not flashy and lively, but it was not artificial, so it was comfortable and natural like the movement of wind and clouds.

Swoop.

Jinmu, who put his right foot forward, stopped for an instant.

A step that has stopped but does not feel like it has stopped.

He seemed to be in constant motion, and the motion continued endlessly and drew a path.

The highest level of shaman’s kwon-gak technique that makes even the trembling of breathing feel like movement.

Non-geohyungongkwon (無極玄功拳).

At one point, when Jimmu’s half-opened eyes looked ahead with a soft light, the warriors of the Demonic Cult felt stuffy, as if a huge mountain had taken root and blocked their way.

“The basic teaching of Seondo is Gyedo… but for today, I will kill everyone. Come see.”

“…”

A strange skill.

What radiated from Jinmu’s body was not the gentleness unique to Seongi, but a violent storm of murder and cruelty.

Lee Hak-seong, who gave the order, as well as no one from the Demonic Cult could move their feet.

Knowing that the moment they move, they will be trampled on…

And in that suffocating confrontation, a man who appeared at the gate walked slowly and intervened.

“…”

The man with his hands behind his back approached with a relaxed expression, blocked Jinmu’s way, and stopped at the warriors of the Demonic Cult.

Then, with a cold expression, he opened his mouth.

“What’s the matter with the head of the Senate?”

“…”

Lee Hak-seong’s face distorted at those words he spat out calmly.

He couldn’t have been unaware of their movements. Still, he was speaking as if he had known him for the first time.

“The elder, the head of the elders, is also here.”

“….”

“All of the elders from the previous generation, who were so shy about this, all attended.”

Every time the man’s words and eyes met, the warriors who were confronting Jinmu flinched and avoided their gaze.

The man who appeared was none other than Bukri Dopyeong, the owner of Bukri, a member of the Six Emperors and the guardian of the last gate of Cheonsan.

Recognizing his face, Jinmu let out a deep sigh.

Shit things are getting more and more twisted.