Mo Qing laughed wildly, and his figure flashed. He grabbed Gu Xinyao outside the door and then closed the door.

He grabbed Gu Xinyao's neck with one hand, making her unable to breathe, and struggled constantly, looking at Han Chengfeng for help.

However, Han Chengfeng's body stood there motionless, with an incredible look in his eyes. Facing Mo Qingkuang, there was more than a trace of doubt.

"Um...save...save me..." Gu Xinyao saw that Han Chengfeng was actually in a state of consciousness at Mo Qingkuang, so he tried his best to make a sound, trying to survive.

However, what Gu Xinyao did not expect was that Han Chengfeng didn't even look at her, and his eyes were still staring at Mo Qingkui's direction, and the voice precipitated from his teeth: "Who are you?"

"Hahahaha!" Mo Qingkuang smiled happily and said calmly: "I am just an ordinary prince of the royal family. What? Do you think it is inappropriate?"

Facing Mo Qingkuang's jokes, Han Chengfeng had no intention of joking. His voice was filled with a hint of indifference and said in a deep voice: "Impossible, Mo Qingkuang cannot practice, but your level is above me!"

"Yeah, it's not bad, this perception is worthy of praise. Did you hear it? Gu Xinyao, do you regret it?" Mo Qingkuang said, his eyes falling on Gu Xinyao.

Mo Qingkuang did not take any action, otherwise Gu Xinyao would have no chance to survive now.

Facing Mo Qingkuang, who was like a nightmare in front of him, Gu Xinyao nodded repeatedly, tears flashed across the corners of his eyes, and the voice overflowed from his throat, with only three words: "Yes... no... start..."

"Okay, I accept it!" Mo Qingkuang's face opened a bright smile, which made Gu Xinyao feel a complex emotion that would survive the disaster.

However, just as Gu Xinyao's smile was not yet fully unfolded, a "click!" sound came from Gu Xinyao's neck.

He died in an instant, and before he could even take back the spread smile, Gu Xinyao's body fell to the ground like rags.

"Bang!" The dust splashed, his eyes wide open, and he could not die with his eyes closed.

"Pa!" clapped his hands, as if to kill Gu Xinyao, and it was a little dirty with Mo Qingkuang's hand, which made him feel nauseous.

"You guy is really clean and neat, it's a pity for my little beauty!" The figure of the venerable suddenly appeared beside Gu Xinyao, and he said with regret.

Seeing the venerable, Han Chengfeng's eyes became quieter. At this moment, he felt that Mo Qingkuang and the innate spiritual fetus in front of him were actually connected with breath.

In other words, Mo Qingkuai is the congenital spiritual fetus, and the congenital spiritual fetus is Mo Qingkuai. These two people are simply one.

Moreover, Mo Qingkuang can perfectly conceal his martial power level through the other party, because the spiritual power in their bodies is connected, and they can completely inject the spiritual power in their bodies into the other party's body. This is also the reason why Han Chengfeng did not beggar Mo Qingkuang just now.

In his eyes, Mo Qingkuang was just an ordinary person with no fluctuations in force. This time, Han Chengfeng really fell.

"Senior, let's just pretend that what happened today has never happened. I will tell Qiankun Sect that I was wrong. Please spare my life!" A real man can bend and stretch, but Han Chengfeng interprets it very well.

Anyway, Gu Xinyao is dead, and there are no outsiders here. Han Chengfeng just wants to save his life first.

If you have lost your life, what can you do with face?

To endure the calm and calm for a while, take a step back and the vast sky is wide. As the son of the head of the family, Han Chengfeng knows how to judge the situation very well.

However, Mo Qingkuang did not want to let him go. He stared at Han Chengfeng and said in a faint voice: "I know very well that if you cut the grass without eradicating the roots, the spring breeze will grow again!"

"Since that's the case, let's see the truth under your hands!" Seeing Mo Qingkuai's coldness, Han Chengfeng shouted angrily, his breath erupted, and he ran towards Mo Qingkuai with his hands turning into claws.

Mo Qingkuan smiled coldly on his face and watched Han Chengfeng running. The so-called speed was like slow motion in Mo Qingkuan's eyes.

Han Chengfeng easily flashed and a fierce blow, and his voice smiled and said, "So he is a earth-level spirit. Just work harder and see if he can touch the corner of my clothes!"

"Ah!" Han Chengfeng shouted angrily, as if he was angry with Mo Qingkui. His speed was really a little faster than before, but he still was not enough to face Mo Qingkui.

Between the pursuit, one is calm and the other is chasing slowly. When it is extremely tired, it seems that it is relying entirely on inertia to move.

Suddenly, Mo Qingkuang in front suddenly turned around and stopped. Han Chengfeng behind him kept rushing straight over, with a hint of joy on his face.

However, just as he was approaching Mo Qingkuai, Han Chengfeng's originally surprised gaze turned into fear. The sudden appearance of the power of heaven and earth in front of him condensed the long sword, making Han Chengfeng unable to dodge.

"Swish!" It was the sound of the sword entering his body. Han Chengfeng watched the energy sword turn into flying smoke, leaving a deadly hole in his body.

"It turned out to be...innate..."

"puff……"

Before he finished speaking, a mouthful of blood was spurted out, and Han Chengfeng's body fell down and there was no chance of survival.

Only innate strong people can transform the power of heaven and earth into external force to display it, or condense it into a long sword like Mo Qing, and its power can be increased with its own level.

"Hey!" Facing the two corpses, one in front and one behind, Mo Qingbing sighed, waved his hand, and turned the two corpses into ashes.

The Venerable sighed as Gu Xinyao disappeared, and Mo Qingkuang squinted speechlessly, then said, "Okay, there is still good in the future. What's the point of being sad about this woman!"

"You just don't know how to appreciate women's goodness. Even Han Chengfeng is not as good as that!" The venerable said with a look of regret.

Mo Qingkuang rolled his eyes before saying, "By the way, how did you get followed by this kid? What a congenital spiritual fetus!"

The Venerable looked at Mo Qingkuang with contempt and said, "I am not a congenital spiritual fetus. These mortals will go crazy when they see the strength of heaven and earth. It's my business!"

Mo Qingkuang looked speechless and sighed: "But this is not a solution now. Even a earth-level spiritist can feel your extraordinaryness. In the future, you will not be chased every day when you go out!"

"Damn!" The Venerable seemed to have just remembered this, and was stunned. He grabbed Chongtianji and thought about it. Then he waved to Mo Qingkui and asked him to sit down opposite him.

"What are you doing?" Mo Qingkuang looked puzzled, wondering what medicine was sold in the Venerable gourd?

On the other hand, the Venerable looked calm, holding Mo Qingkui's hand with both hands, facing each other with his palms, and a wisp of spiritual power entered Mo Qingkui's body from the link between the two.

"Protect the Qingming Festival of the Spirit Platform, I will help you split the Purple Palace!" The Venerable's voice sounded in Mo Qingkuang's sea of ​​consciousness, with a rare and serious look, which made Mo Qingkuang a little more serious.

Although he didn't know what the Venerable was doing, he could not harm himself if he and Venerable were both alive.
Chapter completed!