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It was a noisy battlefield that was no different from the Abi Kyu Hwan where more than a thousand people were fighting.

Whoops!

Strangely, the sound of Minghuan Qin Yin's neck breaking rang into the ears of everyone on the battlefield.

Maybe it was an auditory hallucination.

Minghuan Jin Yin's neck was so deformed by Mu Jin's maw that it could have made a natural bone-breaking sound in his head.

In other words, it was just as shocking.

It meant that more than a thousand warriors were looking at Mujin instead of the enemy in the crossroads of life and death.

From the time the first Golden Sun Shinni fell, some of the eyes of the warriors were directed at Mujin.

In the midst of the urgency, the eyes of those who felt uncomfortable were focused one by one.

And when everyone started looking at Mujin...

Mu Jin had broken the bone in Minghuan Jinyin's neck.

Holo Ami and Qingsheng Jangmunin· And the sight of his victory over the Elder of the Fortune Teller momentarily paralyzed the battlefield.

And immediately after a moment of silence.

Conflicting reactions erupted.

"Wow!!"

"Mujin Has Triumphed!"

"Shaolin Divine Dragon!!"

"Drive out the enemies!!"

Shaolin and Shaman· The warriors of the Sichuan Tang family began to shout and push the enemy as if they had already won the war.

"Protect the Long Gatekeeper!!"

"We must cast out that demon!!"

Cheongsung and Ami· The disciples of the Fortune Teller Sect turned their eyes and began to rush towards Mu Jin.

To be precise, towards the corpses of the two Zhang Wen, who were overpowered by Mu Jin and collapsed vomiting blood, and Minghuan Jin Yin, who had a broken neck.

It was foolish.

Everywhere are the Shaolin and Shaolin clan samurai are looking for you.

They didn't care about the attacks coming from everywhere, and they only looked at the wall where Mujin stood.

Naturally, the casualties were bound to mount rapidly.

'Is this acceptable?'

It wasn't Ami or Qingsheng's disciple who thought of this.

The shaman's sword that cut down the Qingcheng disciple who was running forward felt a sense of unfamiliarity.

It was because of such a one-sided slaughter.

It was the commander who existed to prevent such foolishness.

Ami and the three who were supposed to lead the Qingcheng Fortune Telling Window were either dead or down. By the hand of Mujin·

Of course, there were also a number of elder-level figures who could give instructions on behalf of Elder Zhang Wen and Elder Minghuan.

"Protect the Long Gatekeeper!!"

"We must recover the body of Ming Huan!!!

Those who were supposed to replace the commander had already turned their eyes back.

It must mean that the disciples of the Mun sect are loyal to the elders and elders.

At least for now.

That loyalty was producing the worst possible results.

And if anyone here is heading for the worst after the disciples of the Gate Alliance...

"It's a mountain over a mountain."

It was Mujin·

Ami and Qingsheng· And the Fortune Teller · Hundreds of warriors were rushing to catch only one thing.

Shaolin and shamans in the vicinity· Dozens of people were dying in the Tang family's attack, but it wasn't a pleasant sight for Mu Jin, who was about to be attacked by hundreds.

'It's not a swarm of ants...'

It looked like a swarm of ants swarming around to pick up the sweets and bread that had fallen to the floor.

Of course, swarms of ants rarely killed humans.

As long as the ant is not so poisonous as to kill a human in one fell swoop.

Kwow!!

Mujin teased his limbs incessantly at the disciples of the Munfa Alliance who rushed at him at the cost of his life.

Of course, not many of them were up to the level to fend off Mujin's blow.

In a way, it was a rather comfortable situation.

They didn't even bother to move to kill the enemy, they were rushing to their extremities on their own.

But he's also short-lived.

By the time I'd killed dozens of moths flying through my limbs, I'd killed them.

'you· I'm not going to fight to death, I'm going to be crushed to death, right?'

Mujin felt that he was approaching his limit.

It wasn't easy to deal with two elders and an elder alone. Naturally, the internal air exhaustion was also severe, and the power outage was about to be emptied.

