Chapter 391: The Power of One Finger

Bai Xiaofei's face suddenly turned pale, and several divine senses were like a hurricane, blowing pain on Bai Xiaofei's body. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Wuchenzi's face changed, and he snorted coldly, and several intertwined divine senses suddenly dispersed.

"Hahaha, I didn't expect it to be a dustless Taoist friend......"

The hearty laughter resounded in Wuchenzi's ears, Wuchenzi's face changed, and he said coldly: "Who is my Dao, it turned out to be Ji Daoyou." ”

"Hahaha, has the Taoist forgotten the trail?" There was another hearty laugh, and Wuchenzi's eyes changed, but he didn't expect that there was another person.

Several divine senses were intertwined just now, and Bai Xiaofei didn't know who was among them, but from the voice, he still vaguely identified the monk surnamed Ji.

It's just that this laughter now is definitely not a monk I know.

"It seems that the seniors have forgotten the trail, and the juniors are so polite!" I saw a white-clothed monk walk out from a distance, glanced at the monk surnamed Ji, and then smiled at Wuchenzi.

Wuchenzi's eyes shrank, he didn't expect that even he would come.

"The two Daoists came here to congratulate me on my successful marriage?"

The monk surnamed Ji said with a smile: "I didn't expect the disciples to cross the catastrophe here, who do we think is crossing the catastrophe?"

As he spoke, the monk surnamed Ji glanced at Bai Xiaofei, and then stared at Wuchenzi, hoping to see a clue from Wuchenzi's face.

However, Wuchenzi let him down.

Wuchenzi didn't have a trace of expression on his face, he had always had a tense face, and he didn't react at all, and when he heard the words of the monk surnamed Ji, he moved slightly, and said: "Hmph, someone has caused blood rain in my Wuliang Sect and escaped, this seat hasn't asked you yet, but you came to ask this seat first?" Wuchenzi snorted coldly and rushed at the monk surnamed Ji.

The monk surnamed Ji kept a slight smile and smiled without saying a word.

"Dustless senior, look, you are ....... here with your land" Before the white-clothed monk finished speaking, he was directly interrupted by Wuchenzi.

"What are you........ Even the Yuanying Monk dares to be presumptuous in front of me?" Wuchenzi snorted coldly, and his voice pierced through the body of the white-clothed monk.

The white-clothed monk took a few steps back, then steadied himself and snorted coldly, with a look of impatience on his face.

"Hahaha, fellow Daoist, I see that you haven't made a move for many years, and many people have forgotten your methods......" The monk surnamed Ji provoked.

Snorted coldly at the monk surnamed Ji, Wuchenzi naturally wouldn't pay attention to the little Yuanying Great Perfection monk, although the white-clothed monk was only one step away from breaking through the Transformation Gods, but how could the Transformation Monks break through so easily.

Mo said that there is such a god-transforming monk as Wuchenzi in the middle three states, that is, in the upper three states, there are only a handful of god-transforming monks, which is why the Wuliang Sect is so arrogant although it is only in the middle three states.

As long as the dustless son does not die for a day, no sect in the Infinite Sect dares to move.

If it really provokes the Divine Cultivators, then even the state can be destroyed.

The white-clothed monk snorted coldly, and seemed to be unhappy in his heart, so his body flew up directly and slapped Bai Xiaofei with one palm.

The monk surnamed Ji frowned, and said secretly in his heart: "When did the Heavenly Dao Sect become so ignorant?"

Seeing the white-clothed monk attacking Bai Xiaofei, Bai Xiaofei originally gathered his aura and wanted to fight back, but after glancing at Wuchenzi, Bai Xiaofei smiled faintly at the corner of his mouth, what did he have to worry about.

Wuchenzi snorted coldly, watched the white-clothed monk fly away, and remained motionless until the white-clothed monk approached Bai Xiaofei, Wuchenzi pointed at the white-clothed monk.

The monk surnamed Ji's eyes shrank slightly, and there was a deep fear in his eyes.

"This old monster's fame is even more powerful than hundreds of years ago. The monk surnamed Ji muttered.

As soon as Bai Xiaofei's body moved, the white-clothed monk missed a blow, only to see Wuchenzi coming with a finger, not dodging or dodging, but just catching it with one palm.

The corners of Wuchenzi's mouth lifted, and he sneered in his heart.

The monk surnamed Ji shook his head, already expecting the ending.

Sure enough, no surprises.

The whitefriar's palm greeted the air, and the dustless finger had already pierced the whitemonk's heart.

The whitefriar's eyes widened, looking at Wuchenzi, his face full of incredulity.

He is the Dao Son of the Heavenly Dao Sect, the next sect master of the Heavenly Dao Sect, and the youngest Yuanying monk of the Heavenly Dao Sect, and the monk who is most likely to break through the Yuanying and become a class god.

It's just that now, all of this has come to naught, all because of the finger of no dust.

Raising his head sharply, staring at Wuchenzi, the white-clothed monk's eyes were filled with resentment, hatred, and anger.

"No......." the white-clothed monk roared angrily, with a thousand kinds of unwillingness.

Bai Xiaofei looked at the white-clothed monk, smiled faintly, and looked at Wuchenzi, his master, with deep admiration in his eyes.

When Wuchenzi saw Bai Xiaofei's eyes, he was suddenly shocked, and he showed his hand, it seemed that he had won the admiration of this apprentice, and it was not in vain.

The monk surnamed Ji looked at Bai Xiaofei, then at the white-clothed monk, and sighed deeply.

I saw Wuchenzi raise his palm, and when he encountered the white-clothed monk who was directly killed, the monk surnamed Ji stood in front of Wuchenzi and said: "Fellow Daoist, you have to spare people and spare people, besides, Brother Wang Dao is also out of the customs!"

"Wang Tiandao is out of the customs?Hmph, so what?" Wuchenzi snorted coldly, who had he been afraid of in his life?

The corner of the monk's mouth twitched, indeed, why did he mention the matter of Wang Tiandao's exit, he couldn't do it.

Wuchenzi no longer pays attention to the monk surnamed Ji, although the monk surnamed Ji has the heart to speak for the white-clothed monk, but Wuchenzi doesn't pay attention to it, of course, the monk surnamed Ji can't get along with Wuchenzi, who is also a god-transforming monk.

The white-clothed monk looked at the giant palm that was getting closer and closer, his body couldn't move, Bai Xiaofei didn't expect Wuchenzi to be so decisive, and there was no room for negotiation at all, and more importantly, Bai Xiaofei knew that the Yuanying monk had no power to fight back in front of the god cultivator.

Wuchenzi sneered and looked at the white-clothed monk, glanced at Bai Xiaofei, and saw that Bai Xiaofei had successfully married a baby, and he was very happy in his heart.

Just as this palm was attached to the whitefriar's face, a cold cry woke everyone up.

"Old Dao, you are going back more and more, and it is really embarrassing to be thinking about the little baby of Yuanying......."

Wuchenzi's face changed, and he snorted coldly: "Wang Tiandao, don't pretend to be a ghost, come out and ........"

I saw that a young monk suddenly flashed in the originally empty place, and then looked at the monk's breezy appearance on his sleeves, Bai Xiaofei felt as if he was dazzled.

I only heard the white-clothed monk's face be bitter, and he howled very aggrievedly: .......