At this time, Ye Mo's soul was frozen by the cold wind and could not move.

The stinky hand reached Ye Mo's forehead in the blink of an eye.

"Brother Ye Mo!"

Xiaorou exclaimed, waved her palm, and a white horseman shot out from her sleeve, tied Ye Mo and pulled him to her side.

puff!

The stinky hand held it hard, and black smoke filled it, but it caught the empty space.

Ye Mo's eyes rolled and he finally came to his senses.

"horrible!"

He looked at the Tianyuan Palace solemnly, and there was an existence inside that made him notice the danger.

If it weren't for Xiao Rou, he would have died just now.

The black fog was still rolling in the palace, and Ye Mo's spiritual consciousness had been reduced to two meters in radius, and it was impossible to detect the situation inside.

"The cold wind... seems to have the terrifying power of the frozen spiritual consciousness, the soul and body. If it is frozen and caught, it will die in an instant."

Ye Mo took two steps back.

Huhu...

Suddenly, a wind sounded in his ear.

"Here you come!"

Ye Mo grabbed Xiaorou and stepped on her feet and then flew back.

The cold wind suddenly fell on the bad guy.

The bad luck ghost's white skin trembled suddenly, and then he stopped moving.

However, the things in the black fog seemed to have no interest in the bad guys and did not have a foul hand.

"That stinky hand is filled with yin energy. It should be a condensation after death. The bad luck ghost is also evil and hidden in the underworld, so... it regards the bad luck ghost as a kind of person? So why don't you attack it?"

Ye Mo retreated, analyzed quickly, and finally made a decision:

"Xiao Rou, go to the steps of the palace."

"Okay, Brother Ye Mo."

Xiaorou had no doubts and agreed directly and floated to the white marble steps.

Huhu...

Another cold wind blew, falling on Xiaorou.

Ye Mo stared at Xiaorou.

She was trembling all over and was frozen by the cold wind, but she was as safe as the bad guy and was not injured.

"It seems that my guess is true."

"Come back, Xiaorou."

Ye Mo shouted loudly, and his spiritual power was infused into it, like a loud bell echoing in his ears, making Xiaorou come to his senses instantly.

"Xiao Rou, look forward to me. If I am affected by the cold wind, wake me up immediately!"

"Yes, Brother Ye Mo!"

Ye Mo reached out and took out the century-old agarwood from his pocket.

puff!

A wisp of flame fell on the agarwood and burned, and the blue smoke rose.

Ye Mo sniffed Qingyan's nose suddenly, and the green smoke came into his soul. His spiritual consciousness was clear and his whole spirit was improved ten times.

In addition to improving the speed of cultivation, the green smoke of this century-old agarwood can also increase the speed of cultivation, which is to strengthen the spirit.

Just after doing all this, a cold wind blew towards Ye Mo.

Huhu...

Ye Mo just shook his mind and instantly recovered his mind, and the agarwood green smoke produced an effect.

Ye Mo raised his hand and began to pinch his hands, huh huh huh!

In a few seconds, four huge fireballs more than two meters high floated in front of him, shaking up and down, and the heat waves rolled.

The fireball technique in the late stage of foundation building has even more terrifying power.

The flames reddened his face.

The bad guy was so scared that he hid in the corner and shivered.

Flame is the most yang thing and is extremely restrained against evil ghosts.

"go!"

Ye Mo pointed at a distance.

Whoosh swish swish swish swish!
Chapter completed!