"I'll say again, you're not my opponent. Are you sure you want to continue playing?"

Ye Xiong did not continue to take action, and he had already given it to the opponent. If he continued to take action after the clutches of the Buddha's demon, he could defeat the opponent with a wave of flow.

Wan Jianqi's face looked ugly and was unstable. Finally, he said, "I admit that I am not as good as you in terms of vitality, but I am willing to try it again."

His attitude became much more polite.

He felt in his heart that the other party’s strong vitality did not mean that he could definitely win him.

"Are you looking forward to surpassing me in supernatural powers?" Ye Xiong sneered and said, "You seem to have forgotten my identity."

This sentence was like a head of cold water pouring down, shattering the only glimmer of hope that Wan Jianqi had left.

The other party is reincarnated by the God Emperor. Will his magical powers be poor?

If the vitality is not as strong as a human, and the magical power is not as good as a human, the other party knows four skills. Is there any need to fight this fight?

"I'm willing to give it a try." Wan Jianqi nodded firmly.

Even if he loses, he must stand up. If the master is not there, he is the last barrier to Daomen Mountain. If even he retreats, it is equivalent to handing over the entire Daomen to someone.

"Okay, then fight."

After Ye Xiong finished speaking, layers of golden light surged in his body, and the light illuminated the entire sky.

Beixu was watching from the side, his eyes lit up and his eyes couldn't move away.

His Buddhist spiritual foundation is already very strong, and the foundation Ye Xiong now shows is much stronger than him.

"I am a part of the four martial arts. If all four martial arts are used, it will be unfair to you and will not be able to win. Now I can only fight against you by Buddhist martial arts. If you can win, I will give up on Tianmen Mountain. If you lose, I can only ask your master to take action."

Ye Xiong said while saying that the Dharma image of Nirvana Holy Body above his head had already appeared, and a layer of light like a starry sky floating above his head, looking extremely sacred.

Although the appearance of the Nirvana holy body is not as good as the appearance of the wrathful body of Buddha and demon, it is more purer than the appearance of the wrathful body of the wrathful body, and its external manifestations are more eye-catching.

"Ten Thousand Buddhas Palm."

Ye Xiong slapped out with a palm, and the magic image in the air was slapped out with a palm, and a palm print covering half of the sky appeared and pressed towards Wan Jianqi.

"Daomen Seal."

Wan Jianqi raised his palms together, and raised an Eight Trigrams Seal to welcome the palm of Ten Thousand Buddhas with the support.

The star-like momentum shook, as if the end of the world was.

"Come again."

In the blink of an eye, Ye Xiong made the second move, and it was still the Ten Thousand Buddhas Palm.

After practicing the seventh level of "The Burning Saint", his Buddha Yuan has become the strongest vitality in his body.

Even when facing an opponent of Wan Jianqi's level, he still steadily suppressed one end.

Wan Jianqi's body condensed a layer of mist-shaped Taoist element, and white light flashed, and his body turned into a sword-shaped totem, piercing the Buddha's seal.

The domineering Ten Thousand Buddhas Palm was like a sword piercing the clouds and mist. In a moment, it actually broke out from Ten Thousand Buddhas Palm.

"Fuyin."

Between Ye Xiong's palms, countless Buddhist marks were slapped, turning into large windmills.

Wan Jianqi had just broken through one round of attack and fell into another layer of attack. Apart from defense, he had no ability to counterattack.

Everyone around was stunned. They had never seen such a great war.

A war of this level is already the highest level of the Ascension Platform.

Ye Xiongcai only used one kind of magical power in Buddhism, and it is hard to imagine how powerful it would be if he combined to use other magical powers.

Wouldn't that be defeated Wan Jianqi soon?

The most powerful thing about Buddhist vitality is that it is its thickness. If you fight for vitality, you can't compare with a few different paths.

Wan Jianqi knew that if he had always been passive in defense, he would lose sooner or later, but no matter how he looked for it, he would not find a chance to counterattack.

When a person spends all his energy on defense, what ability can he fight back?

During the defense process, Wan Jianqi has been looking for opportunities, but he has not been able to do it.

Seeing that his vitality was consumed more and more, he felt like he wanted to stand up and take risks. At this moment, a figure suddenly flew out from below and said loudly: "Senior Brother, Master, let you admit defeat, you are not his opponent."

The visitor was a disciple from Daomen Mountain and came out to report.

Ye Xiong stopped at this time.

Wan Jianqi was sweating profusely, breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at Ye Xiong, not only shocked, but also shocked.

He could not imagine how powerful this guy would be when he was fully fired. Wouldn't it be his opponent if his master was not?

"The God Emperor has great combat power, I am willing to give in." Wan Jianqi said helplessly.

"Of course I'll lose, so let's call out Daozhen and let's fight."

"Master is not in Daomen Mountain."

"Then you will give up Daomen Mountain and let me take over it. When Daozhen comes back and has the ability to defeat me, I will return Daomen Mountain to the next time."

As soon as this statement was spoken, everyone was surrounded by angry eyes. The disciples of Daomen Mountain looked at Ye Xiong, very angry, but no one dared to stand up.

Even Wan Jianqi is not his opponent, who else is his opponent here?

"Senior Brother, we have many people, we fight with him and protect Daomen Mountain to death." A disciple from the field shouted loudly.

"That's right, if they fight him, they will only have a few people, what are they afraid of?"

"The mountain is there, and the mountain is there and the person dies."

The crowd was loud and the resistance was very strong, and everyone was very excited.

Faced with these opposing voices, Ye Xiong looked at Wan Jianqi and asked, "Are you sure you want to defend yourself?"

"Stop loudly." Wan Jianqi waved his hand and the sound around him suddenly stopped.

Wan Jianqi's face looked ugly, staring at Ye Xiong, his eyes full of unwillingness.

Master asked him to admit defeat because he wanted to protect him, and his attitude was very obvious.

If Daomen Mountain is lost, you can come back. If the disciple's life is lost, you won't come back.

"All the disciples of Daomen Mountain obey the order and leave. When the master comes back, we will come back again." Wan Jianqi ordered.

As soon as this statement was said, there was another big wave of Xuanyuan, and many people were unwilling to do so.

"This is an order." Wan Jianqi roared and shouted: "Go back and get out of here. Within half an hour, everyone will leave."

Although the disciples around were angry, they did not resist and went back to collect things.

It turns out that people who thought Ye Xiong were arrogant would not dare to speak up like this.

Only then did they realize that he was not arrogant, but had the strength.

"We have sects now, so we don't need to join you anymore. Please find others!"

After Ye Xiong finished speaking to those who wanted to win over them, he turned into a stream of light and landed at the entrance of the hall below Daomen Mountain.

Lu Yao, Huo Yan, Jin Yi, and Bei Xu all followed him.

The remaining people who had just come to the ascension platform from the three mountains were all looking at each other. Suddenly a figure fell down and came to Ye Xiong, saying loudly: "Divine Emperor, I am willing to add the senior sect to the best of my life."

With one person taking the lead, the remaining monks who had just ascended fell down one after another, all around Ye Xiong and begged to take in.
Chapter completed!