United We Live, We Scatter We Die (1)

 

The villagers of the South were driven out and the demons were established.

A shadow has entered the hall used by the Red Flame King as his residence.

Surprisingly, none of the demons who stood in the vicinity of the Red Flame King's residence noticed the presence of the shadow.

Ambitious Vision· The Red Flame King bowed to the shadow that had entered with his pretense hidden.

"Are you back?"

The one who assimilated with the darkness and came to visit the Red Flame King was a young man named Xiao Tianju.

He had promised to take the elixir at dawn the day before, but he had not returned until the evening after half a day.

The Red Flame King, who had paid his respects to Xiao Tianju, looked up and saw Xiao Tianzhu's eyes, and opened his mouth cautiously.

"Did you have any problems with the elixir?"

His eyes were slightly red.

Besides, it seemed that he had spent a long time absorbing the elixir as he had been away for nearly a day, so it was inevitable that such a question would arise.

In response to the Red Flame King's question, Xiao Tianzhu replied with a fishy smile.

"Yin Qi was a pretty strong elixir, but this isn't a big deal, so don't worry about it."

When I was a kid when I first learned the art and began to absorb the elixir, I might have had a hard time. The harmony of yin and yang was often broken.

But now that he had reached a certain level, this level of imbalance was enough to be suppressed.

If he hadn't been able to control himself in the first place, he wouldn't have been able to sneak out and move as he is now.

"Oh... And while looking for a place to take the elixir, he found a place where his energy was strangely distorted."

"Maybe it's a haven where apostates are hiding. Lord Lesser God·"

At the words of the Red Flame King, Xiao Tianzhu smiled with the scent of blood.

"Hmph... I thought that was the case, so I personally broke down the true law of the place and went into it. There were a lot of grubs there, so I cleaned it up, but unfortunately there was no one who looked like it."

To be precise, I thought it was a good place to absorb the elixir, so I went to find apostates hiding.

He wanted to absorb the elixir quickly, so he just killed him and absorbed the elixir on the spot.

He explained the day's events in his own way.

"Oh... Speaking of which, have you found the location of the Shaolin Divine Dragon?"

“··· He reappeared in the early hours of the morning, but no trace of him has been made."

"Tsk· It looks like the Demon Cult is a den of incompetent bastards..."

Holding his tongue lightly, he moved toward the bed.

"If you find the location of the Shaolin Divine Dragon, wake him up."

He had lost interest in anyone other than the Shaolin Divine Dragon.

To be precise, I wasn't interested in anything other than the elixir in the first place.

However, since it was the Shaolin Divine Dragon who had disturbed their realm many times, they were only slightly interested.

"I wish he had a little bit of a rip-and-kill flavor . . ."

Those who were killed in the cave this morning were too weak. It didn't kill people, it felt like killing flies and mosquitoes.

Therefore, the Shaolin Divine Dragon, who had interfered with Yinju's plans and killed several lords, was hoping that he would be able to enjoy a little bit of it.

* * *

Mu Jin muttered, staring at the throat of a child left in a cave.

"Is it some kind of sucker?"

If there was a technique that could be made into a throat without blood or scars, the one that immediately came to mind was the suction hole.

Of course, it was described as a suction hole, but there were many different types.

As far as Mu Jin knew right now, there was the Blood Demon's Heavenly Blood Absorption Dafa that had passed on the Golden Wu Divine Gong to Mu Qing.

However, no matter what type they were, the most certain thing was that they were all classified as "magic balls."

Apart from the fact that the caster was struck by the magic and became a madman, the method itself was too vicious.

In that sense... It was possible that the person who created the throat was a demon cult.

During the civil war of the Demon Cult, there was such a throat in the middle of the corpses of the apostates, so it would be even more likely.

"For some reason, I'm worried about the one Gu Yang said about..."

The enormous master of Gu Yang's age that Gu Yang Fei talked about·

At that age, it felt unrealistic to surpass Gu Yang, but if it was a suction ball, it was a possibility.

