Heavenly Inquisition Sword Chapter 895

895 times. I’m not playing with people’s lives. About

250 demons who arrived late lined up like a folding screen behind Danjesan, the cheonjama of the Demonic Sect.

However, they did not intervene in Danjesan’s fight at all.

Wouldn’t it be known if it was a lower life (下生) and an unborn (未生)?

Even Sangsaeng doesn’t like others getting involved in their fights.

Not to mention the celestials.

Rather, they thought they had been insulted and even killed anyone who intervened.

Before that, there was no one with the ability to intervene in a thousand-level fight called the level of success.

So no matter how many the number is, you have no choice but to look at it with your eyes wide open.

The face of Dansonik, the head of the personal bodyguard under the direct control of the head of the church, hardened lightly.

It was clear that Sang Sang-se was the Cheonma Gyeong-hon (天魔驚魂), the non-sword master of the Demonic Cult.

Of course, it is true that the heavenly horse race, which is the secret technique of religious masters, is superior to the time-space division of life and death.

However, while the Gyoju has prospered in time and space, the spirit of the heavenly horse is still at the level of seven stars.

No matter how good it is, wouldn’t it be better to be a great swordsman than an incomplete swordsman?

But in fact, Danjesan had a reason to write the Cheonma Gyeonghon.

Excessive internal energy is consumed to the extent of exacerbation in construction division.

If you open it twice in a row, it will obviously drain your strength, so you have no choice but to be patient.

On the other hand, the martial arts of the Chunma-ryu, the vision of the religious leaders, consumed less internal energy.

So, even if you are at the level of seven stars, you can take it out without any burden.

Dansonik and the masters of the Demonic Cult paid attention to the cult leader’s upper class.

They had no doubts that the master swordsman would slaughter the southern enemy.

It was because the sword of the Heavenly Demon was absolute not only to the Demonic Cult but also to the Murim people.

At the tip of Danjesan’s raised sword, white brain energy sprang up like fireworks.

Parts Tsutsut-!

As the sword body heated up to white, Danjesan shouted as if he were a grim reaper.

“Like! Know that it is an honor to be killed by the Heavenly Demon’s sword attack!”

Then, just as Danjesan was about to swing his sword, a red sword appeared above his head.

As the shadow suddenly fell, the demon cultists and Danjesan raised their heads.

Until then, they had regarded it as a sudden change in the weather.

Upon seeing the red sword the size of 10 pieces (about 30 meters), Mt. Danje instantly hardened like a stone statue.

My brain went blank.

Astonished, he reflexively cast the Heavenly Demon’s Spirit.

Aaaah-.

The sword steel of the heavenly demon spirit condensed in the sword body flew towards the red sword.

Kwaaang-!

With the sound of an explosion that made the heavens and the earth vibrate, the sword of the Heavenly Demon’s soul flew away.

Soowook-.

The red sword pierced the gaping sword river and fell over Danjesan’s head.

“What!”

Danjesan performed the Heavenly Horse Gyeonghon once again.

Kwaaang-!

However, the sword of the Heavenly Demon’s Spirit was shattered without a scratch on the red sword.

“What!”

In front of the red sword’s transcendent spirit, Danjesan lost his composure.

What he chose as the final winning number was the time-space division of the life-and-death story.

The tip of the sword, which was facing the ground, struck vertically and went up.

As if a hole had been pierced in the sky, the dark space opened its mouth like a monster’s mouth.

But even that was to no avail.

The red sword fell leisurely as if it had transcended even time and space.

Before long, the absolute realm of space-time division was scattered as powder.

Passs-.

Danjesan, whose internal strength was depleted from two time-space battles, struggled to raise his sword.

But it was a pointless outburst.

Kwajik.

The red sword pierced Danjesan Mountain as if an ant had been stamped on it, and it was deeply embedded in the ground.

Danjesan didn’t even leave a corpse as if it had been torn apart by a red sword and buried.

About 250 Demonic Cult masters couldn’t even breathe and looked at the younger enemy.

Ever since the Demonic Cult leader reached the level of success, he thought he had no rival, but he was nothing more than a strong opponent in front of Yeonjeokha’s bizarre swordsman.

It is not an analogy.

Danjesan really looked like a dead mantis crushed by the wheels of a wagon.

Can we call that a human swordsman?

Of course, the best of the six gates of the Demonic Cult, not only the time and space division, but also the Heavenly Demon’s sword skills couldn’t hurt you?

When Yeonjeokha mischievously snapped his fingers, the red sword disappeared without a trace.

Before long, Yeonjeokha waved his hand at the masters of the Demonic Cult.

About 250 Demonic Cult masters rushed in front of Yeonjeok-ha like puppies who obeyed well.

Eventually, Dan Son-ik, who was leading the bodyguards under the direct control of the religious leader, took a step forward.

“Namcheon Grand Gorge. If you spare us today, we will return to Cheonsan and live as benefactors for the rest of our lives.”

He begged for his life before he could say anything.

Revenge of the cult?

No matter how much he squeezed his brain, there was no way he could withstand that red sword, so what kind of revenge was he talking about?

Then, Yeonjeokha shook his head.

“no.”

Knowing that he meant to kill him, Dansonik lowered his head.

‘If 250 people run away at once, how many people will be lucky enough to live?’

He wished to be included among those lucky ones.

If I go back to Tianshan, I will never come out to Jianghu again.

While Dansonik was making such a promise, he heard an unexpected sound.

“It just means you can’t go back.”

Dan Son-Ik, who found a glimmer of hope in Yeonjeok-ha’s words, asked urgently.

“What can we do?”

“Stop by Mokryeonsan Mountain and go.”

“Mt. Magnolia? I’m sorry, but I heard that there is a Hocheonmaeng there. If we go to Mt. Mokryeon, we will definitely run into Hocheonmaeng.”

