How did a bastard like him become an immortal?

Countless ghosts that rushed towards him were instantly split in two by the sword light, exploding into endless bubbles.

They were then instantly absorbed by the power of devouring, and then transferred to the old monk's hands. Through the power of Buddha's light and the refinement of that Buddha-demon heart, they were transformed into pure soul power.

Li Muyun leaped into the midst of countless ghostly figures, sword in hand, unleashing a continuous barrage of sharp sword energy that crushed the surrounding spirits.

Each of these ghosts was a source of pure soul power for him, a tonic, so he naturally couldn't let them go.

Seeing Li Muyun working so hard, Zhao Tianming, who was standing next to him, did not dare to slack off.

The Xuanmo technique flew with each character, transforming them into one stirring word after another, shattering countless souls.

The souls in this ghost city are often lingering spirits or banished ghosts, which are extremely weak compared to the two people's nascent souls.

The two crushed numerous dead souls, drawing their swords and fighting their way into the ghost city.

The further they went, the heavier and denser the chilling aura became. Under the cold and desolate moonlight, the ground was covered with frost.

Soon, the Heaven-Devouring Creation Sword rang out with a clanging sound. Li Muyun, dressed in a white robe, wielded the sword with unparalleled skill, leaving no place untouched. The frost on the bluestone slab cracked inch by inch, and the surging tide of souls were caught in the sword light, unable to even utter a roar.

Just as the two rushed out of the market, they gradually headed towards the center of the city.

Several dark figures shot into the sky from the well at the street corner. On their pale and indifferent ghost faces, rotting flesh hung on the stark white bones, and ghostly flames flickered in their eye sockets.

It let out a shrill roar, as if trying to stop the group from moving forward.

Li Muyun was somewhat surprised to see such a ghostly creature appear.

He could sense that these ghostly creatures were not merely inanimate objects, but rather spirit soldiers with consciousness.

After a moment of surprise, Li Muyun drew a circle with his sword, its cold light gleaming, and shouted in a cold voice.

"A bunch of cowardly rats hiding their heads and tails!"

After saying this, he danced with his sword like a dragon, and where the sword energy swept, the three ghost soldiers shattered in mid-air.

Several streaks of light flew out from Zhao Tianming's sleeve. Ignoring the threatening roars of the ghost soldiers, the talismans exploded, crushing many of them.

Originally there were seven ghost soldiers, but suddenly only one lonely ghost remained.

Although the remaining ghost was not very intelligent, it could still tell that something was wrong. It immediately screamed in terror and tried to escape for its life.

Zhao Tianming gave them no chance. He took a step forward with his Heavenly Gang Step, and the ink lines in his hand danced as he dragged the last ghost soldier to his side.

With a gentle breath, the ghost soldier was struck as if by lightning, his skin and bones dissolving into a cloud of black energy that soared into the sky.

Zhao Tianming stared intently at the black aura, which wove and swirled into various clouds in the sky.

“The southeast Xun position is where the Yin soldiers are passing through, and there is also a Netherworld general in this city.”

After analyzing the clouds for a moment, Zhao Tianming slowly spoke.

Li Muyun's heart skipped a beat when he saw Zhao Tianming's amazing ability to observe qi.

The Qi-observation technique of Longhu Mountain is indeed remarkable; it can directly extract the soul power of ghost soldiers to observe their Qi.

"The Underworld General? Interesting, perfect for using him as a sacrifice for the sword."

After saying that, the two of them simultaneously looked toward the clock tower in the distance.

The clock tower looked like layers of ghostly shadows piled up, utterly decayed, but on the eaves at the very top hung a strange, pitch-black bell that emitted a dark, eerie light.

Ghost Bell!

The Bell of Rebirth in the Underworld is usually hung in places where ghost bells are hung, and it is the most effective way to condense ghosts. It is a poisonous technique used to nurture and raise vengeful spirits.

