Disciple of the Three Kings

Vol. 6 Episode 12+

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The shaman was the one who sealed and protected the devil.

Hwang Geon attacked to recover such a demon.

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But the karate has changed.

A reversed flow of air.

The warriors of the shaman gathered and stood at the call of the shaman.

The number was well over a thousand.

It continued to grow.

They couldn’t find a focal point until the Cheonjong appeared.

“The lost disciples are trying to find their way.”

As the centripetal point of the heavenly bells is formed, they are gathering.

The original shaman’s disciples weren’t the only ones there.

The door opened, and the uninhabited soldiers settled in Guangzhou.

Even those and the players who were inevitably absorbed by the shaman.

Standing together in the ranks of the shaman.

The shaman did something evil, but that didn’t apply to all of them.

For the shaman, a new roof called a shaman, and even for the players, the shaman presented itself as a roof.

For those who are not chosen, shamans are like demons.

“Thank you for standing with us.”

For those who were chosen, the shaman became their home.

I looked at the shaman and looked at the Taegeuk again.

The low voice of a thousand bells resounds throughout everyone.

“I will find a way today.”

The shaman’s disciples, who were standing still, rolled their feet.

The advance has begun.

Keeeeek-!

The remaining monsters of the Yellow River were destroying buildings and devouring people.

The heavenly bell flies like a bird.

The shaman’s disciples slashed a monster of the Yellow Emperor that could not be cut with one blow.

The torn pieces of the yellow flag.

However, the difference from the last time was that it disappeared as dust instead of being restored as when other shaman’s disciples were defeated.

Ugh.

The sword that stands on the sword of the heavenly kind.

Achieving the unity of the gods and swords, it cuts down the monsters of the Hwanggeon with the pattern of Taegeuk.

Heaven didn’t stop.

The shaman’s disciples followed him.

Cheonjong took the lead and defeated the monsters of the Hwanggeon.

The shaman’s disciples were now confronting the monsters of the Hwanggeon as if they would not lose.

However, unlike the sword of the Heavenly King, the sword of the shaman’s disciples could not cut through the monster of the Yellow Geon with a single blow.

Is the power of the sword different?

Is it because the situation is different?

Quaddeuk!

To become the monsters of the Hwanggeon, they chewed and swallowed the disciples of the shaman.

Chunjong left them alone with an indifferent look as he proceeded.

However, his sword, which had reached the level of unity of the gods, was representing his feelings.

The blood dripping down on the sword looks like tears of blood shed by a thousand bells.

Wow! Kaang!

Hwanggeon’s monsters chewed and swallowed the shaman, and the shaman was resisting powerlessly.

But at some point, things started to turn around.

Get it!

The blade that did not go in penetrated the monster of the Yellow Geon.

The shaman’s disciples, who could not be cut, began to cut down Hwanggeon’s disciples.

The shaman was speeding up.

“I didn’t understand that the shaman was strong.”

Baekcheong, who had cut down a monster from Hwanggeon, spoke in a voice filled with strange emotions.

Baekcheong who saw the shaman in the realm of the shaman, they were indeed the ones who spread sharp swordsmanship and martial arts with mysterious tricks.

However, it did not represent a story like their legend.

Baekcheong was even disappointed by their lack of appearance.

“Finding a way is not worth this much.”

The shaman’s uninhabited warriors were reflected in such white-cheong’s eyes differently from before.

The sword of the shaman who was lost and wandered was very weak.

But now the shaman’s sword is trying to find a way… .

“You are strong.”

It has become so strong that even White Cheng cannot comprehend it.

As one who seeks the Way, it is to seek it.

The tip of the white blue sword also started to get a little sharper.

Now the shaman’s disciples no longer fall.

The corpses of monsters lined up.

Chunjong looks forward as he steps on them.

“Are you here?”

A man with a cold smile.

“Mucheon-ah.”

Jangbo and Cheonjong were looking at each other.

The shaman is lost.

And in the meantime.

“You are in an affair.”

There were also those who went out of the way.

It was nothing but a bargain.

The one who fell from the path of the sword and the path of strength.

And the price.

It was irreversible.

“Moon-in Jang. You speak right away.”

Jangbo says with a smile.

“I am not a choreographer, but a janitor.”

The rain begins to fall on the shaman’s realm.

“As a shaman’s disciple, I have the power… .”

The rain turns into snow and begins to fall.

“I got it by being a janitor.”

Jangbo is smiling brightly.

“Is the shaman’s sword something that can be done?”

All of a sudden, the snow falls as hail.

Paang! phut!

Huge hailstones were crashing into the ground and roaring loudly.

“No. A shaman can’t do that. this… This is the power the shaman wants to pursue.”

“Shaman does not pursue power!”

The bell is shouting.

“The shaman follows the sword.”

“Why are you chasing swords?”

The boss asks.

“To protect the weak, to protect our homes, and to protect our way.”

Chunjong’s words bring out a deeper smile as if he had been waiting for Jangbo.

“So did you keep it?”

His hands tremble as if dancing.

“The weak were killed by the shaman’s sword, and the shaman’s house was sealed with demons that shamans hate so much. And turning… .”

Laughs.

“Did you protect it?”

“I will get it back.”

That was the end of their conversation.

The heavenly bell that slammed into the ground and floated into the air.

