Jing Yuan closed his eyes, hiding the bloodthirsty and fury in his eyes, and was about to step into the abyss.
Suddenly, his body froze, and he suddenly turned around and looked not far away.
I saw a space vortex slowly being pulled away at the place where Tianqing's misfortune and the ghost once fought.
Several masked men in black robes came out from inside.
Seeing Jing Yuan, they were taken aback for a moment, then their bodies tensed up suddenly, and they were all on alert.
"The bald donkey of the Great Compassion Temple?!"
"Hehe, not just the bald donkey from the Great Compassion Temple, but also the well-known master Jingyuan, the direct disciple of that old thief Bodhidharma!"
Chestnut flashed in Jing Yuan's eyes, and the golden-red cassock on his body fluttered without wind.
Dozens of air blades appeared out of thin air, and suddenly slashed towards the men in black.
"This kid is the Immortal Venerable, we will immediately go into Qianyuan and report to An Yeyi!"
"Quick retreat!!"
Several men in black wanted to rush down the abyss.
Jing Yuan sneered, pulled his hand on the cassock, and immediately threw it out.
The golden-red cassock rapidly grew in size in the air, covering the entrance of the abyss in an instant.
The man in black bumped into the cassock, let out a scream, and was bounced back.
Jing Yuan walked towards them step by step, with indelible sternness and killing intent in his eyes, "You insulted my master, and you still want to escape alive?"
There was obvious fear and horror in the eyes of the man in black.
"Isn't this Jingyuan the worst among the three disciples of Bodhi's old thief? Why do I feel that he is stronger than Shanhui, the abbot of the Great Compassion Temple?"
"What is that bloody crescent on his forehead? Why do I feel like I've seen it there before?"
With a wave of Jing Yuan's hand, An Yesan, who had just scolded Bodhidharma, was thrown out and spit out a mouthful of blood.
The body was prostrate on the ground, unable to get up for a long time.
Jing Yuan grabbed the air with both hands, and he grabbed the other two men in black by the throat and lifted them into the air.
The divine power swelled, and the black cloth wrapped around several people was torn.
A hideous face full of scars was revealed.
Ordinary people would probably have nightmares when they saw such a terrifying face.
But Jing Yuan's face didn't fluctuate at all, his bloodshot eyes contained a cold killing intent, and he said word by word: "Where is Luo Yunxiao? Tell him to come see me!"
"Pooh!"
An Yeba spat bloody saliva onto his face, "You are qualified to see our master just because you are a dead donkey?!"
Dark Ye Twelve on the other side also screamed: "The bald donkeys in Dabei Temple are all beasts full of benevolence and morality. That old thief Bodhi ruined our lives. So what if we kill him? Let him die like this. It’s too cheap for him! All the bald donkeys in Dabei Temple should be damned! Damn! Damn!!!”
Only then did Jing Yuan realize that the person who spoke was actually a woman.
There are hundreds of scars on her face, making it impossible to see her original appearance clearly.
Some of the scars had their flesh gouged out, revealing the white bones.
Dark Night Twelve looked at Shang Jingyuan, and laughed hysterically: "Why do you think my face is ugly? Little bald donkey, do you know, my face, the injuries all over my body, and Who has ruined my whole life? It is the Great Compassion Temple, and it is your good master Bodhi who claims to be benevolent and righteous, but in fact is not as good as an animal!"
Jing Yuan retorted subconsciously: "Impossible!!"
He suddenly raised his voice, and said harshly: "Stop spitting blood and insulting Master!"