The Legend of the Northern Blade Chapter 150

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That place was abandoned a long time ago.

There were waterfalls and valleys in the basin surrounded by tall mountains that stretched out like swords like a folding screen. However, the water flowing through the valley had turned black and was giving off a terrible odor, and the trees were withering and dying, adding to the gloomy appearance.

The Drum Tower pavilions that once filled the basin were abandoned and neglected a long time ago, barely maintaining their form. Even though decades had passed since it was abandoned, this place was still filled with the aura of death.

It was about half a day ago that people started gathering in this place that was abandoned a long time ago. The first person to appear was an old musician. The old musician, carrying a large harp on his back, sat down in an open space in the middle of the basin and began playing the drum.

There was deep sadness in the eyes of the repentant old musician. The sadness was fully captured in the melody. As if in sympathy with his sorrow, dark clouds covered the sky. The wind carried his tune far away, and even the mountains, rivers, and trees seemed to be weeping.

Patter!

Finally, the dark clouds started pouring out rain. Rain fell on the old musician’s head as well. Rain water ran down his head, soaking his clothes. Still, the old musician’s playing did not stop.

There was a man who looked at the old musician with sad eyes. Bloody clothes fluttering like black wings and golden eyes shining brightly even in the pouring rain.

There are many warriors in the world, but there was only one man with such distinct characteristics. Black Wing Shinchang, he appeared.

Heukiksinchang’s eyes did not expect to leave the old musician.

Cheonhak Yoon, the heavenly sound demon.

He was commemorating his one and only disciple Geum Dan-yeop.

It was a requiem song played for his students. It was Yoon Cheon-hak’s last rite to send him away.

Heukixinchang could not say anything because he could not even imagine the deep sadness. He just watches in silence.

It was then. A huge shadow suddenly appeared behind Yoon Cheon-hak. The air began to shake rapidly at the appearance of a giant with a huge body like a black bear, two large axes crossed on his back, and his hair hanging down to his shoulders.

“Tsk! “If someone left Cheongseung like this, it turned out to be a sound demon.”

The giant’s mouth twisted as he looked at Yoon Cheon-hak. Formidable spirit was flowing from his body.

“It’s been a while, Chusan.”

Geohan looked in the direction the voice came from. There stood a man with golden eyes.

The giant grinned.

“Muncheon.”

Instead of his nickname, Heukiksinchang, he called him by his first name. The real name is Woo Moon-cheon, which few people know.

Wu Wentian’s eyes sank deeply.

Geohan’s name was Manchusan, and his nickname was Pacheonmabu (破天魔斧). Like Wu Mun-cheon, he was also a member of the Four Great Demon Commanders.

Because of its aggressive nature and overwhelming physical ability, like an active volcano, it is said to have the strongest destructive power among the four great magicians.

“Are we meeting after thirty years?”

“Hehe! I think that’s about it. “You haven’t changed at all between then and now.”

“The same goes for you.”

Decades have passed, but their appearance has not changed at all. It seemed as if the passage of time had only passed them by. But none of them questioned him.

Then another voice was heard.

“I thought I came first, but three people came first.”

The two people’s heads turned to the calm yet rational voice. There she was.

Mibu, a woman in her thirties with a dazzlingly beautiful appearance. Her hair is a soft black-blue and her eyes have a mysterious silver color. The woman who fully demonstrated her unrivaled beauty and presence was Baekya Seonja (白夜仙子) Salt Fragrance.

Manchusan grinned at her appearance.

“Kkkkkk! “It’s been a while, witch.”

“You haven’t changed at all.”

“If a person changes easily, it means that the day of death is not far away.”

Three of the four great magicians gathered in one place. Even the raindrops could not invade their formidable presence and bounced off in all directions.

After several decades, they gathered together again. But not everyone gathered.

Black Wing Shinchang Wu Wentian looked around and said.

“Jinmyeong is not visible. “Are they not coming after all?”

“I guess I’ll be wandering around the world again. “Because that human wanderlust doesn’t last for a day or two.”

They thought of a person who was not here.

Eugene Jin-myeong as Cheongpungmayoung (靑風魔影)

A member of the Four Great Demons like them and the fastest being in the world. As his nickname Cheongpung Mayoung suggests, he had a spirit as free as the wind. He rarely showed up except for special occasions.

“But when we make a decision, they will be the first to come running. “Because that’s the kind of person he is.”

Everyone nodded at Geumhyang’s words.

When the time comes, he will come even if you tell him not to. There was no need to fret or doubt that he was not here now.

After that, five more people joined. There was a village road that looked ordinary, and a woman who looked like she had just come out from plowing a field. These are people you can commonly see in the countryside or on the streets.

However, a prayer and presence equal to that of the four great magicians was flowing from their bodies. Wu Wentian muttered at their appearance.

“Have all the Six Demon Lords gathered here?”

If the Four Masters are the external symbols of Milya, the Six Demon Lords are the ones who actually lead Milya. They scattered throughout the world, raised disciples, and increased their power.

