Heavenly Inquisition Sword - Chapter 631

Episode 631. Wouldn’t it be crazy if there was a mountain god here too?

Two months ago.

Hansanju Wiryeseong.

Cheonjijong Jongsan Wondeoksan.

Anhak Palace.

Around sunset, two women sat facing each other in Anhak Palace, the residence of the Chunji sect.

It is a Bingseolhwa Jinin who wears a veil with the Venerable Chuhui, a priest of the Cheonji sect of the time.

The Venerable Chu Hui stared at the Jinin of the Ice Snow Flower with strange eyes.

I first found out about her existence half a year ago and have been seeing her steadily since then.

Even so, she has not taken off her veil from the beginning until now.

I can’t figure out why the same women do it in front of the servant himself.

As if guessing her feelings, Bing Seolhwa asked.

“Are you wondering why I don’t take off my veil?”

“Can you tell me if you’re curious?”

Bing and Snow Hwa, who was silent for a moment, replied in a calm tone.

“I want to become the ‘God of the Three Heavens’. I am not interested in anything other than that. Cotton yarn is an expression of my heart. Think of it as a wall that divides me from the world.”

“I have been working hard with that intention. Now I am regretting that past. So, over two thousand years ago, I changed my name to ‘Chuhoe’.”

“I am only interested in ‘Three Thousand Gods’.”

“I want you to pay a little attention to our heavenly and earthly species.”

“Who is that for?”

“Yeah, of course it’s for ‘me who will be pushed by the next wave’ and ‘you, the next servant’.”

Bingseolhwa didn’t like the servant’s answer, but he didn’t refute it.

Venerable Chu Hui wanted to put himself forward and become a ‘servant of the Savior’.

It is true that people never change.

Like two thousand years ago, the venerable Chu Hui will regret the greed of today.

“That’s why I want you to reach Gosan Junryeong first in unexplored regions.”

“This is my first time, is this possible?”

“Is it possible?”

The Venerable Chu Hui laughed.

Bingseolhwa was a superman who mastered the ignorance of the Cheonjijong and inherited everything from the holy relic, Geongonbyeok (乾坤碧).

Not a burning desert, but no obstacle worse than that would stop her.

“It will be, if you will.”

“That’s not all, is it?”

“In the past, the first person to cross the desert sent a signal to all gates. Through that signal, the jinn knew the right direction. Also, who is the best?”

Ice Snow Flower Jinin knew what the Venerable Chu Hui wanted.

In that way, he wants to make his existence known to the Savior’s family.

just as expected!

“When you cross the desert and face Junryeong Gosan, don’t hide your aura anymore and spread my phoenix sound. When they hear it, the Saviour’s servants will also know. That there is a ‘Savior’s servant’ in the Heaven and Earth sect.”

“Do you think other sects would accept ‘Savior’s servants’?”

“The nine branches are originally branches from one body. We are destined to be united as one someday. I believe that your appearance and the destruction of the sacred objects are proof of that. Didn’t you say you wanted to become the ‘Three Thousand Gods’?”

“…”

“Aren’t you curious? Why hasn’t the ‘Three Thousand Gods’ been released from the sect?”

“Why?”

“There is this teaching in the secrets of the practitioners. ‘God status cannot be obtained through Spirit Stones.

‘

“If that were the case, there wouldn’t have been any servants who couldn’t ascend to the divine throne.”

For a moment, Bing Seol-hwa felt like she had been hit hard in the back of the head.

They took aura absorption too much for granted and overlooked the fundamental problem. Considering the spirit stones and soul stones collected by the servants, the servants should have been elevated to the divine throne.

However, as Venerable Chu Hui said, there were no servants who ascended to the throne.

“Contemporaries of successive generations considered it a limitation of the sect’s public law. I also agree to some extent. But there is another way to ascend to the throne in the sect.”

“What is it?”

“It is the gate of heaven. The Astronomical Gate is a door connected to the higher dimension, and there is the key to Godhead. It is for that reason that the demons of the heavens are aiming for the heavenly gate. They believe that they are reborn into higher beings through the heavenly gates.”

