Heavenly Inquisition Sword - Chapter 923
Episode 923. Did the wind get into your lungs too?
Just now.
So, will you eat the Nakwol dictatorship cancellation drug that continues until just before Yujayang pushes your back? Should I just go in?’
Of course, the reason for the concern is that poison smoke doesn’t seem more dangerous than I thought.
The ‘Thunder God’s Poison’ he experienced while cleaning up the twelve horsemen of Green Forest in the past was terrifying just to look at.
However, now that I’ve been to ‘Beomcheon Yokgyewangjaecheon’, I don’t feel the sense of crisis as much as I did back then.
I don’t know if it’s because he has formed the ‘Eternal Spirit’ or if his liver has grown because he believes in the ‘Nine Heaven Sword Spirit’ dwelling in his spiritual veins, but there was nothing creepy about it.
Even so, I don’t know if I should take the nakwol dictatorship cancellation that doesn’t look appetizing.
As I was hesitant about whether I should eat or not, I felt someone from behind.
I was about to give a warning to Yujayang, ‘Don’t come close to me because it’s dangerous’, but he shoved me on the back.
‘This madman?’
It was all over before I could even look back.
Fortunately, however, the poisonous dance did not invade his aura.
He breathed a sigh of relief as he watched the solo dance swaying in front of him (approximately 30 cm).
As if in self-defense, I could see that the aura was pushing away the poisonous dance.
Now that I see it, the poisoning is not the ‘Wonyoung Jiche’ or ‘Gucheon Sword Spirit’, but the supernatural ability of the Spirit itself.
When I felt more relaxed, Yuja came to mind.
In the thick poisonous fog, he laughed – with an absurd face.
‘Puhh!’
Yujayang-from the position of the owner of Giru-when he recklessly cursed a courtesan who was sold for money, he cursed the world that makes even normal people vicious.
But now I see that’s not the case.
It wasn’t that the world made him poisonous, he was originally an evil guy.
I don’t know why he took care of the street children, but he’s a bastard.
No, it’s not enough to say it’s bad.
He is a vicious guy to the point of pushing someone into poisonous smoke with a momentary emotion.
The serial killer shook his head and strode forward.
It’s a business that has left since I gave up my back once and checked the bottom of the guy.
Right now, the brain god’s processing was more urgent than chewing on Yu-ja-yang’s viciousness.
After prioritizing his work, he roamed freely in the poison fog.
It wasn’t difficult to find the Brain God.
As I followed the familiar magi, I heard a harsh breathing sound.
Hwaaak-. Hwaaak-.
It was the sound of the thunder god releasing poison.
As he approached, the harsh breathing stopped.
I couldn’t see an inch in front of me in the thick poisonous mist, but I could see that they were connected.
That there is a human face called the Thunder God coiled in front of him.
Whiing-.
A huge tail came out of the poisonous mist with a sound that cut through the air.
As soon as they matched, he took out his sword and struck his tail.
Caan-!
Sparks flew with the sound of hitting the rock wall.
“Kyaaaaa-!”
It must have been quite painful, and the sergeant screamed and withdrew his tail.
When he was blinded by the poisonous dance, he hesitated while trying to perform the Poongcheon Small Chuk.
This is because people will suffer if the poisonous dance is pushed out of the shrine by the sword wind.
‘What is it?’
After thinking about it for a while, I remembered the conversation with Tang Yun-mang, who is a serial killer.
-What if you still have to go through the poisonous smoke?
– Blow it away with the wind or burn it with fire.
– The wind is difficult. I heard that there are many people around Dokmu.
-Then burn it well.
– Burn it?
-In general, poison is weak against fire. If you really need to go into the poison smoke, burn it and go.
– With fire?
-Then do you burn it with water?
-No, I was wondering if it could be fire.
-Anything that can be burned will do.
Obviously, Tang Yun-mang said that anything that could burn, including firearms, could be used.
And he has his own wind and fire.
