Heavenly Inquisition Sword novel - chapter 277

Heavenly Inquisition Sword Chapter 278

Publishedat 9th of May 2023 11:38:30 AM

Chapter 278

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“Hi everyone, translation for this novel is coming from: AgusTus

Chapter 278 – Between revenge and longing

The famous religious leader was a mysterious figure.

People didn’t even know if the famous religious leaders were male or female.

Thirty years ago in Gangnam, when Myung-gyo fought against the knights, the master did not appear.

So, there were some who considered the religious leader only as a symbolic position.

However, recently, as the organizational system of famous schools became known to the world little by little, a change occurred.

―The King of Thousand Heads is above the Twelve Horsemen and the Baekdu Horse Army!

―The King of Heaven is the leader!

Those who experienced the twelve horse soldiers and the white horse army knew the fear of the leader, the king of the thousand heads of demons, belatedly.

He had never experienced it, but his fear of famous religious leaders was great.

The leader had now appeared in front of them.

Even Zhang Mu-deok, the free apprentice of the world, was short of breath for a moment.

“Are you really a famous religious leader?”

“is it so. That is as clear as the fact that you are a free apprentice.”

“I’m guessing you’re responsible for the people who went missing in the mountains, as well as the disaster at Mansubang?”

“It would be difficult to say no. This is what my faithful servants, the Eight Emperors, did.”

“Where are all those who climbed the mountain?”

Eighthwangsinmo pointed to the garden on one side of the yard.

“They nourished the garden trees. They are doing something worth more than anything they have ever done in their lifetime.”

“Mmm!”

A groan escaped from Jang Moo-deok’s mouth.

It is said that they killed all the people and buried them in the yard.

How could you say such a thing with such a natural face?

I’ve dealt with countless Madou so far, but none have been this shameless.

‘I won’t be able to talk to that witch.’

Seeing that the Eighthwangsinmo’s subordinates surrounded the surroundings, it seems that the other party was also determined and waiting.

Then, the only thing left is the sword.

No matter what, there is no clearer ending than a sword fight.

‘Today, for the sake of the world’s well-being, I must kill that witch.’

Jang Mu-deok, who had been glaring at the Eighthwangsinmo for a while, slowly drew his sword.

“Indeed, it is a magical tongue, befitting a famous religious leader. Killing innocent people and using them as manure in the garden. I will punish you today on behalf of Heaven.”

“Ho-ho-ho. to replace the sky You are so mad. When did heaven give you permission to do that? Don’t get me wrong. You just don’t like this mother of the eight emperors and want to kill her.”

After her words, Pal Hwangsinmo stood up from her seat.

Mu-deok Zhang watched in silence until she put on her shoes and came out to her yard.

Stormtrooper Yang Jiang Hu glanced at his father.

While his father dealt with the cult leader, he thought it would be okay to deal with those eight people along with Hyun Sang-moo.

Jang Moo-deok said that he must have been full-hearted.

“The deputy head will lead the current team and subdue those eight people. If you resist, you can kill me.”

“yes.”

Hyunmudae masters gathered around Janggang Lake.

Jang Kang-ho led the people and slowly advanced to the entrance of Seonnyeoam.

It is also to keep distance from the fight between his father and the religious leader, but it is to break the siege first.

Eighthwangsinmo did not look at the movements of the masters of the Hyeonmudae.

Just by looking at it, you can see her belief in the Eight Emperors.

Her Eight Emperors are her disciples whom her Eight Hwangsinmo has painstakingly taught for the past forty years.

They are not the ones who were lucky enough to wander through the underworld like the Twelve Horsemen or the Baekdu Horse Army.

All of them were taken in by the Eighthwangsinmo when they were young and raised to become martial arts masters.

In a sense, the pillars supporting Yumyeonggyo may not be Baekduma Army, but the Eight Emperors.

Eighthwangsinmo asked Jang Moo-deok, who was approaching.

“Do you think the Hyunmudae can subdue the Eight Emperors?”

“exactly.”

“I’m sorry. You will see that trust broken today. The Palhuang are very special people. It is in the middle between the Baekdu Horse Army and the Twelve Horse Soldiers.”

