Little Yao Wang Hanye's current aura was much stronger than the last time he saw him.
However, the previous invincible overlord's Martial Way on his body had disappeared with a loud bang.
The last time Chu Fengmian defeated Little Yao Wang Hanye, he was about to shatter his invincible heart.
As long as this invincible heart was defeated once, it would be ruthlessly defeated.
This was also the difficulty of cultivating the overlord's Martial Way. Once the invincible heart was shattered, it would leave a heart demon in Little Yao Wang Hanye's heart.
"Little beast, you didn't expect it, did you? Last time you didn't kill me, but let me get an even more amazing adventure. This time I must kill you! Eradicate the heart demon in my heart! "
Little Yao Wang Hanye looked at Chu Fengmian and said with a ferocious face.
His heart demon was Chu Fengmian, who had defeated him. As long as he could kill Chu Fengmian, his heart demon would dissipate at any time.
It was more likely that his mind would be clear, and he would once again rebuild his invincible heart.
He wanted to kill Chu Fengmian with his own hands and eradicate his heart demon.
Rumble!
At this moment, Little Yao Wang Hanye's Martial Way completely broke out from his body, condensing on the fist wind in his palm, and immediately bombarded Chu Fengmian with a punch.
With a punch, the power of the sky and the earth, shrouding Chu Fengmian.
"Boy! Die! "
Little Yao Wang Hanye roared ferociously, and repeatedly struck out several fist winds. The power of each fist wind was no less than the previous one. A total of five fist winds bombarded Chu Fengmian at the same time.
The moment this move was made, it was almost equivalent to the bombardment of five peak figures of the Nine Tribulations Emperor Gu.
Vaguely, in the fist wind of Little Yao Wang Hanye, there was a bit of Buddhist aura.
"Vajra Tyrant Fist of Buddhism?"
Chu Fengmian thought in his mind, and instantly saw the origin of Little Yao Wang Hanye's fist. Vajra Tyrant Fist, a Heaven Level Martial Skill, was one of the most tyrannical Martial Skills in Buddhism.
However, Chu Fengmian's expression didn't change at all in the face of these five punches. His eyes even revealed a bit of disdain.
Chu Fengmian's body moved as the five fist-winds bombarded him.
Sword Edge!
The Ancestral Dragon Supreme Sword was immediately unsheathed in Chu Fengmian's hand. He slashed out without any hesitation.
There was no swordsmanship displayed in this sword. It was just an ordinary sword, but it exploded with an extremely shocking power.
Crack.
The five fist winds that were about to bombard Chu Fengmian's body were all shattered by the sword.
Then, Chu Fengmian's figure suddenly moved, and suddenly attacked. A palm enveloped Little Yao Wang Han Ye, and a tyrannical power oppressed Little Yao Wang Han Ye's body.
On the five fingers of Chu Fengmian's hand, a wave of spiritual energy condensed. The moment it flew out, it instantly transformed into five noble Ancient Battle Dragons, and fiercely suppressed the body of Little Yao Wang Han Ye.
In an instant, Little Yao Wang Han Ye's tyrannical Martial Skills were all shattered. His body was abruptly beaten to the ground, and he knelt on the ground, trembling.
The power in Chu Fengmian's body was extremely violent. At this moment, he exerted all of his strength.
Last time, Little Yao Wang Han Ye escaped from Chu Fengmian's hands. Chu Fengmian wouldn't let such a thing happen a second time!
"You think I can't kill you? Last time, someone saved you. This time, I'd like to see who can save you! "
"Five Dragons Secret Skill!"
Chu Fengmian let out a long roar. The five Ancient Battle Dragons that suppressed Little Yao Wang Han Ye suddenly roared, and drilled into Little Yao Wang Han Ye's body.
Each Ancient Battle Dragon contained a power that was not inferior to Little Yao Wang Han Ye's. These five Ancient Battle Dragons drilled into Little Yao Wang Han Ye's body at the same time.
Little Yao Wang's body almost couldn't bear this incomparably violent power, and suddenly began to swell.
Monk Zhuan Lun had many means to save people, and Chu Fengmian was incomparably fearful. However, this time, Chu Fengmian wouldn't give Monk Zhuan Lun a chance to save people.
"Explode!"
Under Chu Fengmian's command, the five Ancient Battle Dragons in Little Yao Wang Han Ye's body suddenly began to swell. He wanted Little Yao Wang Han Ye to self-destruct.
Once a warrior self-destructed, even if someone had amazing means, even if an expert of the Celestial Realm came, he wouldn't be able to save him!
"Not good! How did this person's strength become so tyrannical? "
Monk Zhuan Lun was just about to collect the Evil Demon Emperor's skeleton when he heard Little Yao Wang Han Ye's screams. His face suddenly changed.
Little Yao Wang Han Ye's strength had improved a lot compared to before, and he had also obtained the true inheritance of Buddhist Martial Arts.
In his opinion, even if he couldn't defeat Chu Fengmian, he would be able to delay for a while. However, he didn't expect Little Yao Wang to be so weak!
Now that Chu Fengmian's strength was so tyrannical, if Monk Zhuan Lun lost Little Yao Wang Han Ye, it would be more dangerous for him to face Chu Fengmian alone.
Monk Zhuan Lun's figure suddenly rushed over, and another Buddhist light shot out from his palm, falling on Little Yao Wang Han Ye's body.
The Light of Redemption, one of the most mysterious secret techniques of Buddhism, could save people from danger.
This Light of Redemption shrouded Little Yao Wang Han Ye's body, and wanted to take him away from Chu Fengmian's palm.
"You want it? Then I'll give it to you. "
Chu Fengmian looked at Monk Zhuan Lun, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. Instead of suppressing him, he let go of Little Yao Wang Han Ye.
Without the suppression of Chu Fengmian's power, Little Yao Wang Han Ye's body immediately flew towards Monk Zhuan Lun.
"This is?"
Monk Zhuan Lun saw Chu Fengmian's action and was extremely surprised. He didn't expect Chu Fengmian to let him go so easily.
Looking at the smile on Chu Fengmian's face, a sense of uneasiness suddenly filled his mind.
At the same time, the power in Little Yao Wang Han Ye's body had become more and more violent.
"Self-explosion?"
When he saw the violent power in Little Yao Wang Han Ye's body, Monk Zhuan Lun's face suddenly changed. He hurriedly retreated, trying to pull away.
"Go."
Chu Fengmian ordered, and Little Yao Wang Han Ye's body suddenly rushed towards Monk Zhuan Lun.
These five Ancient War Dragons penetrated into Little Yao Wang Han Ye's body, and had completely controlled his spiritual power.
Now, this Little Yao Wang Han Ye had completely become Chu Fengmian's puppet. Even if he still had consciousness, he could not mobilize the spiritual power in his body. He could only watch all this with his eyes wide open.
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