Chapter 4235: Ji Shiwei's hope for death is not saved (1)

Dark Eleven is like hearing the most funny joke.

However, before he laughed out loud, Dark Night III, who hadn't spoken much beside him, suddenly said quietly: "You don't know the reason, I think this new master [Xuan Zhen] should be very clear?"

"What? Master Xuanzhen is here?!"

"Great! This city of mercy has been saved!"

Jue Ming showed a happy face, and quickly led a dozen other people with his hands folded, bowing to salute: "Congratulations to Uncle Xuan Zhen."

Everyone knows in the city of compassion.

The abbot of Master Dabei Temple today [Master Huihui] is the big disciple of Bodhidharma.

And [Xuan Zhen] is also a proselytist of [Master Huihui], and even the elder of the law enforcement hall.

In Dabei Temple, Xuanzhen's cultivation and strength are second only to the few disciples and personal disciples of Bodhidharma.

In the city of compassion, it has a very famous name.

After a while, I saw a monk wearing an ordinary yellow monk's clothing slowly falling from the sky.

Feel the tight nerves instantly relax.

Today, these gangsters who attacked the City of Mercy shot fiercely one by one, and had the means he had never expected.

Jue Ming was really worried about the heavy losses of the Eighteen Copper Men.

Now when I see Uncle Xuanzhen, a heart is immediately put back in place.

As long as Uncle Xuanzhen is here, these demon Xiaoxiao will not be able to slam for a long time.

As soon as Xuan Zhen fell to the ground, he didn't pay attention to the few people who saluted him and the compassionate city people, but stared at Dark Night III, and then swept across Dark Night 11, his brows slowly wrinkled.

Dark night stepped forward step by step, reached out and pulled off the mask on his face, revealing a face full of scars.

Xiuxian reached the level of Xuanxian, shaped the bones of the whole body, and the skin trauma could basically heal without medicine.

Scars are almost impossible.

But the scars on the night face of San Ye were extremely terrifying, revealing a bluish-purple scalp, like many countless bugs creeping slowly on his face.

"Master Xuanzhen, long time no see!"

Three nights in the dark night, said: "Oh, yes, I forgot, I am now in this ghost look, I am afraid that Master Xuanzhen can't recognize me."

Xuan Zhen was stunned for a while before he folded his hands together and said "Amitabha" lightly: "The poor monk is old and some can't remember it, but there is a vague impression. The name of the donor seems to be [Lin Yucheng] ?"

"Shut up!!" The peace on Dark Night San's face could no longer be maintained, and a black curse rung was suddenly thrown out in his hand, "Bald donkey, you don't deserve my name!!"

Xuan Zhen took a step back, keeping his hands together, and the golden light around him suddenly lit up.

The black curse grate hit the golden mask, and was burned cleanly in an instant.

Xuan Zhen lowered his eyes slightly, and his voice was gentle, but the words he spoke showed a cool coldness: "The poor monk had persuaded Uncle Wu Che from the beginning, except for evil, all the host bodies have been infected with the devil Bad karma, even if one survives by chance, should be cut off the grass and roots to prevent future troubles... Now, it seems that the poor monk's decision is correct."

"Okay, okay! It's so good! This is the monk of Dabei Temple's Ji Shi, hahaha!!"

The night three hissing laughed, bloodshot eyes, and the scars on his face beat again and again: "Xuan Zhen, then look at it, today I am being cut by the grass and you are rooting, or you are not in the grass!"