Although the Four Great Demon Masters were above them in rank, even they could not treat the Six Demon Zones carelessly. Cheonghak Yoon, the Cheongongumma who is still riding the mountain, is also a member of the Six Demon Zones.

As everyone gathered from the Four Great Demons to the Sixth Demon Zone, there was a lot of tension in the hall. Only then did Cheonhak Yoon stop riding and stand up.

“Cheonhak, you must be very heartbroken.”

“What happened to Dan-yeop has become really unfortunate.”

The Six Demon Lords offered words of consolation to Yun Cheon-hak, who lost his disciple.

Geumdan-Yeop was like a child to them as well. The flushed expressions on their faces when they first learned martial arts were still vivid in their memories.

They tried to comfort him, but Yun Cheon-hak’s expression was extremely cold.

“I didn’t ask for the convention just to get comfort from you. Danyeop wanted us to go out into the world. “I want to make that child’s dream come true.”

“Cheonhak!”

“As soon as Yaju comes, I will ask you to officially go out into the world.”

“… … .”

At Yoon Cheon-hak’s words, the hall fell into silence for a moment.

Some people looked excited, while others could not hide their expressions of concern.

Chonro, who had the gentlest expression among the Six Demon Zones, opened his mouth.

“Cheonhak, many children will die or get hurt.”

“You should know better that you cannot suppress them forever. They always wanted to go out into the world. We just suppressed their will. Danyeop chose death on their behalf. “I will not let his death be in vain.”

“Mmm!”

“Dan-yeop always wanted Milya to wake up. He wanted to roar at the world, he wanted to draw the sword of retribution. Look at you guys. look at me “Standing here are ugly old people who are complacent with reality and are suppressing the dreams of young people.”

Cheonhak Yoon’s voice was close to a scream. Manchusan, the coachman of Pacheon, grinned at his deep, resonant voice.

“Hehe! Looks like you’ve finally come to your senses. that’s right. You killed Danyeop. Danyeop reminded you of your stupidity.”

Manchusan shouted as he looked around the basin, which was now a land of death.

“Look carefully. This was our home. Have you already forgotten how this place was destroyed and how we were driven out? “Then you must really be a helpless idiot.”

“Bankrupt coachman, you are speaking too harshly. Even if you are a member of the Four Great Demon Masters, we are also the Six Demon Masters. “Please observe the minimum courtesy.”

A middle-aged man in his mid-40s stepped forward, exasperated by Manchusan’s provocation.

A middle-aged man dressed like a butcher, as if he were about to slaughter a cow at a slaughterhouse, had his body radiating harshness without filtering. Because of his fearsome death, even the wind held its breath and raindrops bounced in all directions with a crackling sound.

Chiljimazon (七指魔尊) chapter.

He was a member of the Six Demon Zones and the master of the Yasudao (野獸刀), the most deadly sword in the world. No matter how great he is, he is an opponent that is not easy to see. However, Wu Wen-cheon’s expression did not change at all and he frowned.

“Why do you want to give it a try?”

“Is it really going to come out like this?”

As the corners of Jang Huang’s eyes rose to the sky, his life became several times more intense. Then Manchusan grinned and raised his power.

Ugh!

Life and death clashed and resonated. A pressure that would make it difficult for an ordinary person to breathe spread through the air in all directions.

There was a real sense of tension in the room.

At that time, Cheonhak Yoon stepped forward.

“There is no need for you to fight among yourselves. Yaju will make the decision anyway.”

“Mmm!”

As Yun Cheon-hak said, the two people gradually gained strength.

Night Lord.

The absolute one who leads Milya.

No matter how great the Four Great Demons or the Sixth Demon Lords were, they could not reject his decision. Because he is the true master of darkness.

Over the past few decades, Milya has put in all her effort to create Yaju.

A true master who will rule and lead them.

He should be here by now.

Cheonhak Yoon looked up at the sky.

Suddenly the rain stopped, revealing a clear sky.

“No matter what decision you make, I will follow it. If it grows like a dog, it will grow long, and if it barks, it will bark. “If I can kill the Bukgeom who killed my student Danyeop and punish Unjungcheon.”

The angry voice of a teacher who lost a student who was like his own child was scattered in the wind.

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Jin Mu-won suddenly raised his head and looked ahead.

“ok? what’s the matter?”

Myeongryu-san looked at Jin Mu-won like that and tilted his head as if it was strange. But Jin Mu-won stared ahead for a long time without answering.

At the end of the flowing Yangtze River, a huge city was vaguely outlined.

“Is it Wuhan?”

Wuhan, the capital of Hubei Province.

It is a place where all cultures of the Jungwon intersect, and behind it lies Unjungcheon. From now on, it was no different from the front yard of Unjungcheon.

Numerous thoughts passed through Jin Mu-won’s mind like flashes of light.

The images of his father, who had no choice but to choose his own death under the harsh northern sky, and himself, who had to bow his head under the harsh wind, intersected.

“ten… … Did it take years or ten years? Until I came here.”

After wandering around for such a long time, I finally came to this place.

Unjungcheon, the land of absolutes.

martial arts,