How did a bastard like him become an immortal?

"excuse me!"

Li Muyun's brows furrowed, and he no longer withdrew his hand from the Devouring Creation Sword. His aura sharpened, the black silk heavy sword hummed, and a three-inch sword light roared forth, the Devouring Sword Power winding out like a dragon.

The blood puppets exploded one after another, only to be reborn again in the blood mist.

He noticed that the blood-red lines were spreading from the villagers' hearts to their limbs. When the lines covered their entire bodies, the whites of the blood puppet's eyes turned completely black.

It became even more frenzied, fearlessly rising again from the blood mist, even with only its head remaining, it still came forward to bite itself.

"This Yangshen Temple's evil practices have not diminished at all. It's likely that they sacrificed the entire village of living people. This whole village is probably just a collection of offerings."

Li Muyun unleashed the power of the Devouring Sword, directly swallowing the blood mist and denying these blood puppets any means of resurrection.

This place was, after all, the stronghold of the Yangshen Temple, which had been established for many years. Even when suddenly attacked and purged, the people of the Yangshen Temple were still able to rely on the terrain and the environment to fight a desperate battle.

In a one-on-one situation, how could ordinary cultivators of the Yangshen Palace possibly be a match for the great geniuses, let alone the best among them?

However, this village was strange, and the suppression of his divine sense meant that even after wandering around for so long, he had only managed to kill one of the remaining creatures.

This spring imperial examination is full of challenges. Even though walking in this desolate and strange place is very unbearable, one still cannot just push through. First, one is afraid of angering the old demon, and second, one must save all strength to kill as many remaining enemies as possible.

Moreover, Li Muyun had a vague premonition that this trip was definitely not just a simple trial like the Spring Examination.

The village before him was probably just a small outpost of the Yangshen Temple, which made him somewhat uneasy. Who knew what kind of strange entity the Yangshen Temple might be hiding in this place?

Suppressing his doubts, the blood puppets before him were finally eliminated.

Suddenly, chanting and Sanskrit sounds rose from the sky.

Li Muyun looked up and saw the faint array patterns in the sky glowing with golden light. It was Master Xuanzang's "卍" golden wheel, which collided with him in the sky.

Only a gloomy crimson color faintly occupied the sky, and countless crimson rays of light erupted from the great formation.

That powerful, overwhelming aura spread out like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing down on the great formation that imprisoned the remnants of the Yangshen Temple.

Master Xuanzang stood on the clouds, his eyes lowered, and his nine-ringed staff gently tapped the void. Each golden ring trembled and rippled with the swastika Buddhist seal, washing away the blood-red clouds for miles and turning them into a crystal-clear sky.

Across from him, the river of blood surged, and a hooded ghostly figure stood on the waves, surrounded by 365 blood-dripping relics—all of which were the refined Buddhist hearts of enlightened monks.

"Xuanzang, do you know where these relics came from?"

The ghostly figure flicked its finger, and suddenly a scene from the Huangjue Temple's Sutra Repository appeared on one of the relics.

"When your senior brother passed away, he cried and begged me to give him a quick death."

Upon seeing the relic, Xuanzang's prayer beads in his sleeve suddenly trembled with sorrow, yet he lowered his eyes and clasped his hands together, his expression devoid of joy or sorrow.

“Amitabha, may your senior brother have long since ascended to the Pure Land. What you are trapped in is merely a wisp of anger.”

"The path of the Yang Spirit is inevitably empty; only through emptiness can one attain the best Dao fruit. This humble monk is willing to offer this as a gift!"

Before the words were finished, the staff suddenly transformed into a hundred-foot-long golden dragon, and the scriptures abruptly turned into golden chains that coiled around the blood river.

The Ghostly Sovereign of the Yangshen Temple frowned deeply, and a blood wolf, filled with resentment and regret, rose up, its surging momentum crashing towards the hundred-foot-long golden dragon.

A surging sea of ​​blood and golden light burst forth in the air, colliding violently. A tremendous aura erupted above the formation, as if it were capable of destroying the heavens and the earth.

Blood feud and imperial decree combined, the usually tolerant and easy-going Xuanzang showed no mercy. Streams of Sanskrit shone forth, hundreds of pages of scriptures were casually scattered, boundless Buddhist light and Dharma forms appeared, and booming sounds echoed in the sky, all with the intent to kill the ghostly figure.

The air currents grew stronger, and the dark clouds that had been in the wind were dispersed by the constantly spinning prayer beads, and the sky brightened.

Master Xuanzang displayed his Buddha-like appearance, holding a flower in one hand and a Prajna in the other, continuously imprisoning and binding the remaining high-ranking members of the Yangshen Palace, his aura as majestic as an abyss.

However, Li Muyun's situation below at this moment appears to be somewhat precarious.

After the layers of dark clouds were suppressed, the remnants of the Yang God below sensed a crisis and no longer hid. They attacked fiercely, unleashing countless evil auras that shot into the sky, turning the crescent moon into a blood moon.

Under the blood moon, Li Muyun was suddenly startled to find that all the doors and windows of the thatched huts had been opened at some point, and hundreds of new blood puppets were surging in from all directions.

A piercing, noisy ringing sound rang out, and a massive array of soul-capturing bells surged across the sky, causing countless malevolent spirits to materialize and charge towards Li Muyun.

This unexpected turn of events made Li Muyun's heart tighten. He no longer hesitated with his domineering triple transformation. His silvery-white aura spread throughout his body, and he suddenly crushed the evil spirits that had entered his body. Although the aura had only flashed by, he still managed to sense and capture it.

The energy that flickered in the southern part of the small village was fleeting, but extremely powerful.

This immediately filled Li Muyun with joy.

It's a big fish!

Without further hesitation, the sword light crushed the blood puppets, and he hurriedly flashed away, rushing towards the southern part of the small village.

The most prominent feature in the southern part of the village is an ancestral hall. Although dilapidated, incense still burns continuously, and people come and go.

Li Muyun slipped behind the broken wall and watched as twelve villagers walked in a single file.

The villager had the same red rope tied around his neck, his eyeballs were gouged out, leaving empty holes, and an exaggerated smile appeared on his mouth, the corners of which were actually sewn together with gold thread.

As the group passed by, Li Muyun suddenly made his move.

The sword precisely severed the red rope of the last person, and the villager immediately collapsed to the ground.

But before he could examine it, the corpse suddenly swelled up and burst open, gushing out blood.

Li Muyun did not act rashly, but chose to follow the group of villagers to the ancestral hall.

The stage was set up in the front yard of the ancestral hall.

Faded red silk was wrapped around the beams and pillars and covered the blood-red ground.

Seven corpses dressed in theatrical costumes are walking on the stage, their rusty phoenix crowns dazzlingly beautiful, stained with blood.

The female lead's flowing sleeves were already moldy and rotten, and beneath her gorgeous robes lay countless withered bones. At this moment, she was singing with her fingers twirling in a delicate gesture, while a hundred ghosts danced together, winking and making faces at the audience, as if trying to amuse some important figure.

Li Muyun frowned and couldn't help but mutter a few complaints to himself.

The cultivators of the Yangshen Temple have some rather strange hobbies; they like to watch skeletons dance for no reason.

After assessing the situation, he no longer held back and quietly unleashed a burst of sword light, directly piercing through the figure in front of him.

The figure was crushed by the domineering power of the Devouring Creation Sword before it could even utter a wail.

It transformed into a soul imprint and flew into the palm of the hand.

Li Muyun unleashed a torrent of lightning magic, crushing all the remaining ghosts and monsters before him. Without hesitation, he stepped directly into the ancestral hall.