Luoshui County, Xinqiao Street.

The sky at noon was as dark as early morning, and three figures slowly appeared from across the street.

The wind was quite strong, but it couldn't blow away Taoist Jialing's hair and robes.

He walked quietly behind Master Yuxu and his senior brother Yin Hou.

The voice of Yuxu Zhenren came, "There are still a few days before the Yungu Leifeng Taoist ceremony. Why don't we walk around the city and take a look at this city."

Yin Hou smiled and nodded leisurely: "It's rare for me to come down the mountain. I have always heard that Yungu Leifeng is quite capable in 'taking care' of the people under his rule. We should learn from him and introduce a few of them."

The sound of horse hooves thundered and the streets were bustling with people.

But the crowd seemed unable to see the three people. There was an invisible force controlling them, causing the crowd to naturally give way and pass by the three people.

Taoist Jia Ling was about to say something more when he suddenly felt something unusual happening in his arms. He was startled in his heart but his expression remained unchanged.

"Master, I have long been fascinated by the thunder method of Yungu Leifeng. I want to see it and discuss it as soon as possible. Why don't we go to Yungu Leifeng first?"

Taoist Jialing suddenly said.

Master Yuxu had a puzzled look in his eyes and turned to look at his beloved disciple, as if he wanted to find some clues from his face.

But in the end, he saw nothing.

In other words, even though they see it, they are unwilling to believe it.

Yin Hou always had that honest and simple smile on his face. When he heard this, he immediately spoke,

"Since Junior Brother wants to see the Cloud Drum Thunder Method, Master, let's go first."

Yuxu Zhenren nodded: "Let's go then."

Master Yuxu tapped his finger lightly, and the sky seemed to have a big hole, with golden shadows leaking in, followed by a roll of dark sunlight.

The layers of ladders go deep into the sea of ​​clouds.

The three of them climbed up the stairs, their steps clearly neither fast nor slow, but in a moment they completely disappeared.

And after the three people of Yuxu Zhenren disappeared.

In a temple dedicated to the Sage Master facing the street, several voices of doubt and uncertainty were heard.

"That's not right. According to the immortal book, the former Yuxu Zhenren master and his three disciples arrived at Yungu Leifeng on the day of the Juxia Jiebing Daochang. How come they arrived earlier?"

"Something is wrong. Something must be wrong!"

"Hiss... Could it be that other fellow Taoists have intervened and disrupted the course of history?"

"Go, hurry up and catch up."

In the Temple of Xiansheng Zhenjun, the humanitarian incense and candles were quickly ripened and taken down.

Several figures quickly left the temple, took out the lightning shuttle, and transformed into a ray of lightning that went straight up to the purple sky and headed towards Yungu Leifeng.

…

On the shady side of the sixth peak of Yunguleifeng, there is a shadowless cliff hundreds of feet high, straight up and down, as smooth as a mirror, as if it was carved by an axe from the sky.

The Shadowless Cliff is one of the forbidden areas of the Sixth Peak. There is a congenital cave that leads directly to the depths of Thunder Peak. Purple lightning and dark winds are constantly gushing out of it. It has always been used to punish and confine disciples who violate the sect's rules.

But few people know that this shadowless cliff is one of the important formation points of the Juxia Jiebing Dojo, and immortal flowers will also pass through it.

At this time, not far away outside the shadowless cliff.

Yan Qiannian followed the plan, pretending to be a wandering visitor, wandering outside the Shadowless Cliff.

"Hehe, that little girl, come closer and let me take a look."

A burst of mocking and shrill laughter was heard.

Then, in the cave on the shadowless cliff, there sat an old man with a pale face and messy hair like a bird's nest.

Yan Qiannian recognized this person. He was the foundation-building cultivator guarding the Shadowless Cliff. Although he felt a little strange in his heart, Yan Qiannian still went towards this person.

As we got closer to the cliff, a tingling sensation spread through the air.

Even the wind was sharp, blowing on the body, ignoring the protective light, making the skin and flesh ache slightly, and oozing small blood beads.

In the cave, there is no one else except this foundation-building cultivator who is guarding it.

There were also many disciples who were under house arrest as punishment, and they were placed in small chambers.

