Chronicles of the Demon Faction

Episode 483 Bringing a Typhoon (1)

That night.

“Whoa.”

Seo-ryang’s body was drenched in sweat as he took a deep breath.

After ascending to the position of religious leader, his training consisted entirely of meditation and true wisdom.

Because there was no need to move the body. His body had already reached perfection and was clean enough to accept any energy in the world without difficulty.

No matter what kind of martial arts he uses, he can pierce through a group in an instant, and even with a third-rate herbivore, he can split a cliff.

As energy circulates through even a single strand of hair, the body maintains its best condition at every moment.

Physical training is no longer meaningful. He had reached that level.

But today was different.

Seeing the full moon rising brightly in the dark sky made me want to sweat.

Xi Liang took one step.

Coo!

The earth shook.

Even if you don’t use your inner energy, you get a lot of power.

Martial arts, developed through hard work, guided Seo-ryang’s body so that he could extract the strongest strength even through unconscious movements.

He swung the Cheonmado.

Squirt!

The long sword of Cheonmado moved as if it were going to bend.

Flash!

A mysterious light appeared on the tip of the Cheonmado sword, which was wielded in the shape of a cross.

It’s hard to believe that this speed was achieved through pure physical strength. Even though I wasn’t using my energy, my energy was already circulating through my entire body.

A body that continues to change constantly is in itself no different from a weapon.

Even if he were to lose all of the internal skills he had developed with the Demon Lord Qi of the Reign and the Demon God of Nine, his martial arts would still be worthy of discussion in the world.

“Whoop.”

Seo-ryang, who had been swinging the Cheonmado for a while, his eyes lit up.

Tsutsutsutsu.

The area around the beautiful pavilion turned into a barren plain.

Now, changes in Panmajeong were being used freely. Although it was not as good as Lee Cheon-sang, it was an impressive enough achievement considering the period of time he entered Panmajeong.

Xiliang’s eyes lit up.

‘Please come out.’

Tsutsutsutsu.

Beyond the plain.

A white fog began to gather where Seoryang’s eyes were focused.

‘I need a partner. ‘Not a fantasy partner, but a real partner with substance.’

Crumbling. Crumbling.

The gathered fog gradually became thicker and soon turned into a cloud, forming a single shape.

Although it wasn’t fully formed yet, it was clearly a person.

The person was human, but did not have an average physique. He had a bigger and stronger body than Seoryang, who had undergone a complete transformation by riding a pole horse.

Grumbling.

Cold sweat broke out on Seo-ryang’s forehead.

‘It’s not easy.’

It can’t be easy.

Panmajeong is a dream world where the cult leader, connected by the Yujin Dohyeonggyeol, creates everything he wants.

To create what you want, you need not only a strong desire, but also concentration without any distractions and a clear and specific imagination.

However, the shape that Seoryang was making did not come together easily.

It had to be that way.

The opponent he is currently making is a martial god, one of the greatest gods of all time and history. In the first place, you don’t even know what the opponent’s power is.

Of course, it is not difficult to imagine someone stronger than you, but this martial god was different.

I can’t imagine where the power ends. I didn’t even know what I couldn’t do.

It was difficult for Seoryang, who was still a ‘human’, to embody even a part of the power of the opponent who had entered the realm of immortals.

however.

‘It’s not impossible.’

Seo-ryang closed his eyes.

‘It’s not impossible. I have seen more of his skills than any other person in the world.

I can’t guess where that power ends, but I can know what kind of heart he had as he looked down upon the world.’

Wooooow.

Cheonmado let out a long cry.

Tsutsutsu.

At one point, tremendous magical energy began to emanate from Cheonmado.

It was not the demonic energy of Xiliang. The innate magic energy sealed within the Heavenly Demon Sword itself is being released according to the owner’s will.

Kugoogung!

Panmajeong was shaken.

Pan Ma-jeong, who had become one with Xi Liang, could not easily withstand this absolute demonic energy.

The power and degree of shock that Panmajeong can accommodate also vary depending on the power of the owner. With

Seolyang’s current strength, it was difficult to withstand the pressure of the innate magic energy sealed in the Heavenly Demon Island.

