Chapter 4429 Burning the Sky Is the Sin of Dabei Temple (1)

Jing Yuan closed his eyes, hiding the bloodthirsty and rage in his eyes, and was about to step into the abyss.

Suddenly, his body froze, and he suddenly turned to look not far away.

I saw a space vortex slowly being pulled apart where the calamity of the heavens and the ghouls once fought.

Several masked men in black robes came out.

Seeing Jingyuan, they were also stunned for a moment, and then their bodies suddenly became tense, and their whole bodies were on guard.

"The bald donkey of Dabei Temple?!"

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

There was a flash of maroon in Jingyuan's eyes, and the golden-red cassock on his body rose freely.

Dozens of qi blades appeared out of thin air and suddenly slashed towards the bodies of several men in black.

"This kid is Immortal Venerable, we will immediately enter the abyss and report to the dark night!"

"Quickly withdraw!!"

Several men in black wanted to rush towards the abyss.

Jing Yuan sneered, pulled his hand on the cassock, and immediately threw it out.

The golden-red cassock quickly grew larger in the air, and in an instant, it shrouded the entrance to the abyss.

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

Jingyuan walked towards them step by step, his eyes were filled with fierceness and killing intent, "You have insulted my master, do 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 of the three disciples of the old thief of Bodhisattva? 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?"

Jing Yuan raised his hand and waved, and An Ye San, who had just scolded Bodhidharma, was directly overturned and spit out a mouthful of blood.

The body was crawling on the ground, unable to get up for a long time.

Jingyuan grabbed his hands in the air, and the other two men in black were caught by his throat and lifted into the air.

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

A hideous face full of scars appeared.

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

But Jingyuan's face did not fluctuate in the slightest. His bloodshot eyes contained icy killing intent, and he said word by word, "Where is Luo Yunxiao? Tell him to come and see me!"

"Pooh--!"

Dark Night Bayi spit out blood-soaked saliva on his face, "Just because you are a dead bald donkey, are you qualified to see our master?!"

On the other side, Dark Night Twelve also screamed: "The bald donkeys in the Dabei Temple are all beasts full of benevolence, righteousness and morality. That old thief in Bodhi has ruined our life, so what if we kill him? Let him die like this. He’s so cheap! All the bald donkeys in Dabei Temple are damned! Damn! Damn!!!”

Only then did Jing Yuan realize that the person who spoke turned out to be a woman.

There are hundreds of scars on her face, making it impossible to see her original appearance at all.

Some of the scars even gouged out the flesh, revealing the bones.

Dark Night Twelve looked at Jingyuan and laughed hysterically: "Why do you think my face is ugly? Little bald donkey, do you know that with my face, all the injuries on my body, and Who ruined my whole life? It was the Great Compassion Temple, your good master Bodhi, who claims to be benevolent and righteous, but is actually inferior to animals!"

Jing Yuan subconsciously retorted: "Impossible!!"

He raised his voice abruptly and said sternly, "Don't spit your blood and insult Master!"