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## Chapter 2659: The Real Battle Begins Now!

Zhao Dongsheng's angry palm was overwhelming, and his playful demeanor vanished, replaced by murderous intent. 

"The second level of Dao Zun is indeed much stronger than the first level," Lin Moyu thought. He knew he could block this palm with the Undead Army, but the casualties would be significant. There was no need to bear this palm.

The void twisted, and the temperature dropped sharply as if the world was about to freeze. Even the palm that Zhao Dongsheng struck was covered with a thin layer of ice. An iceberg appeared behind Lin Moyu, and the mountain blade firmly blocked Zhao Dongsheng's palm.

The ancestor of the Yin family appeared beside Lin Moyu, staring coldly at Zhao Dongsheng. The ancestor, a powerful figure in the third level of Dao Zun, had been killed by Lei Yiming, and his body had fallen into Lin Moyu's hands. When formulating a plan to deal with Zhao Dongsheng, Lin Moyu had turned him into a resurrected being.

Zhao Dongsheng's eyes suddenly changed. "There is actually a Dao Zun!"

It was one thing for Huang Xing and Po Jun to be working for Lin Moyu, but he hadn't expected there to be a Dao Zun level 3 strongman.

Lin Moyu smiled slightly. "It's not that easy to kill me."

Zhao Dongsheng hadn't anticipated that Lin Moyu had so many tricks up his sleeve. His eyes grew cold, and his aura gradually rose. In a blink of an eye, he had reached the Dao Zun level 3, even stronger than the Yin family's ancestor.

Lin Moyu felt the changes in Zhao Dongsheng and knew that he was already sublimating himself, but he had not yet reached the level of extreme sublimation. To sublimate power, a lifespan was required as a price. When the extreme sublimation broke out, Zhao Dongsheng couldn't hold on for long. In this state, he could hold on for a longer time.

Zhao Dongsheng wanted to kill Lin Moyu to gain his luck and suppress his own lifespan. He wanted to kill Lin Moyu at the lowest possible cost. But he didn't know that Lin Moyu also wanted to kill him. Lin Moyu calculated Zhao Dongsheng's moves, guiding him to increase his strength little by little and consume his lifespan. By consuming a part first, after he sublimated to the extreme, the time he could maintain would be greatly reduced.

The ancestor of the Yin family flew away from Lin Moyu, and the avenue evolved, turning into a glacier slamming towards Zhao Dongsheng. Zhao Dongsheng's body was quickly covered with a layer of ice, as if he was about to be frozen.

"Fire!" Zhao Dongsheng roared. The avenue of all spirits shook, and a large bird bathed in fire flew out and merged into Zhao Dongsheng's body. In an instant, Zhao Dongsheng turned into a fireman, and the ice melted quickly.

"Flames burn the sky!"

Accompanied by a low shout, Zhao Dongsheng turned into a firebird and soared into the sky, hitting the glacier heavily. With a loud bang, a huge hole was knocked out of the glacier, and the ancestor of the Yin family flew back. Zhao Dongsheng crashed through the glacier and reached the sky. Under the shining of the sun's origin, he was majestic, like a god.

Suddenly, a spear shadow fell from the sky. Po Jun returned with Po Jun's spear in hand, stabbing out with all his strength. At the same time as the spear was fired, a drop of ancestral water exploded on Po Jun's body, and Po Jun's aura increased sharply, breaking through the limit of the first realm and reaching the second realm.

"Go to hell!"

Zhao Dongsheng's whole body was ablaze, and the world suddenly became a sea of fire. Po Jun was swallowed by the flames. With his cultivation of the first realm of Dao Zun, he could not stop the flames at all, and his body quickly collapsed. But he was fearless of life and death, and the spear was still as powerful as ever, blasting a road in the sea of fire like a broken bamboo.

Zhao Dongsheng was shocked by Po Jun's momentum. "His cultivation is not very good, but he is not afraid of death!"