Until now, I had never once thought of fire when I was playing the wind scourge.
But now I needed a fire.
I glanced at the serial sword.
Dongbin Yeo, the owner of the Cheondun Sword, was also called the Fire Dragon Jinin.
It must be related to the fire dragon, or fire.
‘You know, Cheondun Sword? Now I need a real fire wind, not a wind that rises like fire.’
Cheondungeom seemed to have understood it, and said ‘Wooong-‘ and spilled his sword name.
He unleashed a thunderbolt against the poisonous dance.
Imhyeonggeomgi refers to reproducing the sword’s will in reality.
Roaring-! Qurrrr-!
A cartwheel-shaped flame with a diameter of up to 10 sheets (about 30 meters) rolled.
Enveloped in crimson flames, the weathering apocalypse advanced, burning everything around it.
Only black ashes were left in the places where the weathering kalpa had passed.
Inmyeonsa was no exception.
“Kyaaaaa-!”
Inmyeonsa, who had been hit directly by the weathering cataclysm, screamed and fluttered.
The body of Inmyeonsa seemed to be burning red from the flames of the wind-breaking cataclysm, but then it melted.
Shortly thereafter, the silk thread was scattered as ashes.
Even so, he did not pick up the serial sword.
At this point, I was thinking of burning all the miasma surrounding Sanwol Shrine.
If this miasma was removed, the disease would also disappear.
As Yeonjeokha twirled the sword blade in the air, the wind-blown sword began spinning around the shrine.
It’s hot- It’s hot-.
“uh?”
The young man’s face was stained with embarrassment.
As the huge wheel of fire rotated around the shrine, flames broke out in all directions.
The fire that burned the bushes around the shrine spread to Gunja.
‘Oops!’ I wanted to pick up the weathering catapult, but the fire had already spread out of control.
“It’s a mess.”
It was dark before my eyes when I saw the military assets covered in fire and smoke.
It was good to get rid of the thunder god and poison smoke with firearms, but such a large forest fire!
I thought, ‘Should I just run away?’, but I soon brushed it off.
You came to get rid of the poison smoke for the people, and then started a forest fire and ran away?
It is nonsense.
Yeonjeokha, who was racking his brains to find a solution, hesitated.
‘Wouldn’t it be possible to use water if I realized fire energy with my sword?’
Anyway, it was the same in terms of fire energy, water energy, and five elements.
Coincidentally, there is a herbivore named Hyeonnyeo Kangwoo (玄女降雨) in the Gucheongugum.
It means ‘to make sword spirit fall like rain’, but it seemed like it would be okay to wish for skill instead of sword spirit.
Who knows if water droplets will pour out instead of black air like in ‘Wooding Coward’.
‘Because it’s worth going down. I’ll have to run away if it doesn’t work until I try to use only Hyeonnyeo Kangwoo.’
If you don’t do your best, you have no choice but to run away.
That’s nothing to be ashamed of.
The serial enemy glared at the Cheondun Sword again and wished.
‘You know, Cheondun Sword? You need real water, not black magic. water please! water! water!’
Again, the Cheondungeom shouted ‘Wooong-!’ I cried.
I gritted my teeth and glared at the flames.
I don’t know if he really understood the words or if it was because of his own spirit, but there was no other way.
“let’s go-!”
With a hot cry, he unfolded the virtuous woman Kang-woo.
Kurur- Kurur-.
Now, in the gloomy early evening sky, a continuous sound of thunder could be heard.
Then something fell.
It was the water vapor, or water droplets, that Yeonjeokha had longed for.
Shoot ah-.
The fire, which had spread as if it would devour the military assets, slowed down and faded little by little.
He burst into laughter like a madman having a love affair in the front yard of Sanwolsindang, which has become ashes.
“Ahahaha!”
I can’t believe that the wind and rain of the immortals I’ve only heard about was so simple!
It was only now that I realized that I was in the state of a half-god.