The 'crackle' sound made from Mujin's fist as he stared at what appeared to be a child's corpse echoed through the quiet cave.

The exact identity of the one Gu Yang Fei said was still unknown.

It could have been the power that was secretly cultivated by the Demon Cult, or it could have been the disciple of the Master of the Hermit in the South, or it could have been the Master of the Divine Heaven that did not appear in the novel.

But it didn't matter what it was anymore.

"I've got a solid reason to kill him..."

At the very least, there was no reason to let an innocent child live. Even if he doesn't have anything to do with the Divine Heaven...

If he had reached the level of surpassing the Gu Yang Clan, he was a terrible villain who couldn't even fathom how many children he would have killed.

* * *

After burying the corpses of apostates and children, Mujin and Mu Yul left the cave.

I wanted to give him a proper funeral, but the situation was not convenient, so I had to deal with it in a small way.

The two of them walked through the bushes at night, tracking the scent of Shaolin and moving.

Naturally, there were demons patrolling all over the forest, but thanks to Lingling and Mu Yul's monstrous senses, they were able to avoid their movements.

It would have been impossible if the Cultists were walking around in a dense crowd, but the Cultists were also limited in number, and most of all, they had to be spread out because they wanted to monitor the entire area.

After thus moving through one city, they were able to reach the vicinity of another hiding place.

"Hmm? I'm sure it smells like this, doesn't it?"

Mu Yul twitched his eyes in confusion. There seemed to be nothing in the place where the smell was there.

"It's the true method, right?"

The previous safe houses and hiding places were all spread out by the True Law, so Mu Jin went to the place where Mu Yul had pointed.

As expected, Mujin took a few steps to reveal a huge tree in a seemingly empty place.

Then, in the tunnel between the roots of the great tree, someone poked its head out.

"Mujin!"

Suddenly, it was Mu Qing who raised his head like a mole.

"How many more are inside?"

Mu Jin pointed to the tunnel from which Mu Qing had protruded, and Mu Qing replied.

"Twelve of us, including me..."

"What about the wounded?"

“··· There are a lot of minor injuries. There are three people who are so injured that they can't move."

While the two of them are talking, One by one, people emerged from the tunnels.

Some of them were men dressed in the clothes of the Red Tiger Corps, and there were disciples of Shaolin and shamans.

Mujin briefly explained the situation to them.

"It's good to be scattered like this, but if you get caught, you run the risk of being in vain. So now we're going to get back together and shake them up."

"It is good to assemble, but where shall we gather?"

Mu Jin replied to the Shaolin disciple's question.

"I know where the monk and the others are hiding. I'm thinking of moving there first."

"Do you know the way to get there?"

In response to the question that followed, Mu Jin pointed to Mu Yul and said,

"Mu Yul knows..."

Mu Yul tilted his head and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Huh? Am I?"

There was a moment of silence in his clear answer.

“··· Didn't you remember that?"

"Heheh... Did you forget all the way you came?"

"Are you looking for it by the smell?"

"There are similar smells all over the place, so I don't know exactly which one is the one that the monk smelled of. Did you just pick one of the similar smells here?"

Mu Yul's answer, which seemed so obvious, left Mujin speechless.

'I'm an. I thought Mu Yul would remember all of it..."

When Mujin blames himself, wondering if he should have moved on a map.

The Red Tiger who was listening to the story carefully raised his hand.

"I . . . Could it be that the monk of the outer temple is the one who moved with our Danju at the end? I know where he went, but..."

As he listened, Mu Jin nodded urgently at the good news.

* * *

There were Red Tiger men who knew where to return, so they prepared themselves and left their hiding place.

Those who were still strong began to move to help the wounded, but surprisingly they were not detected by the demons.

"Hey... I don't have a human detector."

Mu Yul and Lingling· It was because he was with him until the time of the martial arts.

