The Great Tao Chronicle

Daoist Juechen, a great master who debuted earlier than Mu Longcheng.

He joined the army forty years ago for six years and won the top spot in the military competition for six consecutive years. Before the rise of Mu Longcheng, he was the most popular in the Daxuan martial arts world.

The stars are twinkling, and the sky is just bright.

On the stone stairs of Wudang Mountain, An Qisheng was pacing, while Feng Mingtao was telling him about the deeds of Daoist Juechen.

In fact, the three god-level masters of Daxuan, including the one who died under Mu Longcheng, have all served in the army.

"Daoist Juechen had a hot personality when he was young, and he made a mistake when he served in the frontier before he retired. But now, he has a deep relationship with the military, and several of his disciples also serve in the military."

Feng Mingtao glanced at the stars at the bottom of the mountain, and other people began to climb the mountain.

However, the two should be regarded as the earliest group, and they have never seen anyone else all the way here.

"Boxing is perfect, and seeing God is not bad."

An Qisheng looked at the top of the mountain with yearning in his heart.

Wang Honglin is already extremely tyrannical when he sits on a cross with Dan, and what kind of demeanor should he look like when he sees God on it.

"The Taoist Juechen lives in seclusion in the mountains all year round and does not see outsiders. He often goes to the Golden Temple only during thunderstorms. It is said that it is to understand the world, break the limits of boxing, and find a way forward that Mr. Gu has not set foot on."

The two kept on walking, and they talked in a calm manner.

Wudang Mountain is not as majestic as Mount Tai, and not as steep as Mount Hua, but it is also handsome, and because of its unique atmosphere, it has a somewhat detached and peaceful aura.

The two were talking, but the speed was not too slow, and they had already reached the middle of the mountain after a while.

Vaguely, you can already see the main peak hall, which is like a fairyland, surrounded by clouds and mists.

Just as the two of them were approaching the top of the mountain, they suddenly felt a cool breeze with a damp breath blowing across their cheeks.

"No wonder there are no tourists climbing the mountain today, but it's going to rain?!"

Hearing the low sound of thunder rolling from the sky, An Qisheng was a little surprised.

The two were eager to visit Daochen Juechen, but they didn't read the weather forecast, so they didn't know it would rain today.

"Just right, just right."

Instead, Feng Mingtao laughed:

"Originally, it was said that Daoist Juechen would go out, but no one knew where he was. Originally we just wanted to try our luck, but now we don't have to! In thunderstorms, Daoist Juechen will definitely appear in the Golden Temple!"

The Golden Temple on the Tianzhu Peak of Wudang Mountain is forged from pure copper. Every time there is a thunderstorm, thunder will be attracted, and from time to time more thunder will strike the Golden Temple.

That Taoist Juechen will only appear in the Golden Temple during thunderstorms.

"go."

Seeing the dark clouds rolling in from the sky, An Qisheng shook his head and quickened his pace.

No matter if you can see Daoist Juechen or not, you won't get caught in the rain in the mountains. The vegetation on both sides is so deep that it might cause a thunderstorm.

Kacha~

The dark sky was illuminated by lightning, followed by the rumble of thunder.

The heavy rain poured down, as if the Milky Way in the sky burst its banks, cleaning the world. Rao is that An Qisheng and the two were not slow, and when they arrived at the Golden Summit, they were soaked all over.

Under the eaves of Taihe Palace, the two took off their coats and twisted out the water:

"It's raining so much, you still need to check the weather forecast when you go out in the future."

"Hey, it's not just us, look there."

Feng Mingtao looked left and right, and pointed to a few dark shadows running on the stone steps in the heavy rain:

"Those few are worse than us, haha!"

An Qisheng looked in the direction he pointed, and sure enough, there were several shadows traveling through the heavy rain, climbing the mountain in the rain.

It's just that I don't know if it's raining today, or if I know it's coming.

Boom!

Boom!

A loud bang resounded through the sky, and the thunder was deafening.

