"Tell me this is the spirit of heaven and earth!"

Hu Mao glared at Hou Ying directly, with a crazy look on his face.

"Senior! I ......"

Hu Mao's crazy appearance made Hou Ying a little scared and didn't know how to respond.

"It doesn't matter if it's or not, since it looks exactly the same as my Ziyu, it should be possible to carry Ziyu's soul!"

Hu Mao suddenly calmed down, figured out the key to the problem, and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, and hope was rekindled in his heart. After all, the body in front of him is like a living person, and the exposed skin is also blown, and it should not be bad to use it as a carrier for his wife's soul.

"Don't!"

Hou Yingying saw Hu Mao's hand stretching out to the body again, and said something to stop it.

"Little girl, you'd better leave!

Hu Mao didn't pay attention to it at all, and still went his own way.

"If you want to take it, get past me first!"

Although Hou Ying knew that she was invincible, when she thought of the words of the elders in the family, she still took a hard shot, because the consequences were really unimaginable, and her guilt was great.

"Anyone who prevents me from resurrecting Ziyu will die! Little girl, don't make a mistake and lose your life in vain!"

Hu Mao's voice had a hint of murderous aura, quite a posture of God blocking and killing God, and Buddha blocking *, perhaps with good intentions, and once again dissuaded Hou Ying with good words.

"Then offend, senior!"

For some reason, Hou Ying suddenly wasn't so scared, but took the initiative to attack Hu Mao.

"I really don't know what to say! Since you want to die, I will fulfill you!"

Hu Mao saw that Hou Ying didn't know how to lift up, and he was no longer polite, and his words were murderous.

"Bang!"

Hou Ying's hand didn't know when there was a metal long stick, like gold but not gold, like silver instead of silver, like iron not iron, and the three-inch short sword in Hu Mao's hand was in contact, and a cold light appeared for a while.

"Little girl, you better leave! I don't want to kill innocents indiscriminately, and only add to the evil!"

Hu Mao easily blocked Hou Ying's attack and spoke out again to dissuade him. After all, he has no grudges with the little girl in front of him, although he said that there is no forgiveness for killing, but he is still a little unbearable.

"Humph!"

Hou Ying snorted lightly, although she knew that what Hu Mao said was the truth, she still didn't want to give up like this, and she always felt a feeling of being looked down upon, and suddenly there was a trace of resentment in her heart, and the metal long stick in her hand swung at Hu Mao again.

"I'm really obsessed!"

Hu Mao's eyes suddenly became sharp, it seemed that he was really angered by Hou Ying's behavior, and he couldn't help but run his cultivation, and the three-inch short sword in his hand also became a little hideous, it seemed that he was going to move seriously.

Sure enough, with a blow, Hou Ying was shocked back several steps by Hu Mao's powerful attack, just against the coffin behind him. For a while, Hou Ying felt the huge gap between the two, thinking that they were separated by a river, who knew that it was a sea. She felt bitter in her heart, but she still didn't flinch, and the metal long stick in her hand actually emitted a dazzling light under the blessing of her own cultivation.

"Shake the ground!"

Hou Ying's body jumped slightly, the metal long stick was raised in the air, and then she screamed violently, slashing towards Hu Mao, accompanied by the sound of breaking the sky, seeing that this posture has always been her strongest blow.

"Carving insect skills!"

Hu Mao sneered disdainfully, and swung his three-inch short sword with one hand to fend off the attack from Hou Ying.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, the metal long stick and the three-inch short sword collided again, and the ground suddenly stirred up a layer of qi, if it weren't for the overgrown weeds, it would definitely stir up a layer of dust.

"Little girl, you don't have a lot of strength!"

Hu Mao was a little surprised, he thought that Hou Ying's strength was vulnerable, but he didn't expect that this blow almost hurt himself, so powerful, so that his feet left a pair of shallow marks on the ground. At this moment, there was no longer a trace of warmth in the eyes of Hou Ying, and the pure killing intent did not contain a trace of impurities.

"Humph!"

On the other hand, Hou Ying stood aside, bowed slightly, supported her body with a metal long stick, and her face was a little pale. It seems that the stick just now consumed almost all her strength, and it can be regarded as a forced use of this earth-shaking stick.

"That's it!"

Hu Mao didn't want to delay any longer, waved the three-inch short sword in his hand, and rushed towards Hou Ying, wanting to end the game time with the little girl in front of him with one blow.

"I'm dying!"

Hou Ying looked at the oncoming three-inch short sword, and wanted to lift the metal long stick in his hand to defend, but he didn't have any strength, and couldn't help but close his eyes, waiting for death to come.

"Did you ask me if you wanted to kill someone?"

After a while, Hou Ying didn't wait for the cold three-inch short sword, but waited for a familiar voice to come into his ears.

"Bang!"

Then the sound of metal clashing sounded again, and it seemed that Hu Mao's fatal blow had been blocked.

Hou Ying couldn't help but open her eyes, and what caught her eyes was a chubby but so broad back, so familiar, which made her feel a little moved.

"What a stupid girl!"

The person in front of him suddenly turned his head, still in a familiar voice, but with a hint of under-flattening, Hou Ying looked at the familiar face in front of him, a little surprised, and the original moved mood suddenly disappeared. I really didn't expect it to be Guo Qingke, the big liar in her mouth, which really surprised her. The most important thing is that Guo Qingke actually said that she was a stupid girl, which was really unbearable, although this was his life-saving benefactor.

"You're stupid!"

Hou Ying immediately fought back, although he didn't leave with a stick, but his scolding strength was not consumed at all.

"Silly girl!"

Guo Qingke spit out two words in his mouth again.

"You're stupid!"

Hou Ying fired back again.

The two of them were arguing there, and the atmosphere suddenly became a little wrong, with a feeling of flirting and scolding, the scene was very embarrassing, and it caused crit-like psychological damage to Hu Mao, who was alone at the moment.

"When I didn't exist!"

Hu Mao was ignited by the behavior of the pair of boys and girls in front of him, and he really didn't take him seriously.

"Shut up!"

Guo Qingke and Hou Ying responded to Hu Mao in unison, full of tacit understanding.

"Then you go underground and be a pair of bitter mandarin ducks!"

Hu Mao's eyes were full of murder, and he didn't want to waste any more time, so he held a three-inch short sword and attacked Guo Qingke and the two in front of him again.

"Let's go!"

Hou Ying felt the infinite killing intent in Hu Mao's eyes and asked Guo Qingke to leave, although she was still arguing just now, but at this moment she didn't want Guo Qingke to die here in vain. Although Guo Qingke blocked Hu Mao's blow just now, Hu Mao is a master of the Yuan Infant Stage after all, no matter how powerful Guo Qingke is, he is not much more powerful at this age, so he takes it for granted that Guo Qingke will only die in vain if he stays.

"What a stupid girl!"

Guo Qingke understood what Hou Ying meant, but unfortunately Hou Ying didn't understand Guo Qingke's strength, shook his head, and then turned around and looked at Hu Mao very calmly, without a trace of fluctuation on his face, only the slightly raised corners of his mouth revealed a trace of his true mood.