“If Daejongsa Temple’s experience does not exceed three, even if the spirit of Cheonmahwan is at its peak, it will never beat the old man.” This is because Nobu also knows Cheonma Stadium.” Young Ho-jin-seong flinched. “Cheonma Stadium?” But soon he nodded. “All right, I’ll do what you want,” said the thousand-year-old, “and I’ll do what I want.” Indeed, as he said, what he was intoxicated with was the spirit of the heavenly horse. Younghojinseong was surprised, but immediately took a pose. Whoo! With a magnificent vibration, a formidable blue light came out of his whole body. At the same time, the appearance of Yeonghojinseong Fortress disappeared, and a statue of Majon appeared in its place. 코인카지노 “Gasp!” said the Heaven and Earth, breathing heavily. At that very moment, a blue light flashed out of the statue of Mazone. The light immediately collided with the heavenly devil spirit developed by the heavenly monster. There was no sound. However, a strand of prosperity burst out of the mouth of the mass of blood standing next to him. “Ugh!” He felt a burst of shock and was pushed back. The aftermath of the clash had reached him. Eventually, the inside of the hall was revealed. The true nature of Yeonghojinseong appeared. He looked as if nothing had happened. However, the spirit of the “Munokai” was not a word. His face was as pale as wax, and he was bleeding blood from his mouth and nose. Thud! The thousand-year-old, no soul, knelt down on the floor. He shouted with excitement all over his face. “I lost!” “Sir,” said the squire, kneeling down. He had already decided that they could not beat Young Ho-jin-seong even if they worked together in this confrontation. “I’m visiting the Temple of the Great Bells, the two great gods of heaven and earth.” Yeonghojinseong Fortress glanced down at the heavenly and earthly twin towers. He had a young smile on his face. At last, he became the de facto great master of the Apostle’s circle by collecting all the Ssanggoes. Young Ho-sung spoke to them cheerfully. The seating arrangement was different from usual. There was a large Taesa shrine in the center, and several seats were arranged on the left and right sides. Young Ho-jin-seong was sitting in Taesa-eui, but he was now showing his original appearance. On both sides of him were Naengsoryo, the head of the Catholic Church of Jesus, and Jincheon Ak, the lord of the Green Forest Tree. And behind him were Cheonji Ssanggoe, and on the left and right were Tenjeonilmi Musuyeon and Baekribing, respectively. Now, however, three old monks were sitting facing each other in Daejeon. They were Sorim Samro. Gakcheon, Gakbi, Gakhyeon. The visits of these three old monks were truly unusual. asked Young Ho-jin, turning to Shaolin Sam-ro. “Do the three ambassadors know your relationship with a single-mindedness?” “Amitabha…” The Lord of Danri told the poor monks himself.” Gachon replied, memorizing his dislike. He looked at Yeonghojinseong for a while and politely bowed to him. “Amitabha, No-Nayeon, first of all, pay my sincere respects to the Great Master. I am well aware that you are always worried about the safety of Moorim.” It was a polite greeting. Young Ho-sung replied with a light smile. “I’m ashamed to hear your compliments,” he went on to the point. “But what does Unhyang mean by sending the three people here?” Gakcheon suddenly became heavy. “It’s because of Gwangpungsa Temple and the White Horse Castle,” he asked calmly, wriggling his white eyebrows. “Do you know who their leader is?” Yeonghojinseong flinched, but shook his head soon. “I don’t know,” The owner of Gwangpungsa Temple is a person called Gwangjonsajung.