How did a bastard like him become an immortal?

"Brother Li, Fellow Daoist Zhao, along the way, I wonder if you have noticed that there are hidden formations in these major cities."

As the three walked among the rocks, His Highness the King of Qin suddenly spoke up.

Li Muyun's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly looked at the King of Qin to echo him.

"Your Highness has also noticed?"

"Yes, Brother Li, you are a master of formations. Can you tell what kind of formation this is?"

Upon hearing the King of Qin's question, Li Muyun's expression turned serious, and he slowly revealed his conjecture.

After hearing his speculation, both King Qin and Zhao Tianming's faces darkened.

If what Li Muyun said is true, that the cities are branches connected to the grand formation, what an incredible grand formation that would be!

The Yangshen Palace has many cities. If each city has a hidden formation, the combined power of the attack could probably rival the regional formation of the Tang Dynasty!

Everyone naturally knew the power of the regional array.

"However, as you and I know, Marquis Tiantu and Master Xuanzang should also be able to detect it. If all else fails, they can crush the jade pendant to send a teleportation message; saving their lives is the most important thing."

The King of Qin sighed a few times and then fell silent.

As the three ventured deeper into the northwest corner, as if they were entering the heart of the Yangshen Temple's capital, countless remnants of Yin spirits rushed out to block their way.

As they passed through the valley, an endless black tide surged forth like a tidal wave, a dark mass of blood-eyed demonic wolves, accompanied by the howls and screech of wolves filling the sky.

All three were seasoned cultivators, skilled in slaughtering the remnants of Yin spirits, and they responded with their own attacks.

Li Muyun's Devouring Creation Sword roared like a dragon, and wherever the sword tip pointed, the roaring sword energy was like a white ribbon. Amidst the dazzling sword light, countless sword beams fell like rain.

"Ten thousand swords obey the decree, the heavenly sword is majestic, the swords are vast and boundless, the sword waves are boundless, heaven and earth are drawn from their sheaths!"

"Ten Thousand Swords Technique!"

Countless sword lights soared into the sky, piercing straight into the Blood-Eyed Demon Wolves. Large swathes of sword light rushed out, tearing apart countless demon wolves and exploding into clouds of bloody energy. The demon wolves didn't even have time to let out a mournful cry before being crushed by the sword light.

Suddenly, the clusters of black boulders in the valley burst open, and a massive stone tablet, shrouded in decay and resentment, rose up, hurtling towards the three amidst the surging sword light.

Seeing this, Li Muyun remained unmoved, but the killing intent in his eyes grew even more intense, and the power of the myriad swords became even stronger, shooting out all at once.

Under the overwhelming power of the sword, the towering rock giant exploded, and the flying debris was pulverized into dust before it even hit the ground.

With his black hair flowing freely, Li Muyun unleashed his pent-up sword intent, like a dragon and a tiger, charging towards the enormous horde of beasts.

With another roar, the Devouring Creation Sword split into countless forms, each sword shadow carrying a soaring sword light, pouring down like a torrential rain.

The pack of demonic wolves at the forefront instantly turned into a bloody mist, while the monsters behind them roared in terror, yet were driven by some force to continue their charge.

A cold glint flashed in Li Muyun's eyes, and he pressed his left hand onto the Devouring Creation Sword.

"The people are stirred, the dragon roars, Heaven has its way, thunder explodes and sword light shines!"

"Nine Dragons Thunder Explosion!"

Nine thunder dragons swooped down from the clouds, leaving scorched earth and devastation in their wake.

The moment the thunder collided with the wolf pack, the pungent smell of burnt meat wafted through the blinding white light.

When the light faded, only a deep pit with wisps of blue smoke remained on the ground, and the remains of the many demon wolves were nowhere to be found.

Zhao Tianming wielded his brush, splashing ink to form characters that surged towards the shattered stone figures.

"This...this is really a Nascent Soul cultivator?"

