Dark Night Eleven seemed to have heard the funniest joke.
However, before he could laugh out loud, An Ye San who had been silent by his side suddenly said quietly: "You don't know the reason, I think this new [Xuan Zhen] master should be very clear, right?"
"What? Master Xuanzhen is here?!"
"Great! Mercy City is now saved!"
Jueming showed joy on his face, and quickly led the other dozen people to put their hands together and bowed in salute: "Welcome Master Xuanzhen."
In Mercy City, everyone knows it.
Today's abbot of the Great Compassion Temple [Master Shanhui] is a great disciple of Bodhidharma.
And [Xuan Zhen] is the direct disciple of [Master Shanhui], and even the elder of the Law Enforcement Hall.
In the Great Compassion Temple, Xuanzhen's cultivation base and strength can be said to be second only to Bodhidharma's juniors and personal disciples.
In the City of Mercy, it is even more famous.
After a while, I saw a monk wearing an ordinary yellow monk's robe slowly fall from the sky.
Jue Ming's tense nerves instantly relaxed.
The gangsters who attacked the City of Mercy today were fierce, and they had methods that he could not have imagined.
Originally, Jueming was really worried that the Eighteenth Bronze Man would suffer heavy losses.
Seeing [Xuan Zhen] Master Uncle now, my heart immediately returned to its original position.
As long as Master Xuanzhen is around, these monster Xiaoxiao won't be able to dance around for long.
As soon as Xuanzhen landed, he ignored Jueming and the citizens of Mercy City who were saluting to him, but fixed his eyes on Anye III, then swept Anye Eleven, his brows slowly wrinkled.
An Yesan stepped forward step by step, stretched out his hand and tore off the mask on his face, revealing a face full of scars.
The cultivation level has reached above that of Xuanxian, and the whole body has been shaped with immortal bones, and skin trauma can basically be healed without medicine.
Scars are almost impossible to appear.
However, the scars on An Yesan's face were extremely terrifying, showing a tingling bluish-purple color, like countless bugs crawling slowly across his face.
"Master Xuanzhen, long time no see!"
An Ye San warmly said: "Oh, yes, I forgot, I am in such a ghostly state, Master Xuanzhen probably won't recognize me anymore."
Xuanzhen was stunned for a while, then put his hands together, and said softly "Amitabha": "The poor monk is getting old, and I can't remember it clearly, but I still have a vague impression. The name of the benefactor seems to be [Lin Yucheng] ?”
"Shut up!!" The calmness on An Yesan's face could no longer be maintained, and he threw out a black spell talisman in his hand, "Vald donkey, you don't deserve to call me by my name!!"
Xuanzhen took a step back, keeping his palms together, and the golden light all over his body suddenly lit up.
The black spell talisman collided with the golden mask, and was completely burned in an instant.
Xuanzhen lowered his eyes slightly, and his voice was gentle, but there was a coldness in the words that came out: "The poor monk persuaded Master Wuche at the beginning, to eliminate all evil, and all the host bodies have been infected by the demon of destroying the world. Evil karma, even those who survived by chance, should be eradicated to avoid future troubles... Now it seems that the poor monk's decision is correct."
"Okay, okay! That's great! This is the eminent monk of the Great Compassion Temple, hahaha!!"
An Yesan hissed and laughed loudly, his eyes were bloodshot, and the hideous scars on his face danced again and again: "Xuanzhen, let's take a look, today I was wiped out by you, or you left no blade of grass in the Great Compassion Temple!!"