Chapter 68 (1/2)

The huge palm of purple poison gas instantly attacked Ye Mo, and ye Mo felt a strong pressure instantly. This is a suffocating pressure that ye Mo has never felt since his strength soared.

This is a martial artist who has practiced the purple poison skill, and his strength has completely surpassed that of the general jiuzhong warrior in Qi making state.

Ye Mo didn't expect that the mysterious man would attack him directly. He smelled the smell of resentment. However, such powerful masters really have the strength to help the Xiao family compete for Mohist resources.

In the face of the huge palm formed by purple poison gas, ye Mo is not afraid. The power of 36 dragons circling in the elixir field roars. All of them attack the five major gateways. Ye Mo's breath suddenly rises. The black element force rises from ye Mo's body. Ye Mo blows out with a fist, and a powerful air wave strikes. The air waves layer by layer bombard the huge palm of purple poisonous gas 。

”It's just a small skill!”

The palm of the purple poisonous gas was scattered by Ye Mo, and the masked man also sneered. With one hand, the scattered poison gas condensed into a huge ancient clock again. The ancient clock was like a roaring bell, and it was directly covered by Ye mo. the surface of the roaring clock had a circle of Python carved patterns, and the python kept spitting poison gas around.

”The boa constrictor rings the bell?” Xiao Yue sees this, also is facial expression slight change, way: ”merciless, do not start, he is my friend!”

When a group of people from the treasure chest saw this scene, they immediately surrounded them. However, no one tried to stop them. The boa constrictor roaring bell was definitely beyond the spirit level martial arts skills.

”Yueyue, just his skill, can't hurt me. I'd like to see what's so powerful about the boa constrictor's roaring clock!” Ye Mo looks at the boa constrictor's roaring bell. If he doesn't move the Ming king, his hands turn into sword fingers at the same time, and the broken empty fingers shoot at the boa constrictor's roaring bell in the air.

”Take out your weapon, you can't break my boa constrictor's roaring bell!”

Clang!

The boa constrictor roaring bell suddenly began to rotate. The boa constrictor on the surface of the roaring clock kept circling and began to vibrate. The Yuan Li finger sword shot by Ye Mo's broken empty finger could not play any role at all.

”Press on me!” The masked man waved his hands. In an instant, the volume of the boa constrictor roared again. The volume of the bell expanded again. It was several feet high, and it directly pressed Ye mo.

The boa constrictor roaring bell seems to have infinite attraction. As it rotates, it generally presses against Ye mo. the whole Baibao Pavilion resounds through the sound of the bell. It is the sound produced by the air concussion. The masked man's hand makes everyone surprised.

The boa constrictor roaring bell is still inspired by the poisonous gas skill. It can not only trap the opponent, but also make an offensive sound. In addition, it is a very powerful martial art, which is beyond the spirit level.

Ye Mo was directly sucked in by the roaring bell. The big bell clanged down, and the Baibao pavilion was shaken up. The purple boa constrictor's roaring bell suppressed Ye mo.

”Ye Mo, it turns out that you have this strength. My big bell is enough to trap you for several days and nights. When you come out, you will also suffer from the poison gas!” Masked man disdain said, a move roaring big bell, enough to suppress Ye mo.

But the masked man's words have not finished, boa constrictor roaring bell is sounded Ye Mo's voice.

”I'd better give it to you. I'll send it to you!”

Ye Mo gave a drink, and the snake roared, and the bell exploded. Ye Mo's hands were holding a spear, just like a black dragon breaking the bell and stabbing at the masked man.

The masked man obviously did not expect Ye Mo to be able to break his boa constrictor's roaring bell. For a moment, his hands were not collected, but he was stabbed by Ye mo. the masked man stepped back a few steps, but his hands were intact, as if they were iron walls.