Novel Path of The Shaman Chapter 499

Episode 499

Han Moo-hwa’s eyes, filled with dark miasma, broke through the dark clouds that filled the sky and shot fire toward Jin-mu.

Jinmu’s face was distorted by the huge energy rushing in like a storm.

I hadn’t even touched it yet, but it felt like my whole body was being torn apart.

I guessed that it must have become stronger than before, but it’s energy to the extent that it surpasses itself.

Did you misjudge?

“Ugh…”

A moan leaked out from between her pursed lips.

But it doesn’t stop.

Taegeuk power.

The blue aura that deepened further swirled around Jinmu’s whole body and then rushed into his hand.

And he stretched out his hand.

He broke through the raging demonic energy and landed on the head of Han Moo-hwa, who was running like a beast.

chin.

Whoops!

Under the lightly laid hands, the seonki against Magi flowed like a torrent and struck Han Moo-hwa in the brain.

Wow!

Stop.

The storm subsided and his rushing motion stopped.

And it slowly turned back.

done.

There was no change.

It was the moment when a bright smile appeared on Jinmu’s lips.

“…!”

The broken head returned to its place and pushed Jinmu’s hand away.

no way?

Are you saying your original poison was so strong?

Han Moo-hwa’s dark eyes, resembling the demons of hell, locked themselves in Jinmu’s eyes wide open like a lantern.

Fu-wook!

“…”

Jinmu’s gaze slowly went down at the heavy pain.

“Cheuk, shaman guru… You are so arrogant. I am the ruler of the world!”

“…!”

Tendons bulged in both of his wrists, driven deep through his breastbone.

Jiji Jijik!

Jinmu hurriedly tried to pull himself away, but Han Moo-hwa refused to let go.

“I’ll tear you up!”

Ha ha ha!

Han Mu-hwa’s hand spread wide and tore Jin-mu’s heart out.

So

hopelessly….

Jinmu’s hand, which had touched Han Moo-hwa’s head, fell helplessly.

And his body was torn apart.

dump.

Kneeling down, Jinmu fell to the floor unable to utter a single word.

“Heo-eok-heo-eok…”

Han Moo-hwa’s lips finally came to a victor’s smile as he stared at Jin-mu, who collapsed on the floor and cooled down.

won

I killed the shaman sword.

It is to end this war and become the master of the world.

Han Mu-hwa, who could not take her eyes off Jin-mu for a while, raised her head.

The Crown Prince Jeongmu-maeng’s warriors and the imperial army.

Surprised eyes and hesitant and retreating figures.

Moo-Hwa Han, who had laughed at them while looking at them with shady eyes, spat out coldly.

“Go. Kill them all and stain the midfield with blood.”

“Wow!”

At Han Mu-hwa’s command, the red guards marched in droves.

The warriors of the central plains, who had lost their will to fight, collapsed without being able to hold on, and the imperial army, which was frightened, was disorganized.

The battlefield was stained with blood and the corpses of midfielders were piled up everywhere.

and.

“Young gore.”

“…”

Han Moo-hwa was so frightened that he couldn’t even run away and sat down in front of him, staring at the trembling crown prince.

No more conversation was necessary.

One of the Zhou clan who must die.

Kwajik.

When the lifted foot was placed on the floor, the prince was gone.

There was only a bloody corpse that had lost its head.

“Ha ha ha ha!”

laughed like crazy

The world trembled in fear as his azure light shook the battlefield.

and walked

boldly and boldly.

Heading towards the Forbidden City, the place you have long dreamed of.

It finally arrived after tearing apart everything in the way.

There was nothing stopping him now.

The door was wide open and everyone was on their stomachs, bowing their heads at their feet.

Han Moo-hwa straightened her body and moved on.

thud thud thud.

He walked toward the seat of power, being worshiped by those who knelt before his power.

and finally arrived

The golden throne that should have belonged to him, not from the blood of the immoral.

A place where only the owner of the world can sit.

Han Moo-hwa slowly turned around and sat down, putting his hand on the armrest.

Looking at the world with half-open eyes, everyone bowed their heads in front of them once again.

He became the master of the world.

Now was the time to give the order.

They had to return the persecution they had suffered for a long time.

Slaughter all of Zhou’s clan!

Dye the midfielders who helped them with blood!

It should have been so.

But why don’t the words come out of the mouth?