A dark black sword stood on his sword.

A heavenly bell that falls.

His sword and Zhang Bo’s ice sword collided.

But the attack didn’t end in vain.

The recovered Cheonjong’s sword moved as if it had become one with the Cheonjong and aimed at Zhang Bo’s body.

A loud roar echoed throughout the room.

The shaman’s disciples and Baek Cheong look back quickly.

“Wow! This, Mr… .”

Baekchung swallowed the swear words and looked at the scene.

“You really did it.”

A large membrane that slowly rises from the floor to the sky and spreads out.

It was clearly similar to the broken Taegeuk Chilseongjin.

The unpaid Taegeuk Chilsungjin, it wasn’t the kind of base that could be recreated if you wanted to.

But it was restored shortly after it was broken.

“He was such a great guy.”

Bondeno.

It was done by the guy Rowoon Lee took with him in case what would happen from now on.

No matter how beneficial he was.

“They were crazy.”

I’m sure you can do it.

Now all that’s left is… .

“Hurry up.”

It is only beneficial.

The sword made of ice slipped and disappeared.

“This is a sword that has been cultivated for over a hundred years.”

Jangbo says.

“It is a sword with thousands of years of history.”

A low-pitched voice.

With him.

Kwajik! Quad Duck!

A terrifying sound echoed from all directions.

“But it doesn’t reach me.”

Jang Bo speaks to Chunjong, who is kneeling on one knee.

Chunjong looking up at such a shopping bag.

‘The negative energy of Taegeuk Chilseongjin.’

The fact that Zhang Bo and Hwang Geon ate up the aura that stood in them and became strong rapidly.

Also… .

‘That.’

I know that the demon assembly is scattering the bets of the lost shaman’s disciples.

It was inevitable.

The shaman’s sword is made using nature.

If you get lost and nature doesn’t take your side, you can’t help but weaken rapidly.

Also, the match doesn’t match.

A small tao is only trampled upon if it is not crushed by a tao greater than that of the devil.

“This is power. It’s Taepyeong-do.”

Your bullshit.

“Jang Moon-in, no, Master.”

Muchon says.

“Master can have this power.”

Jangbo then looks at the yellow egg.

“Isn’t Master’s bag there?”

Soul refers to the soul, and white refers to the body.

Hundreds of thousands of species, the body is in that egg.

When it came down, the Cheonjong sacrificed his body to stop it.

“Take it. And achieve peace of mind.”

“Mucheon-ah… .”

Chunjong speaks to Jangbo in a tired voice.

If only he had his own body, the result could have been a little different.

But he lost his body and borrowed an innocent body.

Now that the demon has fully awakened and has absorbed even the sound of Taegeuk.

“I was wrong.”

You can’t stop Jangbo and Chunma anymore.

“Finally admitted… .”

“But you are also wrong.”

Chunjong said as he got up.

“Your wish will never come true!”

Donggwieun 同歸於盡.

It was the herbivorous meal that I spread with the determination to die with my opponent.

The sword of the Thousand Bells, which stretched out in an instant, was pierced into the gap in Mucheon that was revealed in an instant.

‘Surely!’

The heavenly bell that occupied the body of a white man.

So it was Cheonjong’s weakness to try his best not to hurt Mubaek’s body.

But at a price that I never thought that such a Cheonjong would become a herbivore until he destroyed Mu Baek’s body.

A small hole was punched in Mucheon’s shoulder.

But on the contrary, Mucheon and Jangbo’s ice swords were stuck in Cheonjong’s chest.

“Have you seen… .”

Chunjong speaks in a fading voice.

“What you just unfolded… .”

Chunjong’s face turns white.

“It was a shaman’s sword.”

At the most critical moment, Mucheon unfolded the shaman’s sword.

He spread the sword that he despised and said was wrong.

“This… Profit!”

Cheonjong speaks once more to Mucheon, who shouts in anger.

“Also, look again… .”

The smile on the corner of the angel’s lips.

“If the path of affair you wished for was strength… .”

As he falls, he says.

“Watch the overwhelming power with your own eyes.”

Mucheon tried to cut the head of King Cheonjong as if he didn’t want to hear it anymore.

He suddenly lost his balance and trembled on the swaying ground.

“Wow, what… ?”

A feeling of energy at the same time.

Mucheon looked beyond the yellow egg, forgetting even the thought of ending the reign of heaven.

That’s where the door to the shaman is located.

“The power you wished for… .”

Heaven’s voice sounds like a whisper.

“You are the owner.”

The ground shakes once again.

At the same time, the shaman’s door began to turn red.

“What did you do… !”

The sound of footsteps coming from the door.

There stood a man with a languid face.

Laughing lightly, he brushes his hair and looks at the store.

Jang Bo’s heart seemed to sink.

How did you feel when you first saw him?

“Uh, how… ?”

The person he longed for.

It was the same feeling as when I first saw the Cheon Factory Group.

Overwhelming power, the feeling of seeing a mountain that can never be resisted.

Behind him like that.

Job! Jerk! Jerk!

The sound of footsteps began to reverberate.

“Finally… .”

Voices echo from behind his back.

“You can now stand on the battlefield with the Blood Horse.”

“I was standing right away.”

Domuseong.

“You will be surprised.”

The blood cult descended into the realm of the shaman.