I was trying to figure out how to get out of this situation.

Mu Jin was able to find his life through the appearance of a moth crushed by his fist.

To be precise, through the eyes of the booths.

'Oh!'

After all, their main purpose was not to kill themselves.

To retrieve the two men who had been killed by him and the elder of the Fortune Teller Sect who had been turned into a corpse.

If so·

"Take these!!"

Mujin yelled and threw the fallen Amifa Zhang Wenin as hard as he could.

Not towards a swarm of ants rushing towards him, but toward an empty clearing in the distance.

“!!!”

"Long Writer!!"

"We have to protect the long gatekeepers!!"

In an instant, the tragedy unfolded.

The disciples of the Ami Sect, who had started to run in reverse to protect the Golden Sun God Flying in the distance, and the disciples of the Qingcheng Fortune Sect, who were still rushing towards Mujin, were colliding and jostling with each other.

"Oho..."

Realizing that this method worked, Mu Jin threw away the Qingcheng Sect Zhang Wenmen this time.

Naturally, it was a different direction from where he threw the Amifa long gatekeeper.

The intention was to cause the disciples of each sect to split into different directions.

And Mujin's aim was well received.

"You feel like a zookeeper."

Every time he threw a long seal, the disciples of each sect would run wild and rush at him, almost like monkeys.

Finally, they threw Minghuan Qin Yin's corpse into the distance, and in the end, the three factions were separated.

Even as they were ignorantly charging at Mujin, they had been severely damaged and now only half of them were left.

Did they already realize that there was no hope for this battle?

"Retreat!!"

The three factions were scattered and began to retreat from their own.

* * *

Immediately after the enemy retreated·

"Waaaaaa!!a

Shouts of victory erupted everywhere.

And in between the shouts were voices of praise for Mujin.

"Mujin! Mujin!!"

"The Shaolin Divine Dragon has done a great job!!"

"Shouldn't it be called the best power in the world now?"

At the time of the battle at Wulin League· Mujin was seen fighting with a whistle in the midst of a melee.

But in the end, when Mu Jin killed Meng Zhu, there were no people nearby. There are only no witnesses.

But this time was different.

In front of countless martial artists, he stood alone and triumphed against two elders and an elder.

"It's not worth the nickname of King Kwon!"

"Hahahahaha· If you do it, it's not the Shaolin God Dragon anymore, it's the Shaolin King!"

It was the moment when a new star was born in Wulin.

In the place of the star of the company that has been called the Dark King for decades.

* * *

Take a moment to enjoy the joy of victory.

Shaolin and Shaman· The warriors of the Tang family began to clear the battlefield.

The clashes of the martial arts had devastated many places, but what was even worse was the situation around them, which was worthy of the word "Shishan Blood Sea."

The truth that I was missing because I was intoxicated with victory for a while· The fact that so many people had died was felt by everyone as they cleared the battlefield.

The number of corpses strewn around the walls of the Tang family seemed to easily exceed five hundred.

Of course, most of them were dressed in the robes of Qingcheng and Ami.

There were also many corpses dressed in the green robes of the Tang family, and there were also a few corpses of shamans and Shaolin scattered throughout the country.

Having rejoiced in the joy of victory, they were now longing for their departed executioners as they cleared the battlefield.

"Shaolin and Shaman· And collect the corpses of the Tang family in one place. Tonight· We will gather the departed together and hold a memorial service."

Under Zhuge Muhuan's instructions, they began to sort the corpses.

Seeing the monks and monks moving around, Zhuge Muhuan turned his head to look at the monk's representative, Xuanchen, and the shaman's representative, the elder Yunzheng Jinyin.

"Monk Chief· Unjeong Jinin· Would it be okay if I gave the disciples a drink tonight?"

The two of them looked puzzled at his words, and Zhuge Muhuan explained.

"It's natural to miss and mourn those who have departed, but today's battle is a victory. When it comes to soothing low moods and boosting morale, a little drinking will help."