He waved his hand, the firebird flapped its wings, and the sea of fire rose. The fire dragon swept towards Po Jun. Po Jun roared, threw the spear fiercely, and collided with the fire dragon. The fire dragon exploded, and Po Jun's spear was blown away in the flames. Po Jun broke through the flames and crashed into Zhao Dongsheng at an astonishing speed. At this moment, he turned into a spear and almost merged with the avenue.

Zhao Dongsheng's face suddenly changed, and he suddenly thought of the scene of Huang Xing's self-explosion when he died. He instinctively wanted to retreat, but it was too late.

Boom!

Po Jun died, self-exploded! The power of the self-explosion was much stronger than that of Huang Xing. With the effect of ancestral water, the power of the self-explosion was further amplified, equivalent to the self-explosion of a cultivator in the Dao Zun Earth Realm. Zhao Dongsheng screamed, and the whole person was blown away, and the flames were almost extinguished. A glacier pressed down on Zhao Dongsheng's head, without giving him any chance to react, and hit him hard. There was another scream, and Zhao Dongsheng fell to the ground with a bang, leaving a huge pit in his wake.

The pit was hundreds of meters deep, and water flowed out from the bottom of the pit. Zhao Dongsheng was extremely embarrassed at this moment, with wounds all over his body and his clothes tattered. Lin Moyu stared at Zhao Dongsheng and found that Zhao Dongsheng's wounds had not recovered. Even the wounds caused by Huang Xing still existed now. It's just that not much blood flowed out, only some tiny blood lines.

"Is this the price of self-sealing?"

"Life force is exhausted, even the wounds on the body cannot be healed."

"He didn't take the elixir, is it because the elixir doesn't work?"

"And he didn't use the protective magic weapon, is it because he doesn't need the protective magic weapon because his realm is high, or because he can't seal the magic weapon when he seals himself."

Lin Moyu's mind was full of speculations. From the beginning of the battle to now, in just a few minutes, all the scenes flashed in his mind, and Lin Moyu got a lot of information.

The ancestor of the Yin family did not stop, and the glacier fell like a meteor again. Boom! The earth shook, and countless cracks appeared, circling hundreds of kilometers. After the glacier hit once, it suddenly stopped there and did not move. A huge breath rose from the pit, and in the center of the pit, Zhao Dongsheng transformed into a giant hand and held the glacier firmly. Zhao Dongsheng's breath was boiling, and countless creatures evolved and changed around him.

"Dao True Body!"

Zhao Dongsheng finally used the Dao True Body, and his realm had been raised to the fifth realm of Dao Zun, only one realm away from his former peak. The extreme sublimation was at least 70%, and Lin Moyu could clearly sense that Zhao Dongsheng's vitality was rapidly draining away. This feeling is very strange, and it cannot be sensed under normal circumstances. At Zhao Dongsheng's current speed of life loss, Zhao Dongsheng will really die in an hour at most.

In this case, Zhao Dongsheng will not waste a minute or a second and will definitely kill himself with all his strength.

Lin Moyu's eyes were filled with fighting intent. "The real battle begins now!"

Zhao Dongsheng's killing intent rose, and he punched out, shattering the glacier with a loud bang. The avenue collapsed, and the ancestor of the Yin family was blown away by the majestic force, almost dying on the spot. Zhao Dongsheng ignored the ancestor of the Yin family and looked at Lin Moyu. "Go to hell!"

He turned into a tiger and rushed towards Lin Moyu. The true body of the avenue of Wanling Avenue is also unpredictable and can have countless appearances. He was so fast that Lin Moyu couldn't compare at all.

A treasured robe appeared on Lin Moyu's body, and the treasure was shining. The imitation of the Heavenly Dao Cloth was fully activated and could block the attack of the fourth realm of Dao Zun for ten minutes. Zhao Dongsheng slammed into Lin Moyu with a majestic force, and the Heavenly Dao Cloth made a sound like breaking glass. This blow had exceeded the limit of the Heavenly Dao Cloth, and it was almost broken with just one blow. As long as there was another blow, the Heavenly Dao Cloth would inevitably collapse.

Lin Moyu was blown away, but he was not panicked at all. He took out a Dao Immortal Pill and threw it into his mouth, and at the same time, a majestic aura rose from his body.

"Origin of the Art: Concentrate!"