The person who came was in his forties, wearing strange clothes, a headscarf wrapped around his head, and a messy beard spread on his face, looking like a sloppy feeling.

After he appeared, a group of Indian church members knelt down and shouted loudly.

"Who are you? How dare you block my way?" said the evil spirit angrily.

"I am the Pope of the Indian Church. If you kill my believers, you will surrender?" the Pope shouted loudly.

The evil spirit snorted coldly. She didn't care what the other party was, and slapped it out with a prank.

If you dare to block her way, you are seeking death.

In an instant, a phantom of a palm print struck out.

The Pope also slapped out with his palm, and two drums of energy exploded in the air, making a shocking sound.

"I have some ability, but if you think you can stop me like this, it's a dream." The evil spirit said coldly.

"I'll see what you have." The Pope snorted and shouted arrogantly.

There were countless Hindus believers standing around. Now when the Pope took action personally, they all shouted and shouted loudly. Even if Ye Xiong couldn't understand their words, he knew that they were cheering their Pope.

The evil spirit directly pulled out the Netherworld Sword.

As soon as the Netherworld Sword came out, the temperature around it dropped sharply for dozens of meters, and the nearest place even frozen into ice.

"Eat my sword." The evil spirit slashed out with a sword.

The cold air turned into a huge sword shadow and slashed directly from the top of the pope's head.

Wherever the sword light passed, it turned into ice, and the sword light turned into substance and became an ice sword.

The Pope's face changed drastically. Although he had heard of the power of the King of Jiangnan for a long time, he always thought it was just listening to it in the middle of the way. When he saw him today, he was much more powerful than he imagined.

He dared not be shocked and hurriedly avoided.

The sword light directly slashed a gully on the ground, and the people around him changed color as much as they saw.

The disciples of the Indian sect, who were cheering for the Pope, were all dumb for a moment.

"Call me, why don't you yell?" Ye Xiong walked out and laughed loudly.

"What a shit pope, get out of here." The evil spirit roared.

The pope's face changed. Although he was very unwilling to accept it, he had no temper in the face of his powerful strength.

If you continue fighting for the sake of face, there will be only one, either death or injury.

"Don't get out, right? It seems that I want you to change your Indian religion to become the pope."

The evil spirit snorted coldly, his body soared into the sky, holding the Netherworld Sword and slashing it down.

The Pope was about to face the challenge, but suddenly a figure rushed into the crowd as fast as lightning, blocking in front of the Pope, and slapped out with a palm.

The sword energy and palm power collided again, and the earth suddenly roared wildly, the wind swept away the dust and sand, and the energy swept out like a sharp blade.

"Yang Xinyi, I haven't seen each other for a long time. Let's do a good job of the last battle."

The person who came was wearing a golden mask and was domineering in a mad manner. Who wasn’t the Golden Lord?

Whoosh!

Two figures fell from the sky, Prince Sony and Master Alan appeared at the same time, standing next to the Golden Venerable.

"It's so lively. Are you preparing for a big battle?"

The evil spirit sneered, not worried at all, and still looked like he was in his chest.

"King of Jiangnan, you ruined my sister so much that she was worse than death. I must chop you up and feed it to the dog today."

Prince Sony's eyes fell on Ye Xiong and shouted angrily.

"It seems that you are Prince Sony of the British Royal Family. You have lost your name for a long time. I don't know whether Princess Soya is dead or alive now."

Prince Sony's face twitched, and when he thought of his sister's miserable ending, he clenched his fists tightly in anger.

"Master, let's do it as planned and we must keep them." Prince Sony said.

The Golden Venerable nodded, and his figure flashed over the evil spirit's head, and he shot out with a big earth seal.

Suddenly, a big palm print of nothingness fell from the sky and pressed down on the evil spirit's head.

"The last time the winner was not decided, let's fight another battle." The Golden Master shouted.

"Escape in the desert is also called the victory or defeat not being decided? Where is your face?" Ye Xiong mocked.

The Golden Venerable ignored Ye Xiong. His mission today was to entangle the evil spirits and let Prince Sony and Master Alan fight Ye Xiong. It would be better to kill him and then grab the things on him back.

The Pope also made an action and fought against the evil spirits with the Golden Venerable.

He was humiliated in public by the evil spirit just now. If he didn't use external forces, he would never take revenge in his life. Now, seeing a top master taking action against the evil spirit, he helped without thinking.

"Bitch, you killed dozens of people from the Yindu Cult. Today we will calculate the account carefully."

There was no idea when the pope had an extra long crutch in his hand. There was a skull portrait at one end of the crutch, and a blue stone diamond on the head, which emitted a gloomy pressure.

"You guys are careful, I'll kill these two guys and come and help you."

After the evil spirit finished speaking, he did not dare to be careless, and held the Netherworld Sword and rushed out.

Prince Sony was secretly shocked when he watched the Golden Venerable fight with the Pope.

One is the lord of the Taxian Pavilion, and the other is the Pope of the Indian Sect. Both of them are top cultivators in the world. Unexpectedly, with their strength, they can't beat Yang Xinyi.

"Prince, let's hurry up and take action, and take his life while King Jiangnan is still injured." said Master Alan.

"King of Jiangnan, I won't let you die very quickly."

Prince Sony kept chanting in his mouth, and a huge black skull appeared in front of him, and the magical essence surged up, with extraordinary momentum.

With his roar, the skull head swelled in the air in the wind, and the terrifying aura attacked Ye Xiong.

At the same time, Mage Allen also sacrificed a huge fireball and attacked Ye Xiong from the other direction.

Not only was Ye Xiong not afraid, he showed a wicked laughter on the corner of his mouth, revealing a row of white teeth.

Suddenly, his teeth grew longer at a speed seen by the naked eye, his face changed, and his long hair grew.

Next was the body and limbs. Almost instantly, he used the transformation of the real ape.

Roar!

His body rushed out and punched him out.

In the air, a huge fist shadow hit him, smashing the skull with one punch.

"Aren't you injured? Why is it getting better so soon?" Prince Sony was shocked.

The reason why he was so confident in killing King Jiangnan was because he was seriously injured by the Venerable Golden. Venerable Golden said that it would be impossible for King Jiangnan to recover without more than a month. Who knew that in less than ten days, he had completely recovered.

"Last time, I spared you a life, but you didn't know how to provoke me. I will completely destroy you today."

Ye Xiong quickly pulled out the black sword and relied on his powerful body after his transformation to kill Master Alan regardless of everything.

For a mage, being approached is only a dead end.

Mage Alan kept casting various five elements spells, attacking Ye Xiong, trying to block Ye Xiong's attack.

At the same time, he kept dodging with the mystery of his body skills.

"Master Alan, don't be nervous. With the strength of both of us, we are afraid that we can't kill him?" Prince Sony shouted.
Chapter completed!