After laughing for a long time, he trudged down when the fire was completely extinguished.
***
Angry Yang.
An entertainment district in the east of Pareung.
Cheonhwagak.
Yuja-yang, who finished dinner early, visited Cheonhwagak after a long time.
There was no other reason.
In the afternoon, I told the young man about Geumhyang, a courtesan of Cheonhwagak, and I was drawn to Geumhyang.
When he entered the store, the owner of Cheonhwa Pavilion, Chu Yeomong, greeted him with a bright smile.
“Yu Daehyeop! welcome. Even if you don’t, the time has come for you to come, but I’m just doing it. Just yesterday, a good drink came in. Looking at that drink made me think of Daehyeop Yu so much.”
Eventually, Chu Yeo-mong led Yu-ja-yang right below the tower where the dancers were dancing.
It is the best place in Cheonhwagak, so you can know what Chu Yeomong thinks of him.
However, Yujayang did not sit down and said with a sullen face.
“I want to go to my room today.”
Going from Giru to the room just means that drinking isn’t the goal.
Chu Yumong smiled and took him back to the plum room.
The Four Princes of Maenangukjuk can be said to be a special room in Cheonhwagak.
Only then did the corners of Yuja’s lips go up.
As soon as Yu Ziyang sat down, Chu Yumong asked kindly.
“So, what kind of wind was blowing today, so you found all the rooms? Who can I call you?”
Then, as if she had been waiting, Miss Yu said.
“The smell of gold.”
“It’s difficult for Geumhyang because she has other guests, how about Soso? It’s time for elementary school.”
“The smell of gold.”
Yuja-yang only found Geum-hyang.
Chu Yeo-mong spoke cautiously at Yu-ja-yang’s stubbornness, which had never been seen before.
“I can’t help it if Yu Dae-hyeop must see Geum-hyang…. You know that Geum-hyang doesn’t wait on the bed, right?”
“That’s something I know how to do. Bring the golden incense with you.”
“No, you are great. It’s not like we’re seeing each other for a day or two. Also, Yu Dae-hyeop shouldn’t behave badly at Cheonhwa-gak, right? It can’t happen if something happens to Geum-hyang.”
Chu Yumong looked at Yu Ziyang with nervous eyes.
Although Akhabang was looking after him, the people of Akhabang sometimes told the truth when drunk.
‘Yu Ziyang is also a master in the underworld, so there will be no one to stop him…’ There’s no way
the ark in the underworld would go out on something like this, and it seemed that the day was fierce today.
Yui said, narrowing her eyes.
“Chu Daejeo, when did you see me playing in Cheonhwa Pavilion? Bring the golden incense with you.”
“Because I’m serving guests right now.”
“Oh really. I am also a guest today. Bring a guest who is more valuable than me.”
“Ew! all right. I’ll bring you now No real night service. you know?”
“Because I know how to do it. If you don’t like the smell of gold, neither do I. What do you see people as?”
“I know that Daehyeop Yu doesn’t talk nonsense. Then wait a minute.”
After a while, Yeomong Chu came holding the hand of a gisaeng whose cheeks were red from drunkenness.
It was the best Geumhyang in Cheonhwagak.
Chu Yeomong tapped the seat next to me with his hand.
“Come and sit down.”
Geumhyang sat down next to Yujayang after watching Chuyeo’s dream once.
“Then, Daehyeop Yu. Please take good care of me.”
Chu Yeo-mong went out of the plum with a request to say a word again.
When the owner left, Yujayang held out an empty cup to Geumhyang.
As Geum-hyang filled the glass, Yuja-yang shook the empty glass as she poured it into her mouth.
Geumhyang hurriedly filled her glass. Yuja-yang emptied her glass again at once.
After doing so dozens of times, Yang Yu’s face turned red.
Geumhyang was trying to cheer up the awkward atmosphere, but Yujayang asked right away.
“Did the wind get into your lungs too?”