Heavenly Inquisition Sword Chapter 873

Episode 873. Many people ask what this is all about.

As if the black radish wasn’t just a black cloud, it smelled unbearably as it approached.

He frowned at the fishy yet disgusting smell, like the smell of rotten fish.

Is it because of the smell?

The baby started to struggle.

Then, once again, the golden Buddha held out his double pole and shouted.

“Everything is expensive!”

An invisible wave emitted from the golden Buddha’s palm swept the hall.

Whoops-!

In an instant, before Yeon Jeok-ha’s eyes, the days he had lived came to mind like a kaleidoscope.

Abused childhood, stealing in Obong Mountain, a narrow and dark warehouse, and finally a slaughter battle with the clans in Guju.

The moment the end of the Jingeomgang spouting out of the blue sky pointed to the sky, countless ‘incarnations of swords’ appeared in the deep blue sky.

It was a celestial swordsmanship with one point immeasurable and Pora Cheonji’s sword doctor.

For an instant, the sky became heavy enough to lower my head.

Go oh oh-.

If there is such a thing as a swordsman hell, it would be like this.

Blood masters also fired ‘sword forms’ into the sky against the ‘incarnation of the sword’.

Soon after, the ‘incarnation of the sword’ poured down from the sky and the ‘sword type’ shot up from the ground collided in the air.

Kwurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrring! Kwakwang-!

Over a thousand explosions erupted over the canyon.

The gigantic flames that covered the sky above the canyon disappeared as quickly as it seemed futile.

“iced coffee!”

“no!”

The sword shot from the ground disappeared, but the ‘incarnation of the sword’ descending from the sky was still there.

Soon after, the ‘incarnation of the sword’ that fell vertically landed on top of the blood masters.

Kwajijik!

The ‘Incarnation of the Sword’, which had crushed the body, exploded loudly as it locked itself on the ground.

Kwak Kwa Kwa Kwam-!

The bodies of the masters of blood masters were thrown up into the air, and then roughly smashed to pieces on the ground.

Quarre! Smack!

And blood blood blood ….

The plaza, which had been teeming with blood masters until just now, was devastated in an instant.

Hundreds of people survived, but few survived.

Screams of ferocity erupted from among the survivors.

“Aagh!”

“evil!”

The screams of blood masters rang in the ears.

There must have been good times, but only strangely painful memories were vivid.

In an instant, he looked back on his life filled with blood and death.

And when he came to his senses again, his chest was as cold as burnt ash.

The disgusting smell of black radish was no longer painful.

He thought his life was more disgusting than that smell.

Looking back, thousands of lives were taken with the single thought of ‘I want to go back to Jianghu’.

He criticized the twisted desires of the beings living in the Savior, but it was the same with himself.

Or maybe he’s the worse guy.

Their desire is related to ‘survival’, but they did it to ‘return’.

In a word, it is like a dog with poop scolding a dog with chaff.

Unexpectedly in the face of an unknown powerful enemy, he fell into a swamp of self-loathing and futility of life.

“Fuck… What does life look like?”

I lived like I was different while swearing at the other person like that, but I was a worse person.

‘Crying’, he thought at the feeling of self-loathing that had risen.

‘Quack! Will I die?’

Namgoong-yeon felt strange about Yeon Jeok-ha, who had just stood there.

I don’t know why he stays still when his inaction, which has reached the level of a half-god, is no match for such a golden Buddha.

“Hey enemy!”

However, he didn’t reply as if he hadn’t heard anything.

As the black radish rushed to his toes, Namgung-yeon realized something was wrong.

The black radish that passed physical force and the wavelength enough to shake the body.

It seemed that those two had an influence on Yeonjeokha that he was unaware of.

She raised the sound of the phoenix, a high-level technique of the Cheonji sect, and shouted.

“Hey enemy!”

Qurrrr-.

Heaven and earth trembled, but they were immovable.

His ears, which had closed the door of his heart with self-loathing, could not hear anything.

The black radish, which had stopped at the sound of the phoenix, attacked Yeonjeokha.

