The area around the Three Saints Palace is full of monks and birds patrolling the Three Saints Church.

However, Ziying has always liked quietness and usually stayed alone in the hall to practice. Except for the routine report of the Three Saints and Holy Envoys, no one is qualified to enter the hall.

At this moment, Ziying was sitting upright on the soft couch at the top of the hall, her charming pretty face showed a little pale look, as if she had just recovered from a serious illness.

Soon, two monks with different appearances appeared in the empty hall.

Ziying's beautiful eyes lit up and she stood up to greet her in person.

One of the monks was wearing golden armor, with golden six-winged back, and a golden helmet. His body was wrapped in armor, leaving only a pair of blood-colored eyes and long blood-colored hair, with a strange and cold aura.

Another monk was wearing a green feathered robe, with a face like a young man, with silver horns on his head, and a sharp blue wind swaying all the time, with a cold and arrogant expression.

These two demon cultivators are not others, they are the other two leaders of the Three Saints Sect! The golden-armored monk with six wings on his back is the head of the Three Saints of Xuanyuan, the Emperor Shadow.

The arrogant monk in feathered clothes was the second-ranked Jiying among the Three Saints of Xuanyuan.

The two of them received an emergency message from Ziying not long ago and rushed to hear the news.

"I'm so ashamed that my two senior brothers come and have a trip!"

Ziying bowed to Huang Ying and Ji Ying.

"Junior sister, you are injured!"

Jiying, wearing a green feathered robe, noticed Ziying's injuries at a glance, frowned and asked, "What happened during the period when we were not here?"

Ziying took a deep breath, told Huang Ying and Ji Ying what happened not long ago, and explained in detail the whole process of his encounter with Lu Dongbin.

"Pure Yang Sword Immortal Lu Dongbin?

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"My little sister also finds it incredible, but the other party did injure the little sister with the Quanzhen Sect's Golden Immortal Art and rescue the chosen one! If the other party had not had no intention of murder, the little sister would have died of Lu Dongbin's hand!"

Ziying said with frown, frowning.

"wrong!"

The blood-colored eyes flashed with sharp light, and his right hand suddenly pressed on Ziying's forehead, and he screamed hoarsely: "Junior sister, you have been fooled."

"What!"

Ziying's face changed.

"Why did your senior brother say that? What did you find?"

Jiying asked curiously.

Huang Ying pulled his hoarse voice and said sinisterly: "If it were the Golden Immortal Arts used by the Daluo Golden Immortal, the junior sister's injury would not have been so shallow."

As soon as he finished speaking, a ball of blood appeared in Huang Ying's right hand, and a faint golden energy was absorbed from Zi Ying's body, like golden smoke.

The Emperor Ying took back his right hand, condensed the energy at his fingertips, and said coldly: "From the remaining sword technique energy in the junior sister's body, the power of the Golden Immortal Technique used by the other party is obviously insufficient."

Jiying said: "Maybe it may be that the other party did not use all his strength."

"That's definitely not! The source of this energy is weak energy and some chaotic spiritual power, and even... mixed with a trace of death!"

The Emperor Shadow put the golden energy condensed from his fingertips on the tip of his nose, sniffed it lightly, and a hint of sarcasm flashed in his eyes: "The Eight Immortals in the Shangdong are all figures from the early days of the Five Emperors. Even if Lu Dongbin is a Daluo Golden Immortal, he should have died of death until today!"

Ziying's beautiful eyes lit up: "What does senior brother mean?"

"If I guess correctly, the other party is already dying, and his body is seriously declining, and his strength is less than one-tenth of the original, so he has to consume his vitality and mobilize all the energy in his body to perform the Golden Immortal Art! Because he has to do his best, he has no time to suppress the dead energy in his body when he is casting the magical powers, so that the small amount of dead energy is mixed with the magical powers he exerted."

Huang Ying analyzed it completely.

As soon as these words were said, Ziying immediately guessed in her heart, and her pretty face became extremely ugly.

No wonder Lu Dongbin suddenly became kind and let him go. It turned out that this was not his real idea, but that he was unable to use his next move, so he had to do it! If he had fought with Lu Dongbin for a while, who would win or who would lose? Ziying felt very humiliated and said angrily: "That old thing dares to play with me, it's really hateful!"

Jiying shook her head and smiled, "Young sister, don't be angry. After all, Lu Dongbin is a powerful monk who has lived for countless years. It's normal to have some tricks.

Fortunately, this time it was a false alarm. If Daluo Jinxian really came to stop my Three Saints Sect, it would be a big trouble."

"I can't swallow this tone. My little sister will settle the score with that old guy!"

Ziying's anger is hard to go away, so she is ready to find Lu Dongbin now and give her color.

Huang Ying snorted coldly: "Junior Sister Ziying, since we are all here, I will go with you this time.

Although the other party is already aging and dying, he is the Daluo Golden Immortal who became famous in the Five Emperors era. He may not have any other means to keep the box."

Jiying laughed jokingly: "Hahaha, it's just my wish. Now this shabby realm of true immortals is too boring. I want to see the head of the Eight Immortals in the upper cave!"

"I would like to thank you for the two senior brothers. This time I really made the two senior brothers laugh."

Ziying gritted silver teeth, feeling very embarrassed.

In this way, the three saints of Xuanyuan officially gathered and were about to set off.

A hasty shout suddenly came from outside the Sansheng Palace Hall: "Ziying Master, I have important matters to report!!!"

"What a big deal, it also needs to be so noisy?"

The monks outside the hall were eager to shout, and the leader of the Ziying Sect felt very upset. He waved his sleeves and waved a purple storm and opened the hall door. The visitor was a newly trained holy envoy from the Three Saints Sect. He was wearing a red robe and his cultivation was in the early stage of Luotian Immortality, and his breath was very unstable.

As early as thousands of years ago, the Three Holy Sects re-cultivated some of the holy envoys. The holy envoys that Shen Lang had killed in the riot waters were only part of them, and another part was scattered in the three great realms of Tianqiong Tianmang Tianmu.

"I have met the Emperor Shadow Master and the Jiying Master!"

The Red Robe Holy Envoy entered the hall with trembling fear. Seeing the Emperor Ying and the Ji Ying were all there, he was so scared that he knelt down and kowtowed to salute.

This is the first time that the three leaders gathered together! Ziying angrily shouted impatiently: "If you have any news, please report it quickly. If you have to make a point, please raise your head and go down!"

“Yes, yes!”

The Red Robe Saint Envoy bowed and nodded in fear, and quickly reported: "A spy came to report that a huge snow mountain suddenly rose in the north of Lushi Mountain. The powerful aura released by the snow mountain almost covered most of Lushi Mountain area, creating a small-scale strange phenomenon in the world.

According to the confession of the monks from Luanshi Mountain, the rising snow-capped mountain is rumored to be the Tianshan Mountain in the era of the Five Emperors. This mountain appeared once more than 100,000 years ago!”

"Tianshan?"
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