Seeing Yang Zhen approaching step by step, the dead shadow had a ferocious expression on his face, but suddenly he burst into laughter, staring at Yang Zhen and said, "If you want to make a dead shadow surrender, you probably don't know what Moromomon is!"

Gong Sanhe's face changed when he heard this. He stared at Death Shadow and said, "Death Shadow, there may really be some misunderstanding. You wouldn't do such a ruthless thing, would you?"

Death Shadow laughed loudly, stretched out his hands beside him, and said arrogantly: "Misunderstanding? Death Shadow doesn't need any misunderstandings, and Morro Gate doesn't need any misunderstandings either. Since he has a magic talisman on him, that's the existence that I, Death Shadow, must kill. You... don't understand Morro Gate, let alone Morro Palace!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a raging black flame suddenly burned on the dead shadow's body, as if countless black insects burst out from his body, covering the sky and the earth in the blink of an eye.

Gong Sanhe's face suddenly changed, and he shouted, "Retreat quickly, my friend, retreat quickly!"

Ding Chun and Wen Yuning retreated with horror, looking at the changes happening to the dead shadow with doubtful expressions.

Yang Zhen was also shocked. He didn't expect that so many small insects could burst out from the dead shadow. Could it be that the next moment, this bastard would plant some magic talisman on him? Damn it, this won't work! The magic talisman on Yang Zhen's body has not been removed yet. If this dead shadow plants another one, won't the Moruo Sect use all its strength to hunt down Yang Zhen?

It’s not that Yang Zhen was afraid that the entire Moromo clan would come to hunt him down. The truth is that even if Yang Zhen killed all the Moromo clan members, he wouldn’t gain any experience at all.

Yang Zhen really didn't want to do this kind of useless work, not at all.

Seeing swarms of small bugs bursting out of Death Shadow's body and covering the sky, the Deadpools who were still lying on the ground all showed horror in their eyes, obviously knowing that Death Shadow was about to use his ultimate move.

Anyone who has played the game knows that once the opponent uses a big move, there are only two results: either run away or also use a big move. Who lives and who dies depends on who has the sharper operation in the next moment.

So, Yang Zhen disappeared! The whole person burst out in the air with unparalleled speed, like a black lightning, with a series of phantoms, rushing into the sky full of small insects.

"My friend, you can't do that!"

Seeing Yang Zhen actually rushing in like this, Gong Sanhe's face turned pale with fright. He looked at Yang Zhen in disbelief as he dived into the pile of insects.

Ding Chun's eyes widened as he looked at Yang Zhen in disbelief. He swallowed and muttered to himself, "Awesome!"

The dead shadow laughed loudly, obviously knowing that Yang Zhen was rushing in, but the next moment, the laughter stopped abruptly.

Buzz! A roar was heard, and the entire insect nest suddenly boiled over. Waves of heat surged out, and countless small insects flew around in all directions. Those that didn't have time to fly away were all burned to death.

Yang Zhen was like a fire god. He turned into a meteorite burning with fierce flames in mid-air and rushed towards the death shadow.

Along the way, waves of fire were surging, and the terrifying golden lotus sky fire erupted, sweeping across the sky and earth, burning all the small insects along the way into ashes.

Seeing Yang Zhen flying towards him recklessly, the dead shadow's face turned black, he let out a strange cry, turned around and ran away!

He had to run, because his ultimate move was obviously no match for Yang Zhen's.

Although not all insects are afraid of fire, the insects on the Death Shadow are obviously not among these special insects.

Seeing that the death shadow turned around and ran away, Gong Sanhe looked at Yang Zhen who was chasing after the death shadow with a strange expression, looking confused.

"Is this... Death Shadow really a strong man at the peak of the Mahayana stage?"

"Not like it!" Ding Chun said with a stunned look on his face, shaking his head.

How could a battle between two peak Mahayana masters turn out to be so funny? Almost every move of Death Shadow was suppressed by Yang Zhen. The Yin and Yang Qi could not beat Yang Zhen, and his speed could not keep up with Yang Zhen. His strength was not as great as Yang Zhen's. He finally created a blanket of insects that looked creepy. The next moment, Yang Zhen created a sky-high wave of fire, which did not look like an ordinary fire element.

This... this fight can't be won.

The dead shadow stared at Yang Zhen with a look of grief and anger, his figure continuing to descend.

Yang Zhen followed closely behind, with a strange and terrifying yin-yang figure in his left hand and a terrifying accompanying sky fire in his right hand. He looked at the dead shadow seriously and asked, "Are you convinced now?"

Conquer people with virtue!

Wen Yuning burst out laughing. She didn't know why, but she couldn't help herself when she saw Yang Zhen attacking left and right and threatening Siying seriously.

This guy... this guy is so bad that even Siying wants to cry. How can one win people over with virtue like this?

Ding Chun couldn't help but twitching the corners of his mouth. He didn't want to laugh, but looking at the serious look on Yang Zhen's face, he felt a little confused and even had the urge to curse.

Where in the world are there such mean people? But everything that happened before his eyes was so real that Ding Chun couldn't help but believe it.

This bastard in front of me, is he a devil? The madman of Mormon encountered such a devil. I really don’t know if he ate garlic when he went out.

"snort!"

The dead shadow turned his head away with a proud look on his face. Although he was still falling, he looked like he would rather die than surrender.

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"I move my left hand and right hand in slow motion..."

Yang Zhen muttered to himself, humming some little tune, and slowly threw down both martial arts with his left and right hands. Even when Yang Zhen sang this little tune, he made people want to strangle him to death.

The dead shadow's face was filled with horror as he watched helplessly as a yin-yang figure and an accompanying heavenly fire slowly fell towards his face. One can imagine the despair in his eyes.

"Stop it, you...you devil!"

Boom! The Yin-Yang figure fell on the face of the dead shadow, causing it to scream. Fortunately, the accompanying sky fire was pulled back by Yang Zhen in time.

The screaming dead shadow heard Yang Zhen's words: "Oh, sorry, you spoke too slowly, I didn't have time to take back the Yin-Yang figure, next time you speak faster, so that I can prepare in advance and take it back."

And... there will be a next time? The terrifying Yin and Yang energy fell on his face, and he felt a heart-wrenching pain. The dead shadow suddenly realized that it was so uncomfortable to have the Yin and Yang energy fall on his body, so... unbearable.

"Don't worry, brother. I, the Saint of Sorrow, have said that I will win people over with virtue, and I will win people over with virtue. I will never use violence against you..."

Yang Zhen's words came again. The dead shadow barely opened his eyes, but could not see Yang Zhen's appearance clearly. He only saw that there seemed to be a dazzling light flashing around Yang Zhen's head, like the warm sunlight of the sun, combined with Yang Zhen's serious look, he looked very kind.

If...if he didn't continue to condense the Yin-Yang pattern in his hand.

Damn it!

Now Siying just wants to curse, he doesn’t want to say or do anything else.

"Are you convinced now?"

Yang Zhen's words came again.

The corners of the dead shadow's mouth twitched uncontrollably. "To win people over with virtue, you're so stupid!" (End of this chapter)