The top-level junior sister also wants to act weak today

Above the Xianyun Sect, a strange phenomenon occurred. The wind and clouds suddenly changed, and the sect was covered by a thick thundercloud.

The clouds rolled like the sea, pressing darkly on the sky, and dazzling flashes of lightning were faintly interspersed between each cloud.

boom--

A deafening roar of thunder exploded in the air, and the sound waves rolled down, shaking the entire Xianyun Sect slightly. Lightning flashed like a sharp blade across the sky, tearing cracks through the dark clouds.

A strong wind suddenly arose, mixed with strong fluctuations of spiritual energy, and roared down from the top of the mountain, causing the grass to sway and the leaves to flutter.

All the disciples ran out of the house. They looked up and saw that the huge thundercloud above their heads seemed to be connected with the entire mountain gate, covering the sky and the sun, and enveloping an area of ​​several miles.

"How can there be such a huge thundercloud?"

"This is a thunder tribulation! Someone is going through it!"

"And the center of that thundercloud seems to be at the First Peak. Could it be that someone on the First Peak is about to overcome the tribulation and ascend to a higher position?"

"First Peak, could it be that Senior Brother Yan Chuan is about to break through the Golden Core Stage and enter the Nascent Soul Stage!?"

"That's impossible. Senior Brother Yan Chuan is only a few years old. Even though he's called Senior Brother, he's younger than us. And I heard he went to the auction in Linxian City last night. How could he have achieved a breakthrough overnight?"

"But only after breaking through to the Golden Core stage will one attract a thunder tribulation, and this thunder is quite large. Aren't the Peak Master and Senior Brother Yan Chuan the only ones who have reached the Golden Core stage in the First Peak? Who else could it be? It can't be the Peak Master, right?"

"If it's the Peak Master, cultivating in the house is too risky, isn't it? If this lightning strikes, it would be strange if the house doesn't catch fire. Why not go to the mountains to overcome the tribulation?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the thunderclouds in the sky suddenly exploded, and several purple-golden thunderbolts fell with the power to destroy the world, like a group of thunder dragons with bared fangs and claws, roaring and pouncing towards the ground.

Boom—with a deafening roar, flames suddenly shot up into the sky somewhere on the first peak. The huge shock wave overturned the surrounding trees and rocks, and the air was filled with smoke and dust.

Where the lightning exploded, a wooden house was instantly torn apart. The hot aftermath of the thunder ignited the surroundings, and in an instant, a raging fire rose up and engulfed the entire house.

Chu Ying and the others hurried over, and what caught their eyes was the burning ruins. The flames illuminated the surroundings red, thick smoke billowed up, and the scorching air waves hit them in the face, making it almost impossible to get close.

"Help...quickly! Put out the fire!" Chu Ying's eyes were bloodshot and she shouted anxiously, looking around trying to find anything that could be used to put out the fire.

She felt her mind was in a mess. In a hurry, she didn't care about anything else and wanted to rush directly into the fire, but was stopped by Cen Yizi.

Chu Ying's eyes flushed red: "Cen Yizi! Why are you stopping me! That's Yingxue's room! Yingxue might still be in there!"

Cen Yizi grabbed her wrist tightly, his expression serious. "Calm down! Listen to me. Senior Brother has already rushed in. Let's find a way to put out the fire first. After all, this is a heavenly thunder fire, which is difficult to put out. You go and ask the Sect Master for help, and I'll ask the fellow disciples with water and ice spiritual roots to come and put out the fire."

Chu Ying was stunned for a moment, gritted her teeth, nodded, and left.

At this moment, the disciples were already in chaos.

Several monks hurried over, and they kept forming spells in their hands. Streams of water appeared out of thin air and turned into water arrows that rushed towards the flames.

However, the fire seemed to be fueled by the power of thunder. As soon as the water touched the flames, it began to steam with a hissing sound and instantly turned into white mist...

On the other side, Yan Chuan rushed into the house. The high temperature of the sky thunder fire scorched the air, and thick smoke billowed all around, making it almost impossible to breathe.

There were still a few wisps of electric light lingering on the broken roof beams, and it could collapse again at any time.

He narrowed his eyes, quickly scanned the surroundings, and finally found Jiang Yingxue's figure in the thick smoke.

The strange thing is that there were signs of lightning all around the house, but this bed was the only one that was completely unharmed.

Jiang Yingxue was seen lying quietly on the bed, her face slightly pale, her brows furrowed, as if she was struggling in some nightmare, but without any sign of waking up.

Those who endure tribulation should experience the baptism of heavenly thunder, either in pain or in concentration, and definitely not in this deep sleep! But if they were just asleep, how could they attract such a terrifying thunder? And why didn't they wake up despite such a loud noise?

Yan Chuan's heart tightened, and he quickened his pace as he approached. He then realized that her expression was extremely painful, clearly she was under immense pressure in her dream. Furthermore, the bracelet on her Buzhou Sword was now glowing brightly!

"Junior sister!" Yan Chuan called out in a low voice. Seeing that she had no reaction, Yan Chuan felt a little more uneasy.

He quickly leaned over and shook her shoulders: "Jiang Yingxue! Wake up!"

But no matter how Yan Chuan shook her, Jiang Yingxue showed no signs of waking up.

The flames behind him devoured the air crazily, making crackling sounds. Occasionally, hot wood chips fell from the air, hitting the ground and splashing tiny sparks. The air was filled with thick smoke, almost choking people.

The moment he picked up Jiang Yingxue, a deafening roar of thunder suddenly rang in his ears. He subconsciously looked up and saw a dazzling bolt of lightning tearing through the sky, striking straight towards Jiang Yingxue with a devastating force!

The lightning twisted and tumbled like a silver dragon, instantly illuminating the surroundings.

Yan Chuan's pupils suddenly shrank, and he instinctively wanted to use his body to protect Jiang Yingxue.

But just as the lightning was about to strike, a strange scene happened... The lightning paused slightly in mid-air, as if pulled by some invisible force, turned abruptly, and changed its course to hit the ground next to it.

A violent explosion sounded, sparks flew, wooden boards shattered into pieces, and the aftermath of the thunder caused the ground to shake violently.

The fire inside the house grew stronger and stronger, and the heat waves rolled in, burning their skin painfully. If they had not practiced the Lanxu technique, they would have been buried in the sea of ​​fire by now.

Without time to think, Yan Chuan quickly hugged the person in his arms. The moment he rushed out the door, the beams behind him finally made a cracking sound under the heavy weight, collapsed, and flames shot up into the sky, and the whole house was completely engulfed in flames.

Yan Chuan suddenly rushed out of the sea of ​​fire covered with thick smoke, staggered, but forced himself to keep his body steady.

He gasped for breath, his chest heaving violently, sweat dripping down his forehead and mixing with cigarette ash, making him look particularly disheveled. He looked down at Jiang Yingxue in his arms, his voice hoarse but filled with anxiety: "Jiang Yingxue, wake up, don't sleep anymore."

At this time, the dark clouds in the sky gradually dissipated, the sun broke through the clouds, and the golden light once again fell on the earth...

However, only 20% of the houses on the first peak are still usable.

The wind still carried the smell of burning charcoal, charred wood chips, and broken bricks and tiles scattered all over the ground...