Dark Night Eleven seems to have heard the funniest joke.
But, before he could laugh out loud, the dark night three who had not spoken much beside him suddenly said quietly: "You don't know the reason, I think this new master [Xuanzhen] should be very clear, right?"
"What? Master Xuanzhen is here?!"
"Great! Now Mercy City is saved!"
Jueming showed joy on his face, and quickly led a dozen other people to clasp their hands together, bowing and saluting: "Greetingly welcome Master Xuanzhen."
In Mercy City, everyone knows it.
The current abbot of the Great Compassion Temple [Master Shanhui] is a major disciple of Bodhidharma.
And [Xuanzhen] is also a direct disciple of [Master Shanhui], and even the elder of the law enforcement hall.
In the Great Compassion Temple, Xuanzhen's cultivation level and strength can be said to be second only to the few masters and disciples of Bodhidharma.
In the City of Mercy, it is even more famous.
After a while, I saw a monk wearing an ordinary yellow monk's clothes slowly landing from the sky.
Jueming's tight nerves relaxed instantly.
Today, these gangsters attacking Mercy City are attacking harshly one by one, and they have methods that he did not expect.
Originally, Jue Ming was really worried that the Eighteen Bronze men would suffer heavy losses.
Now that I saw Uncle [Xuanzhen], his heart was immediately returned to its original position.
As long as Master Xuanzhen is there, these monsters Xiaoxiao will not be able to jump for long.
As soon as Xuan Zhen landed, he ignored the Jue Ming people and the citizens of Mercy City who saluted him. Instead, he fixed his eyes on Dark Night Three, and then swept Dark Night Eleven, his eyebrows slowly frowned.
Dark Yesan stepped forward, reaching out and tore off the mask on his face, revealing a face with scars.
The cultivation base reaches above the Xuanxian, and the whole body is molded with immortal bones. Skin trauma can basically be cured without medicine.
Scars are almost impossible to appear.
However, these scars on Dark Night San's face are extremely terrifying, revealing a tingling purple scalp, like countless insects squirming slowly across his face.
"Master Xuanzhen, long time no see!"
Dark Ye Sanwen said: "Oh, yes, I forgot, I am like a ghost now, I am afraid Master Xuanzhen can't recognize me anymore."
Xuan Zhen was stunned for a while, before folding his hands together, and chanting "Amitabha Buddha" softly: "The poor monk is getting older, some can't remember, but there are still some vague impressions. The name of the donor seems to be [Lin Yucheng]. ?"
"Shut up!!" The calmness on Dark Night San's face could no longer be maintained, and a black curse talisman in his hand was suddenly thrown out, "Bald donkey, you don't deserve to call my name!!"
Xuan Zhen stepped back, keeping his hands folded, and the golden light all over his body suddenly lit up.
The black curse talisman hit the golden mask, and was burnt clean in an instant.
Xuanzhen lowered his eyes slightly, his voice was gentle, but the words he uttered were filled with coldness: "The poor monk had persuaded Master Wu Che to do his best to eliminate evil, and all the host bodies have been infected with the demons of the world. Bad karma, even if you survive by fluke, you should cut the grass and root out to avoid future troubles... Now it seems that the poor monk's decision is correct."
"Okay, okay! That's great! This is the great monk who lives in the heart of the Great Compassion Temple, hahaha!!!"
The dark night three hissed and laughed, his eyes were bloodshot, and the hideous scars on his face throbbed again and again: "Xuanzhen, let's take a look, today I was cut and rooted by you, or your Great Compassion Temple did not leave a single inch of grass!!"