A gasp escaped as the newcomer, dressed in exotic attire, stared incredulously at Li Muyun in the sky.

The folding fan in the hands of this prodigy from the Sun Moon Empire fell to the ground, his jaw dropping in shock for a long time.

The other prodigies behind him were also pale-faced, staring blankly at Li Muyun in the sky.

Li Muyun's attack just now was undoubtedly a severe blow to their spirits.

Is this still an unknown genius of the Tang Dynasty?

The King of Qin stood atop the mountain with his hands behind his back, the Sword of Breaking Formation hovering beside him.

Seven headless corpses lay at his feet, all of them evil spirits lurking in the shadows, which he crushed in an instant.

The Nine Dragon Seal slowly rotated in his palm, and the dragon energy of the nine dragons soared into the sky, devouring all the nascent souls that tried to escape.

"Brother Li's swordsmanship has become increasingly refined."

The King of Qin had naturally witnessed Li Muyun's sword annihilation of the demons, and couldn't help but sigh in admiration, his joy barely concealed.

He knew he hadn't misjudged Li Muyun; Li Muyun's progress was simply too rapid.

With only the strength of the third stage of the Nascent Soul realm, he already possesses such terrifying combat power. This investment of his can be considered a gamble that paid off.

Perhaps, Brother Li is the one who can help me achieve great things!

The King of Qin's gaze lingered on Li Muyun, who stood coldly and ruthlessly wielding his sword in the distance, a hint of hope rising within him.

A moment later, his gaze swept across the distant dense forest, from which a surge of divine energy emanated.

In the dense forest, a black-robed protector trembled as he stared at Li Muyun, who was wreaking havoc.

The water mirror in his hand kept changing, and the sound was extremely faint, just as he was about to utter his last sentence.

"Quickly inform the elder."

Before the black-robed protector could finish speaking, blood suddenly bloomed from his throat.

A chilling sword aura exploded out.

Li Muyun's figure appeared on the treetop, his black hair flowing, his expression cold, and his sword flashing.

"Since you're here, why rush to leave?"

The black-robed protector roared in terror. His natal magic weapon, the White Bone Banner, had only unfolded half a foot when the Devouring Creation Sword unleashed its sword light, directly and violently devouring the White Bone Banner.

The White Bone Banner, a powerful and incomparable magical artifact, was instantly reduced to nothingness by the immense power of its devouring force.

Ignoring the heartache and the backlash, the black-robed protector roared and frantically burned his essence blood, transforming into a blood rainbow as he fled into the sky.

Li Muyun stood still, not chasing after him, but a cold smile appeared on his lips. Then, his sword intent surged forth and plunged into the clouds.

The sword intent roared like a dragon, surging into the clouds.

A mad glint flashed across Li Muyun's lips. He suddenly bit his fingertip, sucked in a few drops of his blood essence, and further enhanced the sword's light.

His black hair fluttered, his white clothes were as white as snow, and his eyes were full of fighting spirit and fanaticism. His murderous aura was terrifying, like a god of slaughter emerging from a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

"cut."

With a single, light word, the thunderclouds of the heavens condensed into a ten-thousand-foot-long sword shadow, its devouring power swirling wildly in the air.

The blood-red rainbow was cleaved in two a hundred miles away. Before its remains could even hit the ground, it was pulverized into mincemeat by the pursuing sword energy.

When Li Muyun sheathed his sword, blood rained down within a ten-mile radius, and another Nascent Soul expert fell!

The many prodigies watching from the mountain were speechless, staring blankly at the scene before them.

Everyone sensed something unusual to varying degrees. The changes in this world were all heading towards this place. They thought that facing the surging demon tide, they would need to work together to attack.

Unexpectedly, Li Muyun killed them all by himself!

At this moment, Li Muyun's figure, clad in white robes and wielding a black sword, truly resembled a celestial demon lord and a mortal supreme being!