‘But I still do it.’

Grrrr.

The hand holding the Cheonmado trembled.

It seemed as if the weight of the Tao had increased by a thousand pounds. If I hadn’t kept my balance with the Gu Yu Demon Ball and controlled it with the Reign Demon Emperor Qi, I would have lost it long ago.

‘Please come out.’

Xiliang’s eyes flashed.

‘Come out!’

Peeeeee!

In an instant, the innate magic energy leapt out and permeated the cloud shaped like a human being.

Tsutsutsutsu.

Joy appeared on Seo-ryang’s face.

‘done!’

Weeeeeee.

The clouds that seemed soft and fluffy quickly took the shape of a human being.

The height reached seven feet. Black dragon robe.

It felt like my wide shoulders could carry Mount Tai. Her strong breasts were exposed under her loose clothes, and her hair blowing in the wind was as black and soft as that of a woman.

And both eyes.

Flash!

The will of the Absolute that penetrates the providence of the world resides in the eye light that burns like a flame.

A faint light appeared on Seo-ryang’s face.

“Master.”

It was my first time. The form of Icheon-sang was created with Panmajeong.

Even though I knew the method, I couldn’t even try it because the concentration of power was low.

Even if I could, I wouldn’t have done it. If I see Lee Cheon-sang here, I think I will skip work and have a drink with him.

But today was different.

The concentration of power was still low, but somehow it seemed like it could be summoned. Also, I didn’t make this day because I missed him.

It was to fight. It was to climb to a higher place.

So, even Master cannot blame himself.

“How have you been?”

Lee Cheon-sang, who was watching Seo-ryang with unwavering eyes, looked around.

“Is it Panmajeong?”

At that moment, Seo-ryang felt like he was crying.

I remembered the time when I went on a campaign to eliminate the troops of the Iron Blood Castle without even seeing the last of my teacher.

The last conversation we had through Yokgyemun. Through that conversation, I felt my teacher’s will and emotions.

I thought that was enough. It’s a pity, but I thought that could replace my last greeting.

right. it could be. But I don’t know why I’m so happy to see it again.

It is a longing for someone I had long forgotten. Was there anyone else who gave me this much affection, both when I was living as Cheon Ha-jin and even now when I am living as Seo-ryang?

“It’s pretty good.”

There was interest on Lee Cheon-sang’s face.

“Eu Jin Do-hyung’s achievements are outstanding. “It’s been so long since I learned it that I’ve already realized it to this extent.”

“….”

“He truly deserves the title of Heavenly Demon.”

Xu Liang’s eyes wavered.

He knew that the Lee Cheon-sang he had summoned was not real.

It wasn’t real, but it couldn’t be seen as fake either. He only knew one side of Lee Cheon-sang, but did not know the limits of his personality or power.

In other words, since it is a being formed from the innate magic energy of the Heavenly Demon Island, it is both fictional and real at the same time.

The present Icheon-sang is the Icheon-sang he remembered back then, not the Icheon-sang he ‘had hoped for’.

That makes me even more happy. I could feel a more vivid presence.

Lee Cheon-sang’s eyes were filled with solemn energy.

“But it is not enough to handle my strength.”

“I know.”

“You must think it would be a waste to pull out the innate magic energy of the Heavenly Demon Island.”

“Even if there is just one piece of innate magic, the Heavenly Demon will turn around. “It’s okay to sprinkle it here and there, not yet.”

“Use that power for the future of Protestantism. “It’s a waste of energy to use to summon the ghosts of the past that have already passed away.”

“That’s why I called you. For the future of Protestantism.”

Xu Liang grinned.

“I, the sect leader, become stronger due to a portion of my innate magic energy. So, you must give clear instructions.”

The corners of Lee Cheon-sang’s mouth rose.

Let’s go!

Dark lightning swirled from his body.

“I’ll see if your speaking skills have improved as well.”

Yes.

Seoliang did not call him to remember him. His mind wavered for a moment, but in the end, there was only one thing he had to do.

Learning and growing.

“going.”

“come.”

Quang!

Xiliang’s new model advanced like a beam of light.

