Jingyuan closed his eyes, hiding the bloodlust and rage in his eyes, and was about to step into the abyss.

Suddenly, his figure froze, and he suddenly turned around and looked not far away.

I saw a space vortex slowly being pulled apart where Tian Qingzhi once fought with the ghoul.

Several masked men in black robes came out.

Seeing Jingyuan, they were also stunned for a moment, and then their bodies suddenly tensed up and they were on guard.

"The bald donkey of Dabei Temple?!"

"Haha, not only the bald donkey from Dabei Temple, but also the famous Master Jingyuan, the direct disciple of that old thief Bodhidharma!"

Jingyuan's eyes flashed maroon, and the golden-red cassock on his body fluttered in the wind.

Dozens of air blades appeared out of thin air and suddenly slashed at several men in black.

"This kid is an Immortal Lord. Let's go into the abyss immediately and report it to Dark Night!"

"Quickly retreat!!"

Several men in black wanted to rush under the abyss.

Jingyuan sneered, pulled his cassock with his hand, and then threw it away.

The golden-red cassock quickly grew in size in the air, covering the entrance to the abyss in an instant.

The man in black hit the cassock, let out a scream, and was bounced back.

Jingyuan walked towards them step by step, with fierceness and killing intent in his eyes, "You have 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 Tutu? Why do I feel that he is more powerful than Shanhui, the abbot of Dabei Temple?"

"What is that bloody crescent moon on his forehead? Why do I think I've seen it there before?"

Jingyuan raised his hand and waved, and An Yesan, who had just scolded Bodhidharma, was thrown out and spit out a mouthful of blood.

His body was lying on the ground and he couldn't get up for a long time.

Jingyuan grabbed the other two men in black with both hands, and he grabbed them by the throat and lifted them into the air.

The divine power surged, and the black cloth wrapped around several people was torn apart.

Revealing a hideous face full of scars.

Ordinary people would probably have nightmares when they see such a terrifying face.

But Jingyuan's face did not waver at all. His bloodshot eyes contained a bone-chilling killing intent, and he said word by word: "Where is Luo Yunxiao? Ask him to come see me!"

"Pooh--!"

An Yeba spat a mouthful of saliva mixed with blood into his face, "How dare you, a bald ass like you, qualify to meet our master?!"

Anye Twelve on the other side also screamed: "The bald donkeys in Dabei Temple are all beasts who talk about benevolence, justice and morality. That old thief Bodhi has ruined our lives, so what if we kill him? Let him die like this.

It’s so cheap for him! All the bald donkeys in Dabei Temple should die! Damn! Damn!!!”

Only then did Jingyuan realize that the person speaking 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 even cut away the flesh, exposing dense white bones.

An Ye Twelve met Jingyuan's eyes and laughed hysterically: "Why do you think my face is ugly? Little bald donkey, do you know about my face, the injuries all over my body, and

Who has ruined my whole life? It’s the Great Compassion Temple, your good Master Bodhi who claims to be benevolent and righteous, but in fact is worse than an animal!"

Jingyuan retorted subconsciously: "Impossible!!"
Chapter completed!