The three apostles of the Three Holy Sects were commanding the army.

Because the Three Holy Envoys of the Three Holy Sects who had previously persuaded to surrender were seriously injured in the battle with Master Xuanji, they did not come to the scene in person today, but instead sent three apostles to preside over the overall situation.

Two of the apostles were codenamed "three" and "four", and they still looked like young children.

The apostle in the middle is completely different. He is not a childish appearance, but a middle-aged strong man wearing silver-white armor and carrying a sword.

This person has the cultivation level of the peak of the celestial immortal, and his aura is much stronger than that of the ordinary celestial immortal monk. He has reached the level of a half-step Luotian immortal.

This young man with armor is named Yan Chonghu, and he is the Apostle No. 0 of the Three Saints! He is not a puppet, but a real monk, and the son of the eighth "Saint Envoy of the Sword" in the Three Saints.

The leader of Xinleiyin Temple opposite is a Buddhist young man wearing a golden cassock. He has a pretty face and a beautiful face. He has the cultivation level of a fairy, but his aura is restrained and makes people unable to see the depth.

If Shen Lang was present, he would definitely recognize that this young man with robes was Shen Xiu, Shen Lang's brother who had been in the ancient spiritual world before.

Yan Chonghu pointed to the young man with a cassock opposite and shouted: "I am Yan Chonghu, the leader of the apostles of the Three Holy Sects. Who are you? Come quickly to name me!"

The young man with his hands folded and said calmly: "I am a disciple of Master Xuanji. I wonder if you are mobilizing all your troops. What are your requests for coming to Lingshan?"

Yan Chonghu smiled and said, "You are the personal disciple of Xuanji Bald Donkey, so hurry up and bring me a word! He can surrender quickly within three days and submit to my Three Saints Sects. Otherwise, the Three Saints Sects will kill all the Bald Donkey Monks in Lingshan in three days."

Shenxiu folded his hands together: "Amitabha, please inform us of the Holy Envoy of the Badao that the important land of Lingshan Mountain will not allow cults to be trampled on.

If there is an invasion, Leiyin Temple will fight with all its might!”

Yan Chonghu stared at the young man with his eyes in front of him, and said with a sinister face: "Little bald donkey, you are quite angry! Your master's mysterious bald donkey's soul has been cut into two pieces by my father's knife. His life is not long. If you bald donkeys surrender now, you can still save your life.

Once it's late, don't regret it!"

Shen Xiu said calmly: "Your Excellency, please go back!"

Yan Chonghu's eyes shrank and said, "Little bald donkey, are you really not afraid of death?"

"Life and death are just a cycle of cause and effect, so why fear?"

Shenxiu shook her head.

Yan Chonghu said contemptuously: "Bah, you hypocritical bald donkeys don't cry without seeing the coffin! Little bald donkey, I am on order today and cannot return empty-handed.

Let's do it, you fight me.

Whoever wins will let the other party deal with it. What do you think?"

Yan Chonghu's idea was simple, that is, he wanted to kill the mysterious bald donkey's personal disciple in the name of a duel.

As soon as he came back, he was proud of his father.

Secondly, it can also squash the aura of the bald donkeys in Lingshan.

Faced with Yan Chonghu's provocation, Shen Xiu said seriously: "I can naturally fight you, but there is also a requirement!"

"The little bald donkey dares to make a request?

Forget it, please listen, my uncle, what are your requirements?"

Yan Chonghu asked with a cold face.

Shen Xiu clasped his hands together and said, "It's very simple. After you and I decide the winner, don't let the monks of their respective forces fight again, so as not to add to the killing."

Yan Chonghu laughed dryly: "This is easy, I promise you!"

After reaching an agreement, the two flew out of the front line immediately.

The armies of both sides retreated for a long distance.

"Senior Brother Shenxiu, all the thieves from the Three Saints Sects are cunning and many things. Be careful!"

"Senior Brother Shenxiu, once you find something wrong, hurry up and retreat!"

Several monks with peak monks in the celestial immortals in front of the Lingshan Formation sent a voice to Shenxiu, with a look of uneasiness.

"Don't worry, junior brothers."

Shenxiu replied with a voice transmission, looking at Yan Chonghu on the ground with a calm expression, and said, "Please take a move, please."

"Little bald donkey, I want to see how long you can be arrogant!"

Yan Chong's eyes shone open and took the initiative.

"Blood Prison Mad Sword, appear!"

He flipped his hand and sucked out a blood-red battle knife, stepped into lightning and flew towards Shen Xiu opposite him, and flew into the sword crazy spiritual power.

With a dull "boom", the Blood Prison Crazy Sword in Yan Chonghu's hand suddenly stirred up a stormy bloody thunder, bursting out extremely terrifying destructive energy.

In the flash, Yan Chonghu had already arrived. He swung the sword like a thunderous wind and thunder, and slashed at Shen Xiu's forehead. The speed was so fast that it was outrageous! Shen Xiu was calm and calm. At the position of the sword less than three feet above his head, he then put his hands together and silently recited the Buddhist vocal.

Suddenly, a large number of swastika runes enveloped Shenxiu like a tide, and her whole body emitted a dazzling Buddha light.

Shenxiu's body has turned into pure gold, releasing an extremely dazzling golden glow.

He quickly poked out his golden hands, and as soon as the sword fell, he slapped his palms suddenly, accurately and accurately caught the Blood Prison Crazy Sword that Yan Chonghu slashed.

With a "boom", the Blood Prison Crazy Sword in Yan Chonghu's hand was frozen in mid-air! The Buddha light gushing out of Shen Xiu's palm dissolved the bloody thunder overflowing from the Blood Prison Crazy Sword. He took the blade with his bare hands and pressed his palm to intercept Yan Chonghu's sword.

"Oh shit!"

Yan Chonghu was shocked. His Blood Prison Mad Sword was a spiritual-level immortal treasure. Although the quality was slightly worse, the power of one blow was enough to kill an ordinary peak cultivator of the immortal.

This bald donkey can actually catch his blood prison sword empty-handed?

This person's physical body is probably practicing to an extremely terrifying level! Yan Chonghu did not dare to neglect, and opened his mouth and spurted out a vortex bloody thunder, and rushed towards Shen Xiu's face.

Shen Xiu silently recited the sound of the Buddhist slogan and spit out a golden swastika seal, which shot out like the scorching sun, hitting bloody thunder. Large pieces of golden light and blood light intertwined and collided, and the sound of bursting was endless.

Both of them took more than ten steps back.

After Yan Chonghu stabilized his body, he did not dare to underestimate Shenxiu anymore. His fighting spirit surged and shouted: "Little bald donkey, I didn't expect you to have some skills."

Those two moves just now were just a small test, and I will take it seriously next!"

As the son of the immortal Luo Tianshang, Yan Chonghu was unruly by nature, so naturally he would not allow himself to act too ugly in public.

He decided to fight quickly and use his strongest magical power to destroy the little bald donkey in Lingshan! “The mysterious immortal art, domineering golden body!”

Yan Chonghu roared to the sky, rolled up a huge golden light all over his body, and his figure soared to a height. The armor on his body and the Blood Prison Crazy Sword in his hand also soared, turning into a giant armor with golden light soaring into the sky.

"Thunder Slash!"

The armored giant roared wildly, swung the Blood Prison Crazy Sword, and chopped the tiny Shenxiu with the force of slashing the sky and the earth.
Chapter completed!