Lingling, who is beyond the level of a human being (although Lingling is not a human in the first place...), boasts a sense of smell and hearing, and Muyul·

On top of that, he was accompanied by a martial arts officer with a genius sense, so it was not difficult for him to detect even the demons moving at a distance of dozens of lengths.

In order to escape the senses of the three, he would have to master at least the same level of stealth as the Killer King.

Shi Jin, who wanted to move away from the wide but coarse surveillance of the demons.

It was not difficult for them to reach the hideout where the Manifestation and the Red Tiger Danju were resting.

"Thank you for your hard work, Mujin-ah..."

"No, I don't. Monk of the Outer Temple· I'm thinking about going back one more time as there's still time until the sun rises."

"If you do, I'll join you this time. I rested well for a day, and my body recovered to some extent."

Mujin shook his head at Hyunhyun's words.

"I think it's better to have fewer numbers because you have to sneak around. Like this time, Mu Yul and Lingling· And I'm going to take you with me."

With three human-detectors, it seemed that they could complete the mission without much engagement.

“··· Am I injured?"

Of course, there was no such thing as the consent of the police.

* * *

In the end, Mu Qing and Mu Yul Lingling were forced by Mu Jin to leave the hiding place again.

On top of that, the Red Tiger Lord was also with the three of them.

He tried to avoid being seen with the Demonists as much as possible, but this was unavoidable.

"There's no guarantee that there will be any Red Tiger who knows this location this time around."

What's the point of arriving at a hideout and not being able to bring back the people who are hiding there?

I thought I'd draw a map and move around, but it was too difficult to maintain a sense of direction on the dense forest road in the south.

"Well, thanks to the three human detectors, you won't be caught anyway..."

Mujin, who has been moderately rationalized, is a mixture of martial arts and martial arts. Then, together with the Red Tiger Danju, he set out to find his companions.

After traveling for quite a long time, they were able to reach the vicinity of the place where the group was hiding.

"Damn..."

I felt another presence approaching the hideout from nearby.

It seems that the Demon Cult guys weren't all idiots, and their hideout was eventually discovered.

* * *

Recluses and Shaman's Disciples· And Mu Gung, who was hiding with the Red Tiger Members, was the first to feel uncomfortable.

As expected, when I left the hideout, I could see the images of the demons approaching me with their bodies covered in black robes, dimly visible through the darkness.

"I'll stop you! Avoid!"

Mu Gong wasted no time in shouting, and the Shaolin monks who were with him replied in a startled voice.

"What the hell is that?"

"How could you be protected by Sajil!"

In terms of distribution, he had the lowest rank of the Infinite Rank of all those here.

In a way, Mu Gung was a child who needed to be protected.

But Mu Infinite had a different idea.

"I am a descendant of the head of the Hundred Eight Monks, the Huidam Sajo."

There is no law that says you must belong to the same party as your teacher or master, but Mu Mu always accepted that path.

The trigger may have been the experience of guarding the White Family Territory in Guangxi Province.

From then on, I realized that it was more rewarding to protect someone than to become a martial arts officer and to tour the river.

There were even a lot of wounded here, so it didn't matter. These were the ones he had to protect.

"No one will be able to pass by this place until they kill me!!"

Mu Gong shouted with gusto, and the heavy and hot energy that had been sitting in the hall was raised.

A lava-like energy rushed through his entire body, swelling in size, and the limits of the inner air gathered in his heart.

Bang!!

A giant flame beast resembling that of Buddha Buddha sat through the darkness and went forward.

* * *

Bang!!!

With a huge explosion, intense flames illuminate the vision.

"Wow! It's playing with fire!!"

Mu Yul shouted what was so exciting and headed in the direction of the flames.

"It looks like the martial arts of the death penalty are coming back to haunt you?"

He knew who had lit the flame and had a happy look on his face.

Mujin's face, on the other hand, was distorted inexorably.

"Advertise that we're here quite a bit. You..."

With that much flame, it was obvious that hundreds of people outside would flock here.