Dark Night Eleven is like hearing the funniest joke.

However, before he could laugh out loud, An Ye San, who had been silent beside him, suddenly said quietly: "You don't know the reason. I think this new [Xuanzhen] master will know it very well, right?"

"What? Master Xuanzhen is here?!"

"Great! Mercy City can be saved now!"

Jueming's face showed joy, and he quickly led a dozen other people to put their hands together and bow to salute: "Welcome Master Uncle Xuanzhen."

In Mercy City, everyone knows it.

The current abbot of Dabei Temple, Master Shanhui, is Bodhidharma’s great disciple.

And [Xuanzhen] is also the direct disciple of [Master Shanhui] and the elder of the Law Enforcement Hall.

In Dabei Temple, Xuanzhen's cultivation and strength can be said to be second only to Bodhidharma's several junior brothers and direct disciples.

In Mercy City, it has a great reputation.

After a while, I saw a monk wearing ordinary yellow monk robes slowly falling to the ground from the sky.

Jueming's tense nerves instantly relaxed.

The gangsters who attacked Mercy City today were all ruthless, and they had methods that he had never expected.

Originally, Jueming was really worried that the Eighteen Bronze Men would suffer heavy losses.

Now that I saw Uncle [Xuanzhen], my heart immediately returned to its original position.

As long as Uncle Xuanzhen is around, these little demons won't be able to stay around for long.

As soon as Xuanzhen landed, he ignored the Jueming group and the citizens of Mercy City who were saluting him. Instead, he stared at Dark Night Three, and then glanced at Dark Night Eleven, his eyebrows slowly frowning.

An Ye San stepped forward step by step, stretched out his hand and pulled off the mask on his face, revealing a face covered with scars.

With a cultivation level above that of Xuanxian, immortal bones can be formed all over the body, and skin injuries can basically be healed without medicine.

Scars are almost impossible to appear.

However, the scars on An Ye San's face were extremely terrifying, with a greenish-purple color that made people numb their scalp, like countless insects slowly crawling across his face.

"Master Xuanzhen, long time no see!"

An Ye San said warmly: "Oh, by the way, I forgot. With my current appearance, Master Xuanzhen probably won't be able to recognize me."

Xuanzhen was stunned for a while, then he clasped his hands and chanted "Amitabha" softly: "The poor monk is old and can't remember it clearly, but he still has some vague impressions. The name of the donor seems to be [Lin Yucheng].

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"Shut up!!" The calmness on An Yesan's face could no longer be maintained, and a black spell talisman was suddenly thrown out in his hand, "Bald donkey, you don't deserve to call me by my name!!"

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

The black curse talisman hit the golden light shield and was burned clean in an instant.

Xuanzhen lowered his eyes slightly, his voice was gentle, but there was a coldness in the words he spoke: "The poor monk originally advised Uncle Wu Che to eliminate all evil, and all the bodies have been infected with the evil spirit of the world-destroying demon.

Even those who are lucky enough to survive should eradicate their bad karma 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 from Dabei Temple who helps the world, hahaha!!"
Chapter completed!