How did a bastard like him become an immortal?

The aura of death was far too dense and terrifying.

Its aura far surpassed that of a Nascent Soul cultivator, and even reached the Void Refinement stage. Judging from the signs of stitching and patching on its body, it was more like a spirit in the Integration stage!

The three could only pray that these undead beings would not look upon them.

Seeing this, Li Muyun dared not hold back any longer. The Devouring Heaven Sword Intent in his hand shone brightly, and the power of devouring burst forth, transforming into wisps of ancient and obscure energy that devoured and crushed all the undead blocking his way.

Just as Li Muyun made his move, the blood-red twin suns in the sky suddenly burst forth with ten thousand scarlet rays. The undead bodies that were illuminated by the rays swelled to three times their original size. Suddenly, the sky was filled with the power of the undead, with an extremely dense aura that soared into the sky.

The three were already terrified by the sudden change in the necromantic energy, and now the necromantic aura was intensifying.

He immediately dared not hold back and only fled, crushing and killing any low-level undead that appeared in front of him.

If you encounter a high-level undead, you should change direction and flee.

Fortunately, this was the first time these high-level undead had appeared in broad daylight. Even they themselves were confused about the situation and stood there stunned for a moment, as if they were not used to the bright surroundings.

In the past, they could only come out and show their skills when the blood moon appeared. Now that they are appearing in daylight, they are somewhat unaccustomed to it.

Taking advantage of this opening, the three of them immediately set off at full speed through this desolate place where the undead were resurrected.

"Brother Li, have you ever witnessed such a change in the battlefield? Could it be related to your master?"

Zhu Jiutong ran wildly, occasionally throwing out huge gold ingots to bombard the many newly born and dead spirits, and asking questions.

Faced with such a sudden change, even he, the ninth prince of the Japanese Empire, couldn't help but panic.

The undead beings that exist are beyond his ability to deal with. He is still far from the edge of the battlefield and cannot rashly break through the formation. If he cannot escape now, his life will be in danger!

I had anticipated danger, but I never imagined it would be this dangerous!

This is absolutely a death sentence.

Li Muyun frowned, his Devouring Heaven Sword light daring not to stop for a moment, crushing the undead in his way with its Devouring Sword Might, carving out a path, and responded.

"I've never seen such a troublesome scene before! If I had known that the undead would riot during the day, I should have hidden in my master's residence."

Li Muyun's expression was grim; the situation before him was clearly beyond his expectations, and this change was far too dangerous.

The slightest carelessness leads to certain death. The upheaval in this battlefield of the dead is as if it has truly unearthed the billions of dead spirits buried in the battlefield, and has also allowed people to fully witness the brutality of this battlefield.

The buried spirits were numerous, including many powerful experts, with many at the Nascent Soul stage, and some even stronger than Nascent Soul.

"Young master, you've really put us all in a terrible situation now..."

Nightingale's white tiger-striped cloak fluttered without wind, and her long white python legs suddenly kicked out, crushing the skulls of three skeletons with her jade feet. She glanced back at Li Muyun.

Although the words were reproachful, there was a hidden tenderness in them, as if there was still a hint of expectation.

It really will go according to her initial plan.

Her fists were entwined with the evil aura of a white tiger, and the mountain-suppressing dharma image of the Haotian Sect that appeared behind her suddenly solidified. This was the mountain-suppressing dharma image of the Haotian Sect, one of her most treasured skills.

"White Tiger Splits the Sky!" She suddenly unleashed a punch that transformed into a hundred-foot tiger claw, slamming down. Under this ferocious power, a Nascent Soul stage undead spirit trembled violently, its ghostly form shattering.

Zhu Jiutong's twelve gold ingots spun like wheels. At this moment, he dared not hold back at all. He closed his eyes and made a hand seal. A surge of royal true energy suddenly rose into the sky, and the swaying twelve ingots suddenly merged into a divine beast.

Shaped like a tiger or leopard, with a head and tail like a dragon, and a golden and jade-colored appearance, it has wings on its back and a single horn on its head—it is the mythical beast Pixiu!

"Gold and silver are divine!"

Zhu Jiutong wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and his aura suddenly condensed into the giant beast. The giant beast opened its mouth and swallowed the surging death energy. After swallowing it for a long time, it spewed out the true fire in its belly, burning the tattered skeleton of a dead person in front of it to ashes.

The three fought their way out of the encirclement and gradually emerged from the canyon. As they raced forward, the surrounding aura of death gradually thinned out.

Before they could even feel joy, a piercing, sharp sound, like the mournful cry of an owl, suddenly erupted from the bottom of the valley.

Upon hearing this sound, the three people were suddenly stunned. A chaotic sound exploded, and blood gushed from their ears and noses.

The entire Blood Pool battlefield trembled violently. The nine-zhang-tall blood coffin in the center of the canyon floor exploded, and the banners covering it collapsed piece by piece. The blood coffin was then turned upside down.

The overwhelming death energy condensed and coalesced into a four-limbed crawling creature, grotesque in shape, resembling both a human and a ghost. Where its head should have been, it grew a mouth full of sharp teeth.

The most terrifying thing is its face. It should be on the head, but it is attached to the body. Every time it devours a corpse, another distorted human face appears, swirling around the body. With layers upon layers, it looks like a thick stomach.

Using all four limbs, swift as the wind, he leaped out of the abyss and crawled out of the steep cliff as if walking on flat ground.

That chaotic and incomprehensible aura carried a gray color that was completely different from other undead. Along the way, any undead that encountered it were suddenly sucked in by its sharp beak and transformed into a face that was superimposed on its belly.

It charged wildly, its steps terrifying, like a mad god or demon, eerie and sinister, naturally sweeping up a gray storm that devoured all the undead along its path.

Not only the undead, but also the disciples of the other two major sects, could not escape this calamity. In front of that strange blood-red man, they had no time to resist and were swallowed up and turned into ghost faces.

The blood-covered creature seemed to specifically target humans, and soon it set its sights on the three fastest runners.

The eerie, blood-red figure used both hands and feet to rush towards the three fleeing individuals from afar. Its crawling speed was exceptionally agile, and in an instant, it reached the three behind them.

"Thunder from the heavens!"

Upon seeing this strange figure appear, Li Muyun gathered numerous lightning patterns and unleashed the orthodox lightning techniques of the Celestial Master's Mansion, but the lightning was instantly swallowed up upon touching the blood-red figure.

"Retreat quickly! You can't take this head-on!"

Li Muyun glanced back, and just one look at that strange and bizarre thousand-faced creature made him dizzy. It was only under the stimulation of the Buddha-Demon Heart that he felt better.

Upon hearing this, the two who had originally intended to stop the strange blood-covered man immediately withdrew their attack, activated their inner energy, and hurriedly fled.

Li Muyun's orthodox thunder magic couldn't even slow down the blood-red figure in the slightest.

To turn back and collide with them would be tantamount to throwing an egg against a rock. Now that disaster is imminent, the only option is to run away as fast as possible!