Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!

Chapter 93: Chapter 93: The Etiquette of Benevolence, Who is Yi Chengzi, Really Unfamiliar.

Almost instantly, Hei Sanlang stopped fanning himself, and with a burst of black corpse energy, he blasted his feather fan into a sky full of flying feathers.Furiously, he then tore off the blue scarf from his head and threw it viciously to the ground.

At this moment, even the moon seemed green in his eyes.

A roar of rage exploded between heaven and earth!

"Taoist, what kind of Dao are you cultivating, damn it!"

"I'm going to kill you!"

Hei Sanlang's body vibrated with corpse energy, turning into a black arc of light as he attacked Yi Chen, trailing a thick black flame tail, his momentum terrifying.

If he didn't avenge this, what face would he, Mingyan Corpse Hei Sanlang, have to stand in Yin Mountain Prefecture?

In the blink of an eye, fists and palms clashed.

Mingyan Corpse Hei Sanlang was sent flying dozens of meters back by Yi Chen's punch, sparking a trail of fire.

"Good! Good! Good!"

"Indeed a master, no wonder you dare to act so recklessly and audaciously," Hei Sanlang said, chuckling in rage after three exclamations of "good."

This man did have some skills, no wonder he had the gall to uncover his wife's dress in front of everyone. But it was unknown when such a disgraceful master had emerged from the sect, so shamelessly brazen.

"Sir, hear me out, this is all a misunderstanding," Yi Chen still wanted to struggle to explain.

Even if it was a fight to the death, Taoist Yichengzi, though not a good person, would not stoop so low as to do something like this.

That corpse of Hu Er Niang looked so shriveled after one glance.

It's not worth it, at least it shouldn't be…

"Misunderstanding my ass, what is that at your waist? You think I'm blind?"

"Er Niang, come quickly to aid me, together we will kill this Taoist," Hei Sanlang let out a ferocious roar, flying towards the Yin Moon Blood Corpse.

Locking gazes, the two corpses understood each other's intentions through a communion of thoughts; today, if they didn't kill this Taoist, they couldn't 'rest in peace.'

How could they continue to exist in Yin Mountain Prefecture otherwise?

Today, even if it meant paying a price, they would bring the head of this tall Daoist back with them.

Only fresh blood could wash away today's humiliation.

With their determination firm, the black corpse energy from their bodies and the blood-red corpse energy began to violently mingle, and their corpses slowly fused together.

This was a secret technique they had spent half their lives re

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