“Ah…”

“But unfortunately, successive servants of the sect could not open the gate.”

“….”

“When all of the Savior’s holy relics were destroyed some time ago, I thought. ‘Isn’t it possible that God of Creation is taking away what he has bestowed on humans?’”

It is said that the destruction of the sanctuary is not the end.

As if representing the feelings of Ice and Snow, the cotton thread shook slightly.

“So you must become ‘the Savior’s servant’. Maybe now is the last chance to solve the secret of astronomy.”

The words ‘last chance’ caused a ripple in Bing Snow Hwa’s heart.

I don’t want to admit it, but the possibility is high.

“Until now, you have only seen the Heavenly Gates of Heaven and Earth. If you get all the heavens of the savior. Wouldn’t you be able to know the secrets of astronomy like Geongonbak?”

Ice Snow Flower didn’t answer Katabuta.

But at this moment, the words of the venerable Chuhoe became seeds and were planted in her heart.

***

and now.

The sound of the phoenix of Ice Snow Flower could be heard by Yeon Jeok-ha, who was running in the middle of the desert.

I tilted my head while being surprised at the ignorant sonic skills of the match.

Somehow, I feel a sense of familiarity.

‘Certainly it’s not Eun So-seon, who is it?’

He ran like the wind in the direction from which the sound came.

It is not only Yeonjeokha who moved along with the sound.

The sages of the nine sects who had entered the unexplored region rushed to the place where the sound came from.

***

Gosan Junryeong.

Gosan Junryeong is deep and wide, but those who jump into it are the true men of the sect.

There is no way not to come across them as more than a thousand true men traverse the mountains and valleys, writing even the rituals of new conduct.

As life-and-death blood battles broke out everywhere, the road to hell unfolded in Gosan Junryeong.

Cha-cha-cha-.

“Ugh!”

Cheon So-jeong, the true master of the So-yo sect who was blocking the sword attack, grabbed his shoulder and stepped back.

However, the Qinghai Jinin of the Chunji sect did not give them a chance to escape.

He obstinately followed and thrust the tip of his sword into the opponent’s chest.

“Keuk!”

The new model of Chen Shao-jing and Jin Ren slowly collapsed.

After his death, So-yojong Jin-in, who remained, was driven into further crisis.

Jinin, the left guard of Soyojong, looked around with a hard face.

Two of the three died, leaving him alone.

On the other hand, since the enemy was the same as the first one, he had to see that his own life was over.

Still, he did not let go of hope until the very end.

He would immediately take out the ‘Thousand Miles Song’ from his bosom and blow it with all his might.

Beep-.

The three heavenly and secular true men hesitated, but were not particularly in a hurry after that.

Rather, the Qinghai Jinin of the Tianchi sect shook his head and said.

“Don’t get your hopes up. That’s right, only the corpse increases. Don’t you know? The three of us are all ‘Wonyeong Ten Stars’.”

At that moment, Jinin, a survivor of the Soyojong, shouted out loud.

“Don’t talk white! Until now, there has never been a ‘Wonyoung Ten Stars’ crowding around like you guys!”

This time, Jin-in, the chief official of the Cheonji sect, who was blocking the retreat, intervened.

“It may have been in the past. But we decided to kill all the soyo species in this unexplored region. We decided to put an end to the war of five hundred years ago.”

At the mention of a war five hundred years ago, Jinin, a leftist, felt his heart sink.

If Cheonjijong really wanted to start a war again, what they said could have been true.

At that time, a man and a woman fell out of thin air.

They were Jinin Wang Woo and Eun Soseon Jinin.

As soon as he saw the faces of the two Jinn, the leftist Jinin shouted.

“Both of you, get away! They are all masters of ‘Wonyoung Ten Stars’!”

However, masters of the Cheonji sect were one step faster than Jinin, a leftist.

The three masters were besieging the Jinn of the Soyo sect in the form of Pumja (品字).

Then again a melee ensued.

This time, superiority and inferiority were revealed in only half an hour (about 7 minutes).

“Keugh!”

Wang Woo Jin-in was pushed back by Jeung Gwan-il’s ruthless sword attack.

