Chapter 225 The Hidden Power

“No!
Stunned, Wen Song took a step back.
Inyoung’s identity on the map was a woman.
A middle-aged woman, possibly in her late thirties or early forties, with a shaved head and pea bag.
It was beautiful.
Even her hair was styled like a flower bud from a new year’s sleep.
It kind of reminds me of a jet-black chrysanthemum.
In addition.
Her body, wrapped in flowing clothes, exuded a voluptuous, sensual charm that took my breath away.
Dressed head to toe in black, his skin looked exceptionally white.
That’s why he had a weird, intimate vibe that was different from Yeom Sang-ah’s Mi-tae.
I even had a long, black pacho wire in one hand.
Yin Shang’er gestured with his hand and said.
“It’s okay, it’s under my watch.”
The middle-aged maiden was none other than Yomonji, a phonetic paralytic.
A lewd and brutal man, he is the only henchman in the upper echelons of the Sun Moon Sect and the only one that Vice Master Yin Sang-ah trusts.
Wen Song took a long breath, as if relieved.
Yin Shang’er soon handed the scroll to Yomongzi, then looked at Wen Song and asked.
“Does Confucius in the preface know this?”
“My team should have been there by now and debriefed you. We’re still in the process of closing down, but we’ll take calls if it’s urgent.”
“Very well, then, tell them that the bishop has given you permission to associate.”
“Oh, yeah.”
“And that he’ll be doing something big soon. Of course, the events surrounding the Iron Stream are a factor, but…… probably won’t change his mind, since he already considers Confucius the rightful heir.”
“Okay, so I…… one, but what’s the big deal about getting my hands on a shinobi sword?”
Wonsong asked, and Yeom Sang-ah nodded slightly.
“That’s right, it’s no longer a secret to hide, thanks to Chul Ryu-Heon’s public comments.”
“Hmm…… I see my guess was right after all, then the mission to verify the existence of the Martial Sword is the one you mentioned earlier…….”
“Yes, that’s what the headmaster wants me to do. I can’t take Chu Liuhui’s words at face value, but the most important thing right now is to complete my training in the West Gate.”
“I’m sure you’ll be able to shorten the time, we all believe that. He’s so good at what he does.”
“Yes. I believe so, too, and…… must, as things are urgent.”
“Then I’m going to hurry back to work.”
Wen Song simply gave an example, then deployed his kung fu and disappeared.
Immediately after.
After reading the scroll, Yomonji smiled thinly.
“Hoo hoo. Things are getting pretty interesting.”
“Unexpectedly, iron flows are a variable…….”
“The potential for a real powerhouse is scary.”
“If he hears this story…… how will it come out?”
It meant Yangbu Arunnan.
Yomonji replied with a smile.
“You’re strong, so you won’t stop moving forward, smashing everything in your path.”
“Going head-to-head…… is nothing new.”
But then.
flutter->
There was a fluttering sound and a black figure appeared at his side.
However, Yao Mongzi was not surprised.
Rather, it seemed to be waiting for him to come.
“Follow me?”
Yeom Sang-ah asked in a low voice, and the black In-young stiffened.
“He told me to just report the route, but…… in effect ordered surveillance, which you know is just his habitual instruction, so don’t mind him.”
A middle-aged man with a sharp long gun and a tall frame.
A sharp-eyed, longsword-wielding churchman in his mid-forties.
The Eight Great Apostles are the highest echelons of the religion, with the exception of the head priest, who is a deity.
The church was one of them, the Samsadhos.
The January symbol and the character “three” embroidered on the abdomen of the chest represent the teaching position of Ilshin.
As befits the occasion, the void level was very high.
The Eight Great Teachers, including the Kishil Satsudo, were trained in the ascension magic of the Sun Moon Dai Nai Gong as a polarizing technique.
Yin Shang’a, the head of the family, said coldly.
“The old man won’t trust anyone else until he dies, but that’s none of my business.”
He looked at Samsado meaningfully.
“I hope your loyalty is unwavering.”
Samsado immediately responded with a serious expression.
“My oath is steadfast. This body and mind belong to the lady, as does that phonetic paralysis…….”
At the sound of that, Yeom-sang-ah’s eyes lit up with satisfaction.
“Yes, I believe it. I’m the one who put the work in, you’re…….”
“Yes, sir. You have given me the strongest arm among the Apostles, and for that I am ever grateful.”
“Oh, did they move?”
“They reached out to me last night, and I’m sure they’ll respond soon.”
“Hoot. Good. Everything’s going according to plan.”
Samsado chimed in, his eyes shining.
“No matter what happens, the ultimate winner will be you.”
“Whatever.”
Yeom-sang-ah smiles faintly, and Yomong-ji asks her a question.
“You didn’t forget what I told you……, did you?”
Suddenly, Yeom recalled their last conversation.
-Mrs. Ai, I repeat, give me your body…… but don’t give me your heart. You never know what he’ll do in the future, and he’s so intent on achieving his magical arts that he’s willing to kill even my blood relatives, including Seo-moon Seiju. You can never be too careful.
-Yes, I know, my heart belongs to no one else anyway.
-You’re my boss again.
‘No one can stand on my head. Wall, you’re just a tool anyway.’