This was also the reason why Zhuge Muhuan chose the memorial service instead of chasing after those who had escaped.

They were all physically exhausted from the continuous battles and marches.

In such a situation, it was a risky decision to fight again in a state of low morale or distraught.

"Our shaman doesn't allow drinking on special occasions, so it's okay."

Hearing Yun Zheng Qin Yin's answer, Zhuge Muhuan looked at Chen Tian.

Prefectural Heaven was worried·

Unlike shamans, in Shaolin there was no such thing as "when drinking is permitted" in the law.

But don't worry about it for a while.

"Amitabha Buddha· Eventually the law changes. . .

Yes· It's like "only patients are allowed to eat meat" for the treatment of light in the eye. Just as the law was made.

"Thanks to Mu Jinyi, the Shaolin Law has changed many times. Hehehehe...'

Naturally, his gaze turned to Mujin, who had come to be called King Kwon.

* * *

By the time the battlefield was cleared and preparations for the memorial service began.

A sudden visitor came to the house.

The person who got off the chariot with the banner of the Heavenly Stream was Liu Xuehua.

She had come here to gather information about what had happened in various parts of the Middle Plains and to deliver the news for herself.

If she came in person, there would be a lot of information that was quite important, so the meeting of the top leaders began right in the Tang family's heart.

Tang Paijin, the head of the Tang family, and Yun Jung Jinin, the representative of the shaman. And Shaolin's Heaven and Mujin· Lastly, it was a meeting in which only Zhuge Muhuan and Liu Xuehua, who could be said to be the general army, participated.

"First of all, I'm going to let you know what you're curious about."

Liu Xuehua told us about the general course of the war.

"Zhuge Sega and Zhongnanfa eventually succeeded in 'sealing' the volcano. It's not just a pact, and it's going to take decades for them to get back on their feet."

"You finished the job faster than I thought. Their resistance must have been quite strong."

Liu Xuehua replied to Yun Zheng Jinyin's words.

"The Zhuge Sega base was shining, but the volcano itself had lost much of its strength. As the monk Mujin said, it seemed that he had suffered greatly from the civil war. It is said that Yun Sun Jinyin, who was even called the Volcano Sword Ship, was trapped in the depths of the Huashan Sect, abandoned in the halls of the Huashan Sect.

"Huh... How could you do such a thing to the highest adult in the sect?"

The horrific story raised eyebrows among all those present in the talks.

"In any case, the Zhuge Sega and Zhongnan Sect who enshrined the volcano moved towards Wulin Meng. As Zhuge Muhuan said, I will work with the members of the Wulin League who have expressed their willingness to join us to stabilize the rear and thin out the ganja."

Things seemed to be going as expected, so Mujin nodded with satisfaction.

But what followed was unexpected.

"And this time it's news for Safa. It is said that Guangxi Province's Tuxin Fang and Kowloon Bang joined hands to attack Guangdong Jinjia. In the process, the Guangdong Jinga collapsed, and even the Jinjiaju Qin Qianyang died... It is said that an unexpected person has appeared."

"If it's an unexpected person, has it been a Hyuk Jin River?"

Ambassador Xuanchen wondered if Hyuk Jingang, who was said to have been severely injured by the Nangong Martial Drama, had fully recovered, but Liu Xuehua shook his head.

"No, I don't. It is said that a woman named Major Bai, who was a mysterious woman in her early twenties and was known as Qin Qianyang's mistress, was actually a middle-aged woman who had been disguised as a transfiguration technique. Her skill was even on par with Guichang Paijinsheng, and according to the letter sent by the Ark of Daoyuecheon, it was doubtful that she was one of the lords of Xincheon."

"Huh..."

"If you deal with one, another one will pop out, and it's amazing how powerful they are."

"It's even more frightening that he didn't come forward and tried to control Wulin even though he had the power to do so."

Let's wait to see the reaction with a mixture of astonishment and surprise.

Liu Xuehua opened his mouth cautiously to deliver the last message.

In a way, he had come in person to tell him the news.

"Finally, the demon bridge began to move..."