Zhang Moo-deok was taken aback by her words.

If that statement is true, the current stage cannot handle those eight people.

“Gibberish. If so, the world will already be in your hands.”

Jang Moo-deok unfolded Pungsando like a thunderbolt.

He let go of the pride of being a teenager in the world and went ahead.

Pal Hwangsinmo struck off Jang Moo-deok’s Pungsando with the buljin she was holding.

She is chae-chae-.

When Samshik in Pungsando was blocked, Moo-deok Jang changed to the wind-rae method.

Kwkwkw.

The wind whirled and pressed the Eighthwangsinmo.

However, Hwangsinmo, her arm, didn’t blink an eye and swung her buljin like the first time.

After Geonwicheon and Gonwiji, Zhang Moo-deok poured out three meals of Brain Punghang.

Kwakwang!

A piece of aura suddenly fell from the sky onto the head of the Eighthwangsinmo.

As Hwangsinmo Pal, who blocked the escapade in front of her, she was literally caught off guard.

Zhang Moo-deok stared at the mother of the arm Hwangsin-mo with her expectant eyes.

Since the aura fell on her head, it would not be cool if a person died instantly.

In an instant, a strange smile spread across Hwangsinmo’s mouth.

“You didn’t think I would fall for such a shallow trick, did you?”

Zhang Mu-deok looked at her arm, Hwang-sin-mo, with eyes of disbelief.

She hasn’t changed a bit since she first stepped down in her yard.

It is no exaggeration to say that she is the windmill that put her in the position of a teenage master in the world.

How could she survive being hit directly by such a thunderbolt?

Pal Hwangshinmo said ‘tsk tsk’ and clicked her tongue.

“Oh, this is the face I was expecting. But your history couldn’t pierce my self-defense.”

At the word self-defense, Moo-deok Jang couldn’t help but be stunned.

It was a free state that anyone who has learned martial arts dreams of.

Self-defense is something that can only be dealt with by absolutes who have crossed the borderline of incarnation.

‘no way! Have I reached the level of myth that the top 10 masters of the world wish for even in their dreams?’

Faced with a formidable enemy, Jang Moo-deok’s curiosity as a martial artist surged up.

“Was it really self-defense?”

“Whoops! is it so. It’s one of those things that are only possible in the mythical lands you speak of.”

“How can I… … .”

Jang Mu-deok asked without knowing.

It is a myth that he has devoted his whole life to martial arts, but has not even gotten a clue.

“Do you want to know?”

Pal Hwangsinmo looked at Jang Moo-deok with her sticky eyes.

It was a far cry from the conversations of the people who had just been engaged in a life-and-death battle.

“If you ask me, will you tell me?”

“It is not difficult. Because that’s not all I want. did you tell me If the Eight Emperors’ martial arts were so outstanding, the world would have already been in my hands. look.”

Arm Hwangsinmo pointed to her back.

She looked back at her hand, and Jang Moo-deok’s eyes widened as if they would tear.

Of the fifty-one masters of the present stage, only three stood.

Poongroedo Jang Kang-ho, Ambassador Hyeonbaek, Gyeongcheonilgeom Mo Yong-hwang.

‘no way! Still, some of them must have escaped.’

Annihilation before only half an angle (about 7 minutes) makes no sense.

Zhang Mu-deok shouted at his son, who was struggling with the Eight Emperors.

“Leave! I mean leave!”

Moo-deok Jang is about to run to help the four of them.

Pal Hwangsinmo appeared like a ghost and she stood in front of him.

“You still don’t know? I have no desire to take possession of the world. If that was the case, I would have gone out into the world about ten years ago.”

“Then what do you want!”

Jang Moo-deok brought Heaven and Earth to the extreme.

A tawny beam of light formed on his blade.

He is desperate to use the river crossing he had been saving until the end.

Contrary to Jang Moo-deok’s anxious heart, Eighthwangsinmo was relaxed.

“I only wish for one thing. It is to realize the truth and attain enlightenment. I have no intention of dwelling on life on this earth, which is as futile as the morning fog.”

