Ye Zhuang is a master in the middle stage of the Martial Xuan Netherworld, and his strength is much stronger than Ye Hua.

Yang Mo didn't dare to slack off, he directly pulled out the Hongmeng Sword and slashed it with all his strength.

"Damn junior, how dare you be so presumptuous!" Ye Zhuang shouted angrily, and immediately hit the aura, turning into a wall of aura, blocking in front of him.

"Break it for me!"

Yang Mo faced the obstruction of the aura wall, did not flinch, and directly slashed away with his sword.

Boom!

Hearing only a deafening loud noise, the Hongmeng Sword slashed away, smashing Ye Zhuang's aura wall to pieces.

Ye Zhuang was also shocked by the powerful force and took two steps back.

Although he was not injured, these two steps back were enough to make Ye Zhuang, who was the head of the Ye family, lose face.

And Ye Hua's mourning hall was also shaken to pieces.

"Very good, you have successfully provoked me, now prepare to accept the wrath of a master of the Martial Xuan Netherworld!"

Ye Zhuang's eyes were red, exuding a bloodthirsty murderous aura.

He didn't have reservations, and directly resorted to the Ye family's peerless mastery - Chiba Hand.

"Give me a crush on him!"

In an instant, countless majestic spiritual qi gathered in the sky above Yang Mo's head, forming a huge palm.

"Not good!"

Yang Mo had a premonition of the power of this move, and hurriedly used the Wind Shadow Trick and retreated.

However, this huge palm, as if it had eyes, always stopped in the sky above Yang Mo, no matter how Yang Mo dodged, it was to no avail.

"It's useless, my Chiba hand has locked on you, no matter how you dodge, you can't escape. Boom!"

Ye Zhuang let out a strange smile from his mouth, and shouted at Yang Mo: "The game is over, I will use your blood to wash away my shame!"

After that, the huge palm on the top of Yang Mo's head was pressed down from above in an instant.

Yang Mo only felt a huge pressure coming.

If he hadn't cultivated the golden jade bone and fire spirit vein, he would have been divided by the five horses long ago before his palm fell.

"Yang boy, hurry!"

With a shout from Lingju, Yang Mo's entire body was covered by that huge palm.

Boom!

With a loud bang, a huge pit formed on the ground outside the mourning hall.

"Is this the power of our Ye family's Chiba hand?"

"It's too strong!"

"This kid is dead, it's definitely over now!"

Everyone in the Ye family looked at the huge pit formed, and expected that Yang Mo was dead, so they couldn't help but kneel down to Ye Zhuang and shouted loudly: "The head of the family is mighty, the Ye family is mighty!

"Haha!"

Ye Zhuang couldn't help but raise his head and laugh after killing Yang Mo.

Although Yang Mo's appearance caused him a lot of trouble, so what?

In the end, wasn't he suppressed?

In the face of the gap in the realm of cultivation, no matter how high your talent is and how powerful your exercises are, you are just an ant after all.

"Boy, I hope you won't be so self-conscious in the next life, some people ......"

However, just as Ye Zhuang was speaking, a voice suddenly came from the dust behind the big pit.

"Do you think that with this little skill, you can kill the Emperor? That would be too much to underestimate the Emperor!"

I saw that Yang Mo was carrying the Hongmeng Sword and slowly walked from the dust.

"You...... You're not dead?" Ye Zhuang's eyes were about to burst.

Because, he discovered an unbelievable fact.

Yang Mo not only did not die, but he was not even injured.

Except for a trace of dust on his clothes, Yang Mo was almost intact.

"This ...... How is this possible?"

"Oh my God, why is this kid so strong, he actually caught this trick of the head of the family. ”

"It's crazy!"

Ye Zhuang stared at Yang Mo deadly: "You have obviously ...... just now"

"That's just a puppet of mine!"

Yang Mo smiled faintly, extreme disdain and contempt appeared on his face.

Just now, the moment Ye Zhuang's Chiba hand was covered, Yang Mo summoned the puppet that Yin Wuxian had refined for him, blocking Ye Zhuang's Chiba Hand for Yang Mo.

Although Yang Mo is now unscathed, the loss of a puppet still makes Yang Mo feel extremely heartbroken.

Yang Mo cast a cold gaze on Ye Zhuang and said coldly: "Old dog, you have made the Emperor lose a puppet, and you must compensate the Emperor for his loss. ”

Yang Mo's cold gaze was like a sharp sword, startling Ye Zhuang to retreat again and again.

"You...... What do you want to do?" Ye Zhuang's eyes were involuntarily filled with fear.

Yang Mo pointed his finger at Ye Zhuang: "Train you to be the puppet of the emperor!"

What the!

As soon as these words came out, not only Ye Zhuang was stunned, but even the rest of the Ye family was stunned.

In any case, Ye Zhuang was a master in the middle stage of the Martial Xuan Netherworld, how could he be willing to be someone else's puppet.

"Ahh ”

Ye Zhuang was so angry that he took out his blood ring knife and slashed towards Yang Mo.

"Be careful!"

In any case, Ye Zhuang was still a master in the middle stage of the Martial Xuan Netherworld.

With this slash, the air around him froze.

Those Ye family juniors who were close to Ye Zhuang were immediately bounced out by his powerful aura, and even if they didn't die, they were seriously injured.

"Although the move is good, it has a form, so be it!"

Yang Mo said, raised the Hongmeng sword, aimed at Ye Zhuang's blood ring knife, and slashed it hard.

Boom!

I heard a loud bang, and it came again.

Ye Zhuang's eyes looked at the broken blade in his hand, and his face was full of incredulity.

Yang Mo's Hongmeng Sword actually broke his blood ring knife with a single sword.

You must know that the Blood Ring Knife is a high-grade spiritual weapon.

It shouldn't be so crispy!

It's just that the facts are right in front of you, so Ye Zhuang has to believe it.

Yang Mo saw the opportunity, without a trace of hesitation, and immediately reached out and grabbed Ye Zhuang's three souls and six spirits, leaving only a shell, standing there in a daze.

"You...... What are you going to do?" Ye Zhuang's three souls and six spirits struggled frantically, trying to escape from Yang Mo's palm, but Yang Mo's five fingers were like a net of heaven and earth, and they didn't give Ye Zhuang any chance at all.

"As I said, I'm going to refine you into a puppet. Yang Mo said coldly.

"No, no, don't! Xiaoyou, no, senior, I was wrong, I was really wrong, please let me go, give me another chance. Ye Zhuang shouted frantically, begging Yang Mo for mercy.

"You, you're really verbose!"

Yang Mo was impatient when he heard this, and directly summoned a trace of leyline fire from his body, burning Ye Zhuang's three souls and six spirits.

"Ahh

A miserable scream.

In this world, there is no such person as Yezhuang from now on.

Then, Yang Mo handed over Ye Zhuang's body to Yin Wuxian and asked him to refine the puppet for himself.

At the same time, Yang Mo swallowed the essence of refining Ye Zhuang's three souls and seven spirits.

Yang Mo not only quickly absorbed Ye Zhuang's aura, but also obtained an important piece of information from it.

"Ghost cold fire?