At this time, a disciple in hemp clothes, with handcuffs on his hands, his scapula pierced by a "heart-piercing nail", and his magic power gone, stood silently beside the foundation-building cultivator.

He was looking Yan Qiannian up and down with a teasing and cruel look.

Yan Qiannian suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

"Girl, he said, your real name is Yan Qiannian, and you are a disciple of my Yungu Leifeng. Are you here to destroy the cliffs and interfere with the Juxia Jiebing Dojo?"

But the next moment, she discovered with horror that her body was completely out of her control.

"boom!!!"

With a loud bang, amidst the rolling dust, Yan Qiannian's figure was deeply embedded in the stone wall in front of the foundation-building cultivator, and then fell to the ground. She vomited blood and her magic power was disordered.

How is it possible?! How did he find me?

Yan Qiannian's mind was in a mess.

She had a vague feeling that all this was due to the man in sackcloth with his hands shackled.

"Senior, whether it is true or false, we can know it by searching the soul."

The man in sackcloth clothes spoke with a smug look in his eyes.

The old man who had built his foundation did not answer after hearing this. Instead, he asked calmly, "Then how did you know this?"

"You have been under my watch for three years, accepting punishment without leaving my side. Could it be that someone could escape my perception and send you a message?"

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"In that case..."

After saying this, his magic power condensed into a palm and came out. The old man who was building the foundation captured both the man in hemp clothes and Yan Qiannian in his hands.

"Then let's search their souls together."

The man in sackcloth clothes' pupils shrank and he quickly wanted to beg for mercy.

But the next second, a powerful and violent spirit poured into the brain.

The old man who was building the foundation searched the souls of Yan Qiannian and the man in hemp clothes while muttering to himself, "The rat from Jiwuyu Longmen?"

"Wu Yong actually sneaked into the sect? How brave!"

"Still want to destroy the Juxia Jiebing Dojo? Haha, if that's the case, then leave your life behind!"

“Hey, this is…”

Suddenly, the old man who was in the foundation-building stage seemed to see some scenes that were beyond his imagination.

His expression became particularly strange.

Doubt, thinking, distraction, panic, fear...

"Three Mountains of Qingshitan?"

"The demon from outside the domain has taken over my consciousness?"

"These are..."

The old man who was building the foundation stared at the man in hemp clothes who had already fainted. His expression changed many times, and finally, the clouds and mist suddenly rose, and his figure disappeared with the wind.

…

"Gu! Gu!"

Cranes are crying, clouds are surging, and the natural scenery of heaven and earth is so magnificent and vast that anyone who witnesses it, even a god high above, will subconsciously feel insignificant.

On the edge of a cliff on a Leifeng Mountain, a young man sat alone.

No one knew how long he had been sitting here, his black hair disheveled, his clothes tattered in the sudden flash of lightning, revealing his skin underneath, which had a luster like jade glaze.

It is not strong, but reveals the beauty of natural integration.

After entering Yungu Leifeng, Li Qinglin did not rush to plot a conspiracy to destroy the Juxia Jiebing Taoist Temple.

He came here silently.

Watch the sea of ​​clouds, listen to the wind and thunder, digest Wu Yongzhi's memories, and continue to create the Taoist Palace's Divine Treasures.

Wu Yong deserves to be honored as the ancestor of martial arts by later generations. It is not an exaggeration to praise his martial arts talent as unparalleled. The skills he created cover a wide range of techniques including boxing, palm, light skills, horizontal training, qi sensing, soul searching, and yin and yang strategies.

It is unimaginable that this is something that human beings can do.

suddenly……

“Crash!”

The waves crash against the shore and the white waves destroy the cliffs.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and Li Qinglin's sitting body rose up from the ground and hung in the air.

The actual energy, blood, and spiritual power appeared in thick mist, and under the illumination of the Golden Crow's flames, it was like the light of a flying rainbow. It was compressed and condensed several times, and converged layer by layer, making him look like a god from outer space.

"Since it is a Taoist temple, does that mean that every organ should contain unique magical powers? The Heart Toad governs blood, belongs to the element of fire, and is good at life. So the first martial arts magical power should be immortal... the Immortal True Toad Sitting on Fire!"

(End of this chapter)