An Qisheng was shocked, and when he looked up, he saw that lightning suddenly pierced through the sky in the thunderclouds as black as night, slashing straight into the golden hall like a sword of a god!

Its ferocity is terrifying!

Boom!

In an instant, thunder and fire rolled on the golden hall, and the electric light shot out of golden light under the reflection of the golden dome!

The light for a moment is actually brighter than lightning, and it can be seen even at the foot of the mountain!

"If this is in the Golden Palace..."

An Qisheng's eyelids jumped.

Although the Golden Temple had been baptized by thunder for nearly a thousand years, seeing this scene, he was still a little worried that the Golden Temple would be penetrated by lightning.

Immediately in my heart, I felt a little fortunate.

If the two had come earlier, they might have been in the Golden Palace when the thunderstorm hit.

Huhu~~

Amidst the whistling wind, several figures scurried under the eaves of the Hall of Supreme Harmony, all wet, as if they had just been salvaged from the water.

"What a heavy rain!"

The leader is tall, with smooth muscle lines under the wet clothes that are close to him, and his long hair is dripping with water.

Another middle-aged man with short stature and extremely long arms breathed a sigh of relief:

"Even if Daoist Juechen is out, he won't see too many people. This rain is coming at the right time."

"Feng Mingtao, you got up early enough."

The long-haired man glanced at the two who were sheltering from the rain, and his eyes fell on Feng Mingtao.

"Yi Feibai."

Feng Mingtao snorted coldly: "There are you **** everywhere."

"Don't be rude."

Yi Feibai shook his head, stretched out his hand and twisted his hair: "If it wasn't for your sister's sake, I would have beaten you to death a long time ago."

"Each each other."

Feng Mingtao's face was very ugly, he pulled An Qisheng to the side, and introduced in a low voice, "The long hair that is neither male nor female is called Yi Feibai, and he went into darkness several years ago. That shorty is called Mei Liangxin. The fight almost killed people, it's a ruthless character..."

An Qisheng nodded slightly.

This Yi Feibai party of seven actually has four dark energy, and the other two are also close to entering the dark. They are all good players.

However, the cultivation of boxing does not depend on realm.

Boom!

Boom!

The wind and thunder were rolling on the top of the golden summit, but the rain came and went fast. Soon the rain subsided, and the thunderclouds began to dissipate gradually.

"The rain is about to stop."

Under the eaves of Taihe Palace, counting the few people who came after Yi Feibai, they all moved towards the Golden Palace.

An Qisheng was about to leave when he suddenly glanced back.

"What's wrong?"

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"fine."

An Qisheng shook his head and followed a few people to the Golden Palace.

The few people were not far from the Golden Temple, and they came to the Golden Temple after a while.

After the baptism of thunder and lightning, the Golden Temple was intact, and even brighter.

Exudes a fresh and clean breath.

boom!

Just after the few people stopped, the gate of the Golden Temple was already open, and a voice as loud as a bell sounded:

"You guys are really interested, come in! Huh..."

Speaking of which, the people in the house suddenly let out a light murmur.

huh~

The voice has not yet fallen, and a group of people has already stood outside the golden hall. In front of everyone, the speed of movement is rare in the world.

An Qisheng took a look.

This Daoist Juechen is different from the immortal style he imagined.

The Taoist had broad shoulders and a thick back, big ears and round eyes, a beard like grass, and his body was extremely tall, almost two meters in height, and even a large Taoist robe could not cover his majestic body.

Where is an old Taoist, an ancient warrior brother who is alive and well!

There seemed to be a flash of thunder in Taoist Juechen's warm eyes, staring straight in front of everyone:

"In front of you, you can't see it! Mu Longcheng, you are really amazing!"

What?

Is Mulong City here?

Everyone present turned pale, and they followed the eyes of Daoist Juechen, only to see that the place was empty, not to mention people, not even a ghost.

"The Thunder and Fire Alchemy Hall is indeed a spectacle!"

Under the gazes of everyone, in the empty air, a calm and indifferent voice sounded:

"Brother Daoist's kung fu is indeed not bad!"

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