Surprised, Namgungyeon reached out and grabbed Yeonjeokha and pulled him back.

When the fluttering hem of the dress touched the black radish, ‘Pussu!’ It fell to black ash with a sound.

When the sound of the phoenix failed to wake him up, Namgoongyeon clenched his fists.

If I couldn’t say it, I was going to wake him up, even by hitting him.

It’s the moment she’s about to swing her fist.

The baby who was struggling in her arms cried out as if it would soon pass out of breath.

“Aww! crying-!”

Surprised, Namgung-yeon turned her gaze to the baby.

She thought the graphite and waves had fatally injured the baby.

Fortunately, the baby’s cries soon stopped.

Yeonjeokha, who fell into extreme self-loathing and wished for death, flinched.

‘huh?’

Turns out, he had a baby.

If there’s one thing you’ve done well, it’s protecting your baby.

‘Is the baby crying?’

Baby, it doesn’t matter, but it’s not a baby.

A beam of light poured out of his eyes, which had sunk in darkness.

His heart, which had been cold as ice, circulated hot blood again.

I took a quick look around the sane enemy.

Through the ominous black radish, I could see a golden Buddha exuding five-colored scribes.

‘What is the Cheondun Sword?’

Seeing that the Cheondun Sword, which bounced off the golden Buddha, is nowhere to be seen, it seems that it has returned to the world of Heaven and Earth.

‘What a great guy.’

His tongue fluttered at the ability of a monster in the form of a golden Buddha in a match.

I don’t think I’ve ever collapsed so quickly and defenselessly.

Of course, it would be possible because the slaughter in the Savior remained as a remorse.

The black radish rushed silently.

Yeonjeokha, who was staring at the golden Buddha with a grim face, raised his hand.

The Gucheongeomryeong, which was dwelling in the spirit vein, soared into the sky.

The shadow of the giant Nine Heaven Sword Spirits, measuring ten pieces (approximately 30 meters), was cast on the ground.

When Yeonjeokha drew the sword, the Gucheon Sword Spirit fell on top of the golden Buddha like a thunderbolt.

Aside from the sharpness, the size alone is enough to turn the gold Buddha into powder.

coo-!

The golden Buddha shattered with the sound of a huge bell ringing.

The Gucheon Sword Spirit, who destroyed the Golden Buddha, disappeared like a lie.

Sarah Rock-.

The black radish turned to powder like grains of sand and landed on the ground.

The piled up grains of sand soon permeated into the ground like water and disappeared.

Yeon Jeok-ha turned to Namgung-yeon and said as if nothing had happened.

“how is it? I like it?”

Namgung-yeon nodded as he looked around the ruined oxygen shaft.

“so so?”

“to? What is it all right?”

Then, Namgung-yeon pointed to the outer palaces that still remain.

“ah! Anything left? I’ll clean it up for you.”

Taking out the Cheondun Sword from the air, the enemy immediately unleashed the Gucheongu Sword Ohshik Sangeom Myeoji (散劍滅地).

Tsutsutsutsut-!

Hundreds of sword spirits that stretched out like the flesh of a fan penetrated the entire hall.

Kwarrrrr- Kwareung-!

After sinking all of the surrounding palaces in a row, raise your hands ‘Tak-tak!’ brushed

“Do you like it now? customer?”

“Whoops! For dessert, I want to eat at Cheonram Sochuk.”

“Yes, yes, I will take care of it.”

When Yeon Jeok-ha used the fortune-telling technique, white clouds bloomed beneath their feet.

Soon, clouds carrying the two floated up into the sky.

The mysterious cloud circled around the oxygen axis and flew towards Namgung Sega.

***

Namjikryeseong, which had been quiet, was noisy due to the disaster that occurred in Soho.

“Yeon Jeok-ha and Namgung-yeon made the Musan-so-chuk ruins!”

“Musan Nangrang, Maehwa Lee, and the twelve horsemen of Musanchuk died without even leaving a corpse behind!”

“Finally, Namgung Sega pulled out his sword at Myunggyo Bridge!”