Suddenly, his entire body was stained with blood.

The sword landed like a ghost on the head of Wang Woo Jin-in, who was breathing heavily.

It was Bungeomgong (分劍功), a high-level swordsman of the Cheonji sect, who was said to be ‘damaged even with his eyes open’.

Wang Woo Jin-in, who was distracted by the sword in front of his eyes, lost his life in an instant.

Thinking it was time to change the bait, Cheonghae Jinin sent a glance at Jinin Son Li.

Then, Sun Ryeo Jin-in stabbed Jin-in, a leftist, at once.

At the moment of desperation, a sword flew and hit Jinin’s sword body.

Chaeeng-.

With a heavy metal sound, Son Yeo Jin’s sword bounced back.

Surprised, Sun Li Qin Yin immediately gathered his sword and turned his head to one side.

Two women walked out of the dense forest.

It was Jin-in, who was black, and her sister-in-law, Jin So-yu, Jin-in.

The blackened Jinin’s sword floated on top of Jinin’s head and did not move.

Lost in the terrifying aura that emanated from the sword, the true man could not act recklessly.

Jin-in, a leftist who had been on his way to death, hurriedly told the sword-scarred Jin-in what had happened.

The sword-stained Jinin quickly grinded his teeth.

“If all of this is true, you won’t die gracefully.”

Then, the Qinghai Jinin of the Chunji sect asked with an innocent face.

“Your special Iggy sword was well looked after. It’s amazing that a true person like you remains in Soyojong. Can you tell me your name?”

“My name is Geomseorin. When you meet your ancestors, tell them that Geomseorin sent them.”

At the same time as he finished speaking, the sword fell to the crown of Son Li Jinin’s head.

It was not a simple sword, but a technique with a high-level swordsman called Yogeomtanju (曜劍彈誅).

Sun Li Qinin hurriedly won the sword.

Zeng-!

An ominous sound resounded, as if the ice of a frozen lake was breaking.

Subsequently, Son Li’s sword could not withstand the magic bullet and broke.

At the same time, the sword that fell like a beam of light cut through Jinin’s body vertically.

With a terrifying sound, Son Li Jin’s body was cut in two from head to groin.

Cheonghae Jinin and Jeung Gwanil Jinin, who were staring at them in awe, roared and flew to the blackened Jinin.

As if waiting, Jin So-yu and Jin-in blocked Jeung-gwan-il’s front.

In the meantime, the swordsman jinin drove the cheonghae jinin to death.

Cha-cha-cha-.

When Cheonghae Jinin, who was pushed back by the opponent’s mighty swordsman, took a step backwards, a soft experience flowed in from somewhere and separated the two.

‘omg!’

Surprised, the dark-skinned Jinin frantically looked around, but saw no one.

“I don’t know who you are, but…”

Before she could finish her words, a woman wearing a veil slowly walked down from the red sky.

It was the ice and snow painting of the world.

The Qinghai Jinin, who escaped from the crisis, ran in front of her.

“They are the pillars of the Soyo sect, who are the Jinn of Ice and Snow, so if they are kept alive, the great business will be hindered.”

Bingseolhwa Jinin, who was lightly looking around the hall, waved his hand.

Go oh oh-.

The formidable pressure of Tianfeng Nakwol (天崩落月) pressed down on the true people of Soyo sect.

The power was so strong that even the sword-scarred Jinin could not move.

Then, a huge full moon fell over the heads of the Jinn of Soyo sect.

Jin-in, a swordsman and Eun So-sun, Jin-in, a left-winger, closed their eyes tightly in front of an irresistible death.

However, it seems that the sky has not yet abandoned the true people of the Soyo sect.

Kwa-kwa-kwa-.

Suddenly, at the entrance of the valley, Jingeomgang’s dragon fist wind blew and pushed Manwol obliquely away.

Cuckoo-!

A corner of the valley, hit directly by the full moon and the dragon’s fist, slowly collapsed.

Then came the voice of a bright young man.

“Wow! I’d be mad if there was a mountain spirit here too?”

He was a rival enemy who left everything and ran when the ‘Cheonri Transit Jeok’ sounded.