“know. Still, stop by Mt. Mokryeon and go. And you’ve never met me. By any chance, if I hear rumors that I and the Demonic Cult leader fought here… I will go to Cheonsan and destroy the Demonic Cult.”

“I will never talk about the Great Colossus.”

Dansonik kept his mouth shut and shook his head.

Then, Yeonjeokha glanced at the Demonic Cultists with strange eyes and said.

“It doesn’t matter if I tell you. Do you eat human flesh? i don’t like you very much I think it would be okay to use this opportunity to turn the magic cult into powder.”

“Oh no! We do not eat human flesh. Of course, there are those who eat human flesh, but not all Demonic Cultists eat human flesh.”

“okay? But seeing as they do it in public, it doesn’t seem like it’s specifically banned, right? Right?”

“Because we teach you to break down all boundaries, including life and death…, there is no specific prohibition. But there are also many who criticize cannibalism.”

Dansonik worked hard to change the negative perception of the Demonic Cult.

His efforts seemed to have worked, and his eyes widened slightly.

“Because that’s not what matters. When my name is mentioned, the Demonic Cult is over. You know what I mean?”

“Yes, I will never let the story of Daehyup come out.”

Suddenly, Yeonjeokha narrowed her eyes.

It was because I didn’t like the expression of the three old men among the magicians.

“Those three old men must have other ideas. Even if your face is shit, it’s a chewed expression.”

At Yeonjeokha’s words, the eyes of the magicians all turned to one place.

The three old men of Mystic Law, Dokhaengmu, Samurai, and Samurai’s masters waved their hands with bewildered faces.

“No.”

“We think the same way.”

“You’re wrong.”

They are extremely skilled masters, but fortunately they know the subject.

An existence that pulverized Danjesan, the matriarch of the cult, with one sword.

Weaker than Danjesan, they did not dare to fight under the enemy.

In fact, it was only because it was awkward to suddenly bend down after carrying his head stiffly all his life, not because he had a crush on Yeonjeokha.

The three gatekeepers glanced at Dansonik.

I want to hurry up and finish the conversation with Yeonjeokha and get out of this place.

Dan Son-ik knelt down again and said.

“The lords of the three gates have the same idea as Yeon Daehyeop. Is it okay if we stop by Mt. Mokryeon?”

“uh.”

“I’ve said it over and over again, if we go to Mt. If you tell me what to do, I will follow the will of the Namcheon Grand Council.”

“Should I tell you that too? Just hang out in moderation and go. They will be coming soon from the Southern Alliance, so it would be better to set foot on Mt. Mokryeon and go right away.”

Only then did Dan Son-ik realize what Yeon Jeok-ha wanted.

‘Are you doing this to save face for Hocheonmaeng?’

Otherwise, there was no reason to visit Mt. Mokryeon.

I don’t know why the man of the Southern League thinks of Hocheonmang, but I have no choice but to do what he tells me to do.

“Yes, then we will stop at Mt. Mokryeon and return to Mt. Cheon.”

“Go see. If there is anyone who wants to avenge the religious leader later, tell them to spread the word that I killed them. I’ll run to Heaven right away.”

“no. As I said, we are far from revenge because we teach people to cross the line between life and death.”

“Ah, don’t talk like a monk or guru when you know each other. The reason why the Demonic Cult went straight to Namjirye Castle was to get revenge on me, right? Even in Sichuan and Hoguang Province, they said they would kill me if I didn’t cut off their relationship. Why can’t you be honest? You’re giving up because you don’t have the confidence to stand up to me. no?”

“…”

Dan Son-Ik secretly avoided the gaze of the younger enemy.

right.

As long as there is no surefire way to fight the red sword that killed Danjesan, the son of the Demonic Cult, the Demonic Cult will not speak of revenge.

“Oh, I am hungry. go see I need to eat.”

“yes.”

After Dan Son-ik greeted the Demonic Cult, he led the Demonic Cults to the north.

The heartache that had been searching the surroundings approached Yeonjeokha.

“Gongja. The fishing rod seems to have been pulverized by the sword master’s sword.”

“Were you looking for that?”

“Just in case.”

“it’s okay. There isn’t just one fishing rod in the world.”

“By the way, why did you send the Demonic Cult to Mt. Mokryeon?”

“That’s what the people of the Wuhan branch were risking their lives for. That’s why it’s a little hard to pretend you don’t know even though you know.”

“The Southern League would hate it if they found out about it.”

“Yes or no.”

“I’m talking about the Sword King. Confucius’s father-in-law.”

“I didn’t do anything wrong, did I?”

“Doesn’t the Sword King want Hocheonmaeng to suffer great damage from the Demonic Cult? Confucius is going to hate it because he threw cold water on that plan.”

The Yeonjeokha, which was walking along the riverside, stopped abruptly.

“Old Sim.”

“yes.”

“I’m not playing with people’s lives. Who wants to play with Old Sim’s breather?”

“Yeah, that’s right. When you run Moorim, aren’t there things you can’t help? At this rate, the Southern Alliance will not last more than one generation.”

“So we have to make a lot of deaths in Hocheonmaeng?”

“I’m not like that… that’s what the Sword King is saying.”

“Did you see the people of Cheongeommun that Cheolsan Lee belonged to?”

“yes.”

“I don’t know how many more such ties must have come to Hocheonmaeng in Mt. Mokryeon. Earlier, when I met the people of Heaven’s Gate, I thought, ‘I did well to get involved’. If I hadn’t come, they would have died miserably. We can’t let something like that happen again at Mt. Magnolia.”

Heartache nodded.

This is the difference between the leader of the Southern Alliance, the Sword King, and the compassionate younger brother.

Of course, not many would agree with ‘a lot of recognition’.