I looked at the people with surprised eyes, but they didn’t move.

why?

While the doubt reached its peak, someone entered through the far open door.

A man shining softly in blue came toward him.

My body didn’t move.

As if the throne he was sitting on tied his body tightly, he did not let him go.

I was suddenly out of breath.

The breath he couldn’t exhaled whirled in his lungs and made him suffer.

Jerk, Jeop, Jeop.

And a person with blue energy approached along the path he had walked.

That face that is clearly drawn in his eyes must be… A shaman sword?

What happened?

Is that guy definitely dead?

Wasn’t it cold, lying on the floor with your heart ripped apart by your own hands?

chin.

“…?”

Standing in front of the throne, he put his hand on his head.

“what? what about that expression? Are you dreaming an absurd dream while being encroached on by demonic nature?”

“…?”

The moment Jinmu smirked in a clear voice, a refreshing seongi hit his brain.

Whoa!

My brain shakes and the landscape in front of my eyes distorts and starts to scatter like dust hit by a gust of wind.

The figures of those who filled the battlefield disappeared like afterimages.

What kind of harmony do you mean?

Moo-Hwa Han, who was looking around with her eyes widening, suddenly made a face of bewilderment.

A cloud of dust and a ruined battlefield.

They saw the Red Guns and saw the warriors of the Central Plains and the Imperial Army who had blocked them in the distance.

“This is…”

He couldn’t come to his senses at the scene that had changed as if he had returned to the past.

Could it be that everything that has happened so far was just a mirage?

Could it be that all that was so realistic was an imagination created in his head when he entered demonic nature?

The throne… The throne was right in front of my eyes

.

Suddenly, the area around my nose felt hot.

blood?

The fresh blood flowed down his nose and dripped onto the floor, leaking out of his ears and mouth.

“Keuugh…”

Even Jongnae’s eyes flowed, as if bloody tears were shed.

It’s painful.

My weak body became limp like water-soaked cotton.

I couldn’t feel a single ray of inner energy that had filled my body for the rest of my life.

The moment Magi flew away, everything was scattered.

“What the hell… how could this happen…”

“Why is this bastard doing this? what? Now come and pretend to be pitiful?”

“…”

Han Moo-hwa’s head, which had sounded weak, jerked up.

Kwak.

Jinmu, gripping his hair tightly, was looking down at him like a demon.

“what? why? Do you know who woke you up from the devil’s castle to be good for you?”

“….”

“It’s just the beginning.”

“….”

“If I ask you for your sins, even seven days and nights are not enough. That’s why you shouldn’t struggle with devilishness. From now on, keep your mind straight and feel it in every corner of your body.”

Gleaming fangs, cold eyes.

And the ghastly words soon returned as realistic pain.

Wow!

Jinmu grabbed his head and punched Han Moo-hwa in the face.

“Keoouk!”

Only then did Han Moo-hwa let out a scream as if the paralysis that had gripped her body had been lifted.

“How dare you hurt the emperor’s ears?”

Boom! Jump!

A series of fists shattered the nose bone and pressed down on the cheekbone.

“Cheongsang hurts his back too!”

Quick! Soggy!

“Do you know how many people died because of just one of you?”

Han Moo-hwa, who fell into demonic nature and brought him up to the expedition, and everything returned to nothing due to Seon-gi, was now nothing more than a powerless old man.

“Uhhhhhhhhhh!”

Han Moo-hwa vomited a suppressed moan in pain and began to fight with all his might.

“What a pair! This bastard is real!”

Jinmu, who had lost his hair due to Han Moo-hwa’s light, nervously opened his eyes.

yeah it was overkill

Hearing that he had gone to Hebuk, it was Jinmu who had run for six hundred li without a moment’s rest after escaping the ghost’s fattening.

Before I could catch my breath, I found the master of the great palace and fought like crazy.

Why is a bastard who doesn’t even look like a fucking human being so strong?

From beginning to end, he pulled out and used all of Mukryonghonwongong and Yukyangjingi, and in the end, he even used the power of Taegeuk to calm his demonic nature.

The exhaustion of the body and even the internal energy were exhausted, so the strength in the hands was drained.

But can a fucking person only have hands? uh?

“What a fucking bastard! Don’t come here!”

Kwajik kkuk kkuk kkuk!

Realizing that the power in his hands was not properly applied, Jinmu began to trample Han Moo-hwa frantically as he crawled away.