Suddenly, the clock tower resounded with the clang of metal, and the once quiet and desolate tower was suddenly illuminated with countless brilliant lights. Then, it burst through the wind, and thousands of will-o'-the-wisps fell to the ground like meteors.

Li Muyun raised his eyebrows slightly, his steps were sharp, and he rushed towards the bell tower. Wherever his white robe swept past, the bluestone slabs shattered.

Zhao Tianming's Xuanmo talisman condensed into a huge "Chong" character, which continuously swirled around him.

As they stepped into the square in front of the clock tower, the pile of bones on the ground exploded with a deafening roar.

Countless putrid blades suddenly emerged from the ground, instantly weaving into a vast net.

The decaying remains exuded an aura of power, the might of the military formation soared to the heavens, and shadowy figures of underworld soldiers charged forward.

Li Muyun did not flinch at all, and laughed loudly several times, his powerful aura shattering the blade piece by piece.

The Heaven-Devouring Sword in his hand transformed into a hundred-foot-long azure dragon, and he roared, "Well done!"

The sword energy swept across the battlefield, turning severed limbs and remains into dust in the fierce wind, as if destroying dry and decaying things!

Crushing countless ghost soldiers, amidst the scattered bones, Li Muyun, his white robes fluttering like snow, strolled leisurely through the skeletons, his expression utterly indifferent.

These ghost soldiers were clearly no match for him!

There's no need for the Devouring Heaven Creation Sword to be used; the mere power of his own Nascent Soul is enough to crush these worthless fry.

Just as the two leaped high into the air and rushed towards the top of the clock tower, about to take down the ghost bell...

A deafening roar echoed from the depths of the ghost city, and a towering figure slowly emerged.

The colossal underworld general shattered the archway and stepped into the square in one stride.

It carries the Soul Refining Cauldron on its shoulder, and the wailing of countless wronged souls on the cauldron's body transforms into sound waves, causing countless ghostly spirits to soar into the sky.

"Two juniors dare to trespass on my Fengdu City!"

The underworld general spewed black mist from its fangs.

"This Netherworld is where you will perish!"

However, the angry roar of the Underworld General had no effect on the two of them whatsoever.

Li Muyun drew his sword and shattered the hanging, buzzing ghost bell.

As the ghost bell shattered with a deafening crash, the enormous underworld general suddenly spat out black blood, its massive and towering body slammed to its knees, its underworld armor cracking, its head bowed to the ground, roaring in fury and resentment.

"Despicable! That brat is hateful!"

Before the enormous Netherworld could continue its clamor, Li Muyun's Heaven-Swallowing Creation Sword flashed, and he swiftly descended from the sky, unleashing a chilling sword light.

Li Muyun's sword energy roared like a dragon, as if he were a celestial being descending from the heavens, while the Black Sword of Devouring Heaven and Creation in his hand was vast and boundless.

Puff!

The enormous head of the underworld general suddenly shattered and flew out, smashing through countless ghost city streets, spraying out black blood like a spring, staining the blue stone brick houses black.

Li Muyun's aura surged, calmly dispelling the filthy blood from the Devouring Creation Sword. He stood beside the enormous and imposing Netherworld General, his expression serene and unwavering.

This enormous underworld general was only loud in its cries.

At most, he was only at the Golden Core stage; under his sword, he couldn't even last a single round.

"Isn't the strength of Fengdu City far too weak?"

Li Muyun withdrew the Devouring Creation Sword, feeling somewhat disappointed.

This vast ghost city has not a single remnant of the Yangshen Palace who has reached the Nascent Soul stage, let alone an ordinary demon who has reached the Nascent Soul stage.

After finally breaking through the main formation, I never expected to end up in a place like this.

The enormous corpse of the underworld general was gradually dismembered, turning into specks of starlight that scattered and returned to the city.

Only a pitch-black, ornately decorated Soul Refining Cauldron remained, lying in its original place.

Li Muyun cast his gaze, his fingertips just about to touch the pitch-black cauldron.

Suddenly, a loud buzzing sound rang out.