How did a bastard like him become an immortal?

The Earthly Venerable Dog frowned, a terrifying glint flashing in his eyes.

"Go down and see who dares to cause trouble in this Tower of the Dead!"

Wu Ma Di Zun had a fierce expression. He was three zhang tall, with a human body and a horse's face. His exposed muscles were incredibly bulging, and the aura of the dead surrounding him was strong and solid. His four arms were covered with runes, and his killing intent soared to the sky, making him look like a chaotic god or demon.

"Damn it, whatever it is, if it dares to cause trouble in this Tower of the Dead, I'll make sure it never leaves!"

He sat listlessly atop the Necropolis, watching the dog-like creature activate it to maintain the dilapidated structure, which only fueled his utter disgust and irritation.

I'm nothing special, just sitting here, utterly bored.

Now that a few troublemakers have finally arrived, I can finally have some fun.

Dog Earthly Venerable calmed his mind, sat cross-legged, and began to concentrate his divine sense to comprehend the wordless inscription in front of him, while instructing Horse Earthly Venerable.

"Well, you go to the eighth floor and control the soul clones on those floors to fight together. I still need to maintain the Asura Demon Jar and can't leave. Since these people dare to come and challenge this Death Tower, they must have extraordinary abilities. Be careful and don't act rashly!"

"I know, enough with the rambling. Do I need you to tell me how to fight?"

Wu Ma Di Zun snorted coldly, his four hooves pounded, and his fighting spirit soared into the sky. He transformed into a huge phantom and rushed towards the eighth floor.

The eighth floor is the central hub of the Necropolis, from which one can control the entire Necropolis and operate the whole Necropolis. The top floor is where the necropolis energy is the most concentrated, used to nurture the Asura Demon Jar.

Wu Ma Di Zun walked to the central platform where the Necromancer's Orb was condensing, and looked up to see the Necromancer's Orb shimmering.

The scene clearly depicted three people and one ox.

"What a bunch of useless trash! They even failed to catch this bunch of brats. What's the point of keeping a bunch of garbage like you around!"

Wu Ma Di Zun looked at the figures of the three people and the ox, and couldn't help but curse loudly, his face throbbing with anger.

Aren't these the same people that those two good-for-nothings were chasing before?

They couldn't even eliminate a single one, and these three people and one ox even managed to break into the Tower of the Dead!

He focused his divine sense into the Death Spirit Orb and already sensed the fall of the lower four levels!

"Trash is trash, and I have to take action against you! Now let's see how you still have the face to stay in the Yangshen Palace!"

Wu Ma Di Zun roared angrily, "These colleagues of yours are more trouble than they're worth; they're trash."

……

"Deok-sun! Wake up!"

"Ah! Cough cough cough, I'm fine, I'm okay, no need for CPR..."

"I told you this trick would work."

"Actually, it was the cow's hoof that stepped on my ribs."

Deok-sun slowly woke up, leaning weakly against the pillar. Her abdomen was noticeably sunken, and the golden light around her had dimmed.

That crimson stain lingered on the monk's robe for a long time.

"That punch hurt too much, I'm afraid I need to take a break."

Deok-sun clasped her hands together, sat cross-legged, and chanted sutras as if she were enduring excruciating pain.

Li Muyun's eyes trembled slightly. The little monk Deshan was in such a state that he could no longer go any further.

But this is the Tower of the Dead, and he was worried about leaving the young monk Deshan alone here.

While pondering, Li Muyun turned his gaze to Lu Xueyan.

“Fairy Lu, could you please take care of Deshan? Deshan is exhausted. If she stays alone, she might not be able to handle the evil spirit.”

Lu Xueyan's beautiful eyes narrowed, and her red lips parted slightly.

"It's possible, but wouldn't it be too dangerous for just you and your ox to proceed alone, Young Master Li?"

The big blue ox trembled, shook its body, and immediately foamed at the mouth, howling in agony.

"I, the Divine Ox, also took a punch just now. I am seriously injured and can't walk. I have to rest."

Li Muyun frowned. He had seen it clearly: after taking that punch, he lay in the corner pretending to be dead.

He's perfectly fine; he was just as energetic as ever.

"Huh? How could the Azure Divine Ox be knocked down by such a brat with a single punch? No way? This isn't the Azure Divine Ox I know."

The big blue ox quickly pushed off with its limbs, got up, and coughed twice.

"It's nothing. Actually, I was just pretending. This kid's punch was like a tickle to me. I didn't feel anything at all."

Seeing the big blue ox being harnessed, Li Muyun nodded to Lu Xueyan.

“Then you take Deok-sun and retreat to the next level, while Lord Xuanqing Divine Ox and I will continue deeper.”

"Hey...hey, me."

The big blue ox howled in pain, but it still couldn't resist Li Muyun's sweet talk. Reluctantly, it moved its feet and followed Li Muyun upwards step by step.

As soon as I stepped into the fifth floor, an extremely terrifying and malevolent light swept over me.

Li Muyun was prepared, having been ambushed once before, so he naturally learned his lesson.

The big blue ox was wailing inwardly. This was the Tower of the Dead. Now that it had lost all its cultivation, going up would be tantamount to suicide. But under Li Muyun's sweet-talking offensive, it couldn't save face and could only grit its teeth and persevere.

While it was still pondering, it was struck by the twelve iron fists simultaneously. The twelve iron fists, carrying boundless energy, crashed into the bull's body with a muffled thud.

The giant blue ox was directly overturned by the incredibly powerful aura, smashing violently into the layers of bone mounds.

Li Muyun's pupils trembled, and he couldn't help but gasp as three human-bodied, horse-faced demonic beasts stood before him.

"I am the Earthly Venerable Wu Ma! I am not comparable to those trash! You ignorant fools, how dare you come to the Tower of the Dead? I will grant your wish!"

"Hmph, just a centaur bastard, enough with the nonsense, let's fight!"

"Kid, you fucking want to die?!"

Flames suddenly flared in the eyes of Wu Ma Di Zun's soul clone. What he was most disgusted with was his identity as a human-horse, and he did not expect that Li Mu Yun would hit his sore spot right away!

Li Muyun's expression turned cold. The three humanoid clones in front of him were all at the first level of the Nascent Soul stage. Judging from their bulging bodies and the expansion of their four limbs, their physical strength must also be extremely formidable.

It's going to be a tough battle!

Without hesitation, Li Muyun unleashed a swirling, pitch-black vortex, his true essence surging forth and rushing into his heart!

"The Third Level of Overlord Transformation - Overlord Transformation!"

The three avatars of Wu Ma Di Zun all had ferocious expressions and looked at Li Muyun's transformation with utter contempt, without showing any intention of stepping forward to stop him.

These ants, which are only at the ninth level of the Golden Core stage, are naturally meant to be played with properly. It would be so boring to just stomp on them and kill them!

"call--!"

boom!

The powerful and domineering sound of a heartbeat immediately spread in all directions!

Silver flames rose from Li Muyun's body, and his aura instantly surged to the second level of the Nascent Soul stage.

Clad in white, with icy, sinister eyes, he seemed to be brimming with boundless killing intent.

The Heaven-Devouring Creation Sword in his hand spun at lightning speed, and boundless, surging sword light burst forth in an instant!