“crazy! A person who wants to attain the Dao commits such an act! Aren’t you afraid of punishment!”

Zhang Mu-deok slashed the Tao straight down.

The river crossing that formed on his blade flew in all directions like sparks.

Kwurreung-.

It is a technique that is only possible in the so-called Jikdo Hwangryong (直搗黃龍).

The ocher-colored light that had been scattered for an instant gathered around the Eighthwangsinmo.

“Go!”

With a muffled cry, the Eighthwangsinmo stretched out her buljin.

Eventually, Kang Ki-mak, which arose at the end of the buljin, and the ocher light mang collided.

Kwak Kwak Kwak -.

With a deafening explosion, Jang Moo-deok took a step back.

“Cool!”

Taking three steps back, Moo-deok Jang vomited blood with a violent cough.

Moo-deok Jang, who was wiping his mouth with his collar, saw three deeply carved footprints.

His heart was full.

He never thought a day like this would come to himself, who was being held up for free.

At that time, a short scream was heard from behind the Eighthwangsinmo.

He hurriedly raised his head and saw that Mo Yong Huang’s upper body and lower body were being separated.

Zhang Mu-deok gnashed his teeth and bounced forward again.

He was determined to keep his son alive by all means.

“Get out of the way! It’s a witch!”

The Tao, enveloped in ocher-colored light, flew towards the Eighthwangsinmo once again.

It is an honest horizontal cut like Hoengsocheongun.

However, the crossing that stretched out straight was poised to cut even the world.

Pal Hwangsinmo did not ignore the tremendous momentum that her crossing.

After flying into the air, she swung her buljin from side to side in quick succession.

It is a season called Double Dragon Tamju (雙龍貪珠).

The blue and red dragons that appeared from the left and right flew toward Jang Moo-deok.

Zhang Mu-deok hurriedly pulled the sword and once again unleashed the direct sword yellow dragon.

Kwurreung-.

An ocher-colored light network exploded with an explosion sound.

The river crossings that had spread to the front gathered again and attacked the blue and red dragons.

Kwak Kwa Kwa Kwam!

Fragments of the strong wind flew in all directions along with the sound of an explosion that could be heard in the sky.

‘Woo-wook!’

Wu-deok Zhang ran away, forcibly suppressing the tension rising from his chest to his throat.

It is to help her last survivors before Hwangsinmo Pal gets in her way again.

However, he was running straight ahead and soon had to change direction.

Because there were no more survivors in the courtyard.

After confirming his son’s fate, he jumped over the fence without hesitation.

Shii-shii-shii-.

With a bang sound, several raindrops flew towards his back.

puck.

One of them hit him in the shoulder and then fell off.

Jang Moo-deok increased his speed even more.

Looking at Jang Moo-deok walking away from her, Pal Hwangsinmo laughed loudly.

“You fool! It’s a free apprenticeship! Right and wrong are all determined by man. Like the sun, rain and wind, the sky Doesn’t discriminate between people. If you want to reach the mythical level, come to me anytime. I will share my knowledge especially with you.”

“crazy! Who listens to the words of your bitch.”

– Come see me anytime. I’m going to share my realization especially with you.

Jang Moo-deok pricked his ears at the persistent voice of the Eighthwangsinmo.

Even so, I wanted to shake off that dirty suggestion.

Blood trickled down from his ears.

The twelve horsemen hiding under the mountain did not dare to block Zhang Wu-de’s path.

He was so brutal that he even escaped the Twelve Horsemen.

Even after descending the mountain, Moo-deok Jang ran with bloodshot eyes.

He couldn’t hear anything, but his fingers were digging into his ears.

The blood that flowed from his ears stained both of his shoulders red.

Her arm Hwangsinmo is her son’s enemy, but if she wants to take her revenge on her, she must be on the verge of myth.

Moo-deok Jang, a free apprenticeship to Mu Gong-gwang, was forced to conflict between ‘revenge’ and ‘mythical longing’.

One day, one month after Hyeonmu-dae left Cheonji-maeng.

Jang Moo-deok, the head of the Hyeonmudae, returned alone with the appearance of a wounded beast.