Senior sister, don't be stubborn, you are already invincible.

Chapter 337 Chapter 69

In a quiet valley somewhere in the southern region.

The cloudless sky was as blue and clear as a piece of jasper, clearly reflecting the dense ancient trees in the mountains and forests. The gentle breeze blew through, bringing with it the sound of rustling leaves, making it appear extraordinarily peaceful and peaceful.

The next moment, the color of the sky and the earth suddenly changed, and a strong wind blew.

The wind was so strong that it blew up the withered grass on the ground and made a roaring sound, which was like the sound of a ghost crying.

Several ancient trees in the valley were blown here and there, their trunks were broken and crackled, and the fallen leaves on the tree crowns were flying down like snowflakes.

The mountain wind roared, rolling up layers of yellow mist in the woods, blocking the view.

Black clouds gathered in mid-air, growing thicker and thicker, covering most of the sky in a blink of an eye, as if night was coming.

Along with the rumbling thunder, a huge thunder exploded from behind the dark clouds, and the silver lightning seemed to tear apart the air, bringing terrifying energy fluctuations.

boom!

A deafening thunder exploded in the air.

An ancient tree in the valley was shattered by the huge lightning.

Before the thunder had dissipated, there was another roar in the valley, and then another thunder pierced the sky, splitting another huge ancient tree into pieces.

But in the center of the raging storm, at some point, a man in white appeared.

There was no impurity on the man's body, his white clothes were as white as snow, he had long eyebrows, shining eyes, and a faint smile on his extraordinarily handsome face.

He stood quietly in the center of the storm, his clothes being blown up and making a sound.

"Sixty-nine thunder tribulations are just mediocre."

Song Ci murmured softly, his tone as gentle as a deep pool.

After surviving this calamity, he was officially promoted to the realm of transformation into gods.

In the realm of transformation into gods, it can be said to be a top-notch existence in the southern region.

But in the eyes of the entire world of immortality, he is barely qualified.

The wind became more and more violent, and Song Ci was surrounded by pure spiritual power. These spiritual powers protected him, and he remained firm no matter how the mountain wind beat him.

He looked up at the sky.

The dark clouds in the sky have solidified to the extreme, like a huge millstone, round and ferocious.

Boom!

The thunder that had been brewing for a long time finally broke out at this moment.

The power of thunder is like the weight of Mount Tai.

Under this thunder, the valley trembled, and countless small gravels fell down.

Song Ci didn't move his feet, letting the huge thunder hit his body without caring.

He still just stood there quietly, motionless as the thunder unleashed its willpower.

boom!

In the sky, dark clouds gathered and condensed again, and another huge thunder fell.

This time the thunder contained more majestic power than the previous one.

But for Song Ci, it was not enough to hurt him.

Continuous thunder resounded across the sky and the earth, and it seemed that it would never stop.

It was not until an hour later that the 54 thunderbolts fell, the calamity clouds finally slowly dissipated, the sky became clear again, and the sun was dazzling.

Everything is back to normal.

Song Ci felt the surging spiritual power in his body, and deep joy surged in his heart.

Although this retreat cost him a lot of time, the harvest was equally huge.

"It's time to go back to the sect to take a look. I don't know if my senior sister has ever gone back in the past few years since I left the mountain for seclusion, but I think she won't go back."

Song Ci murmured, his eyes becoming distant and deep.

Since he decided to return to the sect, he left the valley and headed towards the sect without staying too long.

Not long after leaving the mountain range, Song Ci discovered that a group of people were chasing him in his direction.

The leader was an old man, wearing gray linen clothes, with an old face, but his eyes were bright and he looked very extraordinary.

Behind the old man, four people followed.

One of them shouted: "Old man, stop running away, you can't escape today!"

"Hurry up and hand over Linfeng Jue and Qingyan Sword Technique, otherwise I will make you suffer a lot!"

The old man chuckled: "If you have the ability, come and grab it. I want to see if any of you have the ability to dare to grab something from me."

"Humph, old man, do you really think the four of us are vegetarians?"

The old man sneered and said, "Then just try it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly jumped up and flew towards the mountain peak on one side.

The old man's speed was very fast, and his figure was like a phantom. In the blink of an eye, he reached the towering mountain peak, and disappeared in a flash.

Where the old man disappeared, several other people were chasing after him with great momentum. Judging from their posture, it was obvious that they did not intend to let the old man go easily.

"You're running really fast, let's catch up!"

A monk shouted, his figure like lightning, chasing after the old man.

The next second, suddenly, the old man's disappeared figure flew back, hit a hard wall, and fell to the ground with a thud.

Blood spurted out from the old man's mouth, and his face was pale.

"Where else do you want to run?"

Following a cold shout, a young man looked down at the old man, with a cold arc on his lips: "I advise you to hand over your things obediently. I promise not to kill you."

The old man coughed, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, struggled to get up, his eyes filled with hatred.

"If you want Linfeng Jue and Qingyan Sword Technique, you can defeat me first!"

After saying that, the old man took out a crutch from his arms, put it on the ground hard, and waved it towards the young man.

The crutch was wrapped with rich black spiritual energy, and the surface of the stick was covered with black light, which looked very strange.

The young man sneered, raised his wrist, and unsheathed a long sword, slashing hard at the crutch.

Keng!

The two weapons collided, and a clear and harsh collision sound suddenly spread, sparks flying everywhere.

Going out at this time would inevitably attract the attention of those people, so Song Ci silently hid in the dark and observed, not intending to interfere.

While the two sides were fighting each other, the four people who were chasing after the old man looked at each other, and then rushed towards the two fighting parties together.

There was a hint of panic in the old man's eyes, and he wanted to escape, but was stopped by a thin middle-aged man.

The man had a scar across his entire face and was holding a long sword, which made him look particularly scary.

"Old man, hand over your things quickly!"

The man grinned, and swung the long sword in his hand, like a dragon out of the sea, with a sound of breaking through the air, and attacked the old man.

Attacked from both sides, the old man was horrified, but there was nothing he could do.

He could only take out a booklet from his storage bag, throw it into the distance, and shout in a loud voice: "This is what you want!"

When the four people saw this, their eyes suddenly lit up and they all rushed towards the book.

When the old man saw this, a gloomy smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he turned around and tried to escape into the distance.

But before he could escape, a big hand stretched out and grabbed his shoulder.

The old man was shocked and turned around to glare.