Lee Cheon-sang’s eyes sparkled.

Blah blah blah!

The Cheonmado was swung at extreme speed.

It was a power that even a master who had reached his peak would find it difficult to exceed one sum. Lee Cheon-sang received that absolute martial feat with a few hand gestures.

Seoliang was able to feel it once again.

The power of Lee Cheon-sang, the state of Lee Cheon-sang.

The greatness of the opponent who can easily defeat one’s own magic power, which is enough to be considered the best in the world.

‘With all our might!’

bang!

He occupied Lee Cheon-sang’s rear with the Demon Emperor’s Remnant and struck a blow like a storm.

Whiiiiing! Quang!

A large pit appeared where Lee Cheon-sang was standing.

It was the Blood Wind Light Sword, one of the seventy-two divine weapons of the reigning Demon Emperor. Although it is a sword method, it is replaced by a sword method.

For him, who had already converted the old Yuinhwa method into a long method, the type of weapon technique was meaningless.

Buaaaaang!

A red-hot gust of wind swirled around Seoliang’s body. It was a wind of madness with flashes of dark blue lightning.

“You have achieved great success in Demon Emperor Limbo.”

Xu Liang’s eyes lit up.

Before he knew it, Lee Cheon-sang was standing behind him. It was an unbelievable movement speed.

“Still, it’s still far.”

Let’s go!

With a light hand gesture, a huge bolt of electric light was shot out, erasing the air.

Quaaaang!

Seo-ryang cried out and vomited blood.

Even though it was blocked by Cheonmado, the shock was clearly felt. The magic power that penetrated in an instant was incredible. He suffered internal injuries from a single blow.

“If it is not going to work for your opponent, it is meaningless whether you are just starting out or have become a master.”

Let’s go!

Lee Cheon-sang raised both hands.

Two hands full of black lightning were radiating the power of a golden demon.

“Residual tricks don’t work.”

“I know.”

It’s a joke!

Lee Cheon-sang’s eyes sparkled.

A similar electric light glowed on Cheonmado, which was lowered to one side of Seoryang. It was the Manapgeummado (卍壓禁魔刀).

Xi Liang took a powerful step forward.

Quaaaang!

The power drawn from the earth was directly contained in the Cheonmado. The lightning of the Golden Demon Sword formed a huge net that seemed as if it could destroy heaven and earth, covering the two heavens.

A faint smile appeared on Lee Cheon-sang’s lips.

“That’s an interesting tactic.”

He waved his hand.

Kwa-kwa-kwa-kwak!

The lightning net caused a series of explosions and disappeared on the spot.

It was then.

hook.

Before we knew it, Seo-ryang, who had finished preparing, appeared right in front of Lee Cheon-sang.

“It’s quite effective when used this way.”

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!

Lee Cheon-sang’s body shook.

On the other hand, Seo-ryang’s body, which attacked, was thrown out about a dozen pieces. All of Gu Yuin Crematorium’s Samjang Yeonhwan was poured on him in its entirety.

“Uweeeek!”

Seo-ryang, who coughed up a handful of blood, looked at Lee Cheon-sang with bloodshot eyes.

A translucent black air current rose from Lee Cheon-sang’s body.

‘Demon God’s Gap (魔皇神鉀)!’

It was one of the seventy-two sacred weapons of the reigning Demon Emperor, and it was the limit of the true energy defense shield surrounded by qigong.

In a world of competition where time is fierce, it was a waste of time to use the Demon Emperor Goddess. That’s how I knew it.

But Lee Cheon-sang was different. I don’t know how they were able to implement such complex air defense operations in a split second. It was a state that today’s Seoliang couldn’t even dare to dream of.

“It’s impressive, but not as good as I expected.”

Grumble!

A black flame burned in Lee Cheon-sang’s hands.

It was not lightning, but flame. It was Socheongeophwa (燒天劫火), a technique that melted all four weapons of Xiliang at once and formed the sword body of the Heavenly Demon Sword.

“Can you do it?”

Xu Liang grinned.

“There is still a long way to go.”

“Come.”

Quang!

The purple-black blade and the flames of disaster collided head-on.