“When Hocheonmaeng hid and turned the Murim concubine, the Namgung family destroyed the Yumyeong Bridge!”

People praised Namgung family and criticized Ho Chun-Meng’s slow response.

It was unfair as Hocheonmaeng, who was aiming for the time of Geongon, but did not make excuses.

Above all, it was difficult to express one’s position recklessly because it was related to Yeon Jeok-ha and Namgung-yeon.

Southern directness.

Hefei.

Namgung Se.

around noon.

In Changgunggak, the family home office, a man and a woman were sitting around drinking tea.

They are Namgung Byeok, the Sword King, Namgung Jin, the Daeju Cheoksa Swordsman of the Changchundae, and Ma Cheondeok, the Seungwoon Swordsman of the Hwasan faction, the shaman’s natural master of the Shaman faction, the messenger of the Hocheon Alliance.

Since all the messengers of the Hocheonmaeng were friendly people under the age of rivalry – even while the Nammaeng and Hocheonmaeng were in conflict – the atmosphere was friendly.

However, that is possible only when the topic of conversation is personal gossip.

“By the way, the Moorim Festival of the Mid-Autumn Festival. Coincidentally, the Hocheon Maeng sent Murim’s concubine, but the Nam Maeng sent another separately. The date is also the same, so many people ask what this is. Is there a difference between Hocheonmaeng and Nammaeng?”

Everyone shut their mouths at the words of the bulyeongseonja.

A strange silence settled in Changgunggak, where the conversation had not stopped.

Namgungjin spoke briefly on behalf of Namgung Byeok.

“It is different. The Hocheon League is in Henan, and our Southern League is in Namjirye Castle, aren’t we?”

Anyone can see that the answer is beyond the point of the question.

However, the envoys of Hocheonmaeng knew that Nammaeng wanted to draw a line with Hocheonmaeng.

Bulyeongseonja looked at the Namgung wall and Namgungjeon with a sad face.

“In the past, when I was fighting against the famous religion, I even received help from Sapa. However, I think it would do more harm than good if the political faction splits into Hocheon and Southern Alliances to fight.”

Then Namgoongjin answered again.

“Since you talk about the past, I will also say something. Our Namgung family has always stood at the forefront in the war against the famous religion. I don’t know if you know it, but the current Namgungsedo was rebuilt on top of the ruins. By the way. During the days of Jeongui-maeng and Cheonji-maeng, no one showed interest in the fallen Namgung family. Rather, when the Namgung family declined, they tried to step on it. The Southern Alliance was created as a self-rescue measure because no one protected our rights and interests. Shall we say that the breakwaters in Namjilgyeseong are trying to help each other? When I have to bleed, I hold out my hand to fight together, but when the fight is over, I don’t want to continue that kind of relationship anymore. I don’t know if this has been answered.”

The messengers of Hocheonmaeng could not refute.

In fact, during the Justice League days, people believed that the Namgung Sega would fall like this.

This is because the rise and fall of Moorimsa is nothing new.

So, let alone support, the Namgung family was discriminated against at every event.

The celestial guru carefully took the fortune.

“Of course, it is true that the Justice League and the Heaven and Earth League prevented smooth work. But you can’t ruin your future with past mistakes, can you?”

“Do you think the future will be ruined if the Hucheon Meng and the Southern Meng do not unite?”

“In the past, even though orthodox factions formed alliances, they were unable to stop famous religions. Even more so, isn’t it a situation where famous religious leaders and foreign ships have joined in?”

Master Cheonseong looked at Namgoongjin with pitying eyes.

Even for the Hocheonmaeng and Nammaeng, the Nammaeng had to be absorbed into the Hocheonmaeng.

However, Namgoongjin was unmoved.

“In our southern alliance, there are Namcheon Yeonjeokha and Namgungyeon, the wife of Empress Tenjeon. isn’t it? Lord Lord?”

Namgung Jin suddenly pulled him in, and Namgung Byeok smiled and nodded.

“I know how you feel. But I am of the same opinion as Daeju of Changchundae. Don’t worry about our work.