Heiwu thought that his little action was not noticed by anyone, but the old woman in the distance glanced at Heiwu inconspicuously.

"never mind."

"Since we're here, let's do Sun Wukong a favor."

The old woman blew a breath towards the unconscious Lu Hen Ge. Just one breath was enough to save Lu Hen Ge.

Let’s look at the battle situation again.

The situation is reversed.

Before, it was the White-bearded Venerable who had been suppressing Lu Hen Ge, and Lu Hen Ge could only defend himself without any chance to fight back; now it is the White-bearded Venerable who can only defend himself.

The demon-subduing pestle in his hand had been bent a little by the impact.

It can be seen how powerful each of Sun Wukong's sticks is!

Gradually.

The Whitebearded Venerable was on the verge of collapse: "There's no way I can't even hit a hair!"

Venerable Whitebeard didn't plan to defend himself. He wanted to give it a try like Lu Hen Ge did. He had just mobilized all his strength when he was stunned the next second.

Sun Wukong put his golden cudgel behind him, raised a finger and pointed at the White-bearded Venerable, and uttered a word: "Stop!"

bite!

A flash of golden light.

The movements and breath of the Whitebearded Reverend were instantly paused.

The other ancestors were stunned.

It is not the power of the Tao.

Sun Wukong's cry of calmness did not contain any trace of fluctuations from the Great Dao, which was much more terrifying than his words coming true.

This technique was learned from Patriarch Bodhi.

Even Hei Wu was terrified.

Even the ancestor could not defend against this kind of magic. In the fight, Sun Wukong had a huge advantage.

It seems.

The Whitebearded Venerable was about to lose.

wrong!

It seems that he is not going to lose, but to die...