As always, it was all the more painful because it was his beating that made his mind clear while carving pain in his body.

Fuck!

Han Moo-hwa, who had been kicked and rolled on the floor, crawled desperately again.

“…I.”

Everyone looked at him with a dumbfounded expression.

“Don’t stop…”

At Byeok Un-yeong’s words, everyone, including the prince, averted their gaze and smoked.

“Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa”

I really couldn’t understand it considering the tremendous inaction Jinmu had shown me just now.

It was a sight to be in awe of.

It was Han Moo-hwa who changed the flow of the atmosphere by increasing the blood and pulling out the expedition team.

Jinmu, emitting thick poisonous air, approached him as he was stained with demonic nature and lightly reached out his hand.

A light and natural step that cannot be described as light air.

Everyone praised Jinmu’s movements as if feathers were blown away by the wind.

And the blue spirit emitted from his hand calmed Han Moo-hwa’s demonic spirit and spread throughout the battlefield.

A feast of sage that fills the world.

It was so refreshing that the intense war felt like a dream.

He was the one who transformed the battlefield into an aspect of the fairy world in an instant, but what the hell is his current appearance?

It was even absurd to see him mercilessly beat Han Moo-hwa to the point of reminiscent of a back alley bully.

Are there any other people under the sky that are so unpredictable?

“Anyway, that kid saved the world again. The shaman has really good talent.”

Myeong-hyeon lightly smiled at Yang So-bang’s praise.

How can we not be happy that the young Dodong of Myeongjin, where martial arts were in ruins, grew up to be this great and became a hero of Moorim, or a hero of saving the country who saved Joongwon?

And saw that too.

The pinnacle of Taoist martial arts he showed at the end.

Now, it was an inaction that deserved to be called seonsul, not martial arts.

Truly a true shaman…

“Hey, you seaipal bastard! Don’t stand there!”

“…”

and…

“What a bastard! I said so!”

Do…

“Die! You bastard! die! kill it!”

Is it because of his mood that he looks so excited after chasing after desperately crawling Han Moo-hwa?

“Should I dry this now?”

Thinking that even the minimum dignity of a guru who watched more might be questioned, Myeong-hyeon hurriedly spoke to Yang So-bang.

“Keu hum-hum, that’s how it should be.”

Firefighter Yang clears his throat and steps out, and everyone follows.

“Look at this, Jinmu Dojo. It’s better to stop now…”

The moment Sobang Yang approached and spoke to him, Jinmu turned his head and widened his eyes.

“Isn’t this fucking going? I know that if you dry it, everything will dry up!”

“…”

Everyone, including Yang So-bang, freezes on the spot at Jinmu’s ignorant speech.

what the fuck is this Do you know how to get drunk?

Is it a sheep fire?

Are you the master of the shaman?

There is also a prince who will rise to the throne and become the master of the world in the future?

Jinmu didn’t care about everyone’s bewildered eyes and looked for Han Moo-hwa again.

“What? Look at this bastard?”

Jinmu’s eyebrows soared upside down at the sight of him tirelessly running away with all his might.

“You bastard, I will definitely put you in a coffin today.”

He wheezes once and chases after Han Moo-hwa.

After using Taegeuk’s power, most of his energy was exhausted, so he trampled on the ground.

“Just… leave me alone.”

“…”

Everyone turned their heads at the words of the blue smile.

“It’s really, really… you’re the usual private school.”

“…”

“Maybe it’s a fight we need to worry about right now, but to him, it might just be one of the common fights.”

Indeed, it was.

He was already transcendent.

that no one in the world can touch.

Should I say that it is especially like that even the situation that should have been infinitely heavy has become ridiculously light?

“But I have to stop it…”

Myunghyun, conscious of Jinmu’s face, tried to say it again, but everyone just nodded, thinking about Jinmu.

In the meantime, Han Moo-hwa approached the Red Guards and begged them to help and save them.

However, none of them helped Han Moo-hwa.

Rather, he put down his sword and distanced himself from Han Moo-hwa, stepping back and turning away.

* * *

The war ended before I knew it.

The sun setting over Seosan dyed the sky red, hiding the blood shed on the ground.

“You bastard! die! die!”

Of course, Jinmu’s beating did not end, and Han Moo-hwa had to struggle with the pain with an infinitely clear mind.

All night…until I run out of breath…