After clearing his mind, Yeom Sang-ah nodded.
“You can’t forget that.”
He then gives a command to Yomonji.
“You’ll go straight to the First Counselor, and I’ll tell him separately that I’ve left in a hurry to inform him of the scroll’s contents.”
“Yes. Miss.”
“And if you’re in a pinch…….”
“Hoo hoo. I know what you mean. I’ll just have to take care of it.”
With those words, Yomonji moved the shinigami and disappeared like the wind.
“Come on, let’s go, too.”
After shredding the scroll, Yin Sang-ah unleashed an exhilarating light kung fu technique, and Samsado quickly followed suit.
Whiz, whiz, whiz-.
The sound of wind rushing past your ears.
Yin Sang-ah muttered to herself as she continued on her way, her hair whipping around her face.
‘Iron flow marks. You don’t know him yet, and I wonder how much power he’s hiding…… if they go head-to-head.’
* * *
The Zongnan Sect, a Taoist faction of the Zongfang Murmur located on Mount Zongnan.
But not anymore.
The place was eventually taken over by the Cult of January and turned into a den of demons.
Meanwhile, the screaming continued in the Sect’s underground compound.
“Turn off…… evil……!”
Rectangular chamber used as a place of seniority.
Chained and pinned to one wall, the seventy-year-old man screamed in agony.
“Off…… off…… off……!”
Then the figure in front of him smirked and said, “You’re right.
“Hoo-hoo. That’s it. I can finally see the end.”
A face with swarthy skin and a sharp look…… and short hair, and a small stature that looked like it hadn’t grown up yet.
He had the appearance of a seventeen-year-old boy, and was the current head of the Ilwolma sect, the Ilwolma surname Arunnan.
Tzitzit, tzitzit……
An unpleasant chime sounds.
It was the sound of a dark light.
The aura emanating from Arun Nan’s two eyes is the same as that of a seventy-year-old man.
It was a strange phenomenon.
Then.
Flash!
The aura dissipated like an explosion.
Static.
The septuagenarian’s expression changed.
His face had disappeared, replaced by a face full of life.
What it is.
Arun Nan, who was standing in front of him, asked.
“What is your name?”
“This is corn…….”
The old man’s pupils glazed over as he answered in silence.
“Tell me your job title.”
“Yes. The Sect of the South…… is eighteen long sentences.”
I did.
The old man’s identity was the current head of the Sect of the South, Jade Water.
“Who am I?”
“This is the master…….”
“And?”
“The great…… is here.”
Ah Lun Nan smiled and let out a cold voice.
“Let me do one last check. Bring them in.”
No sooner had he finished speaking than the door to the far room opened and several people stepped inside.
The Mundos of this place, captured by the Moon Cultists.
There were about a dozen of them.
They’re all tied up and can’t move at will.
Everyone’s faces were white as a sheet, and they looked terrified.
You’re not gagged.
But they couldn’t get the words out.
It was clear that he had been subjected to intense qigong.
Arun Nan turned his head to stare at the Mundos.
“You will now be put to death.”
With that, my eyes shifted back to the cornfield.
“What is your will?”
When asked, the jade boss replied emotionlessly.
“I only serve in submission. Only if it is my master’s wish…….”
“Hahahahaha, hahahahaha!”
The terrifying Arun Nan’s eyes glowed with murder.
“Very good, you have finally had a mental breakdown and have been completely brainwashed. You will now live forever as a servant of the throne.”
“Yes……, Great Magus. I am honored.”
The Mundos were shocked to see such an attitude from the Jade Capital.
Right then.
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Ah Lun Nan stretched out his arms, and a dozen martial artists were drawn toward him in unison.
It was the power of the void.
Then, as Ah Lun Nan cast his inner ball, a translucent gray energy wave emanated from the pair of them, hovering strongly.
Shhhhhhh, shhhhhhh……
A whirlwind that seems to suck everything in hard.
At the same time, Mundo’s entire body shrank in the blink of an eye, and he became as angry as a thirsty man.
That’s not all.
The aura that emanated from their bodies instantly moved as if being pulled toward Ah Lun Nan’s body.
It’s as if you’re absorbing someone else’s pores and vitality.
At this point, Arunnan stopped running the inner ball.
Fluff, fluff, fluff……
The bodies of the Mundos, turned to gnarled wood, lay on the ground.
After absorbing all of it, Ah Lun Nan raised his eyebrows.
“Hoot. My skill is near infinite. What do you think of this Sango’s prowess……?”
Then the cornmaster behind him spoke in an intoneless voice.
“It is marvelous, and you will reign supreme in the future.”
“Hahahahaha!”
Arun Nan, who had burst into flames, spun around and said.
“Yes…… this body will become the strongest demonic body in the future, carrying on the lineage of the Heavenly Demon and Blood God.”
* * *
Around the same time.
Zhongmun Mountain, southwest of Baizhu.
There, in the field at the foot of the mountain, a merman appeared and stopped dead in his tracks.
It was a new wind and an iron current.
“Look who’s here.”
Muttering briefly, Iron Ripple shook the reins.
“Let’s go have fun.”
And then, with a snort and a snort, the fresh winds blew a trail of snow across the field and up a steep mountain pass.