How did a bastard like him become an immortal?

Li Muyun's expression was solemn. The power of the array at his fingertips continuously wove holes. With each infusion of spiritual light, the corpses lying on the ground seemed to come alive, standing up in unison. Their empty eyes were staring in the same direction.

Li Muyun glanced at them, sighed, and casually tossed his hand, causing the corpses to shatter and dissipate into sand and dust.

"Let's go, this way, that undead hasn't gone far..."

His voice was low, but the anger in his eyes was already impossible to suppress.

If one encounters an undead and is outmatched, being killed by the undead is simply a matter of natural selection, nothing out of the ordinary. But this undead kills wantonly, not for cultivation, not for devouring, but as if it's just for amusement.

The three human cultivators couldn't stand it any longer, their auras blazing with killing intent, eager to vent their anger.

After using the Soul-Resurrection Array to obtain the location of the departing spirit, Li Muyun and his companions no longer hesitated and sped towards the location.

The stone forest is silent, with towering stone statues and bloodstains scattered everywhere, as well as piles of bones that are hard to identify, resembling food or collectible items.

After the three of them passed a massive, heavy demon statue covered with all sorts of strange runes, they suddenly witnessed a terrifying scene.

In the open space behind the devil statue, there were about twenty-three figures. From a distance, they looked like clumps of writhing flesh, dripping with blood, hanging upside down, which was extremely horrifying.

"this!"

Li Muyun was stunned, staring at the scene before him.

That wasn't some clump of writhing flesh and blood; it was clearly a person stripped of their skin!

Once the human skin was removed, the blood in the veins was clearly visible. The cultivator was not dead, but was still in despair and terror, emitting mournful cries and wails of despair.

The piercing screams were terrifying and unbearable to hear.

The boy in the very center had his chest heaving violently, and he was whimpering intermittently, looking just like an extremely weak beast.

"Damn it... you beast!"

The nightingale's voice trembled, her pretty face contorted with rage, her blood surging, and her aura soaring to the heavens.

Li Muyun's gaze swept across the distance, where layers of human skin were piled up, along with the clothing of many cultivators, all bearing the insignia of the three major sects: Nine Yang, Haotian, and Xuanyin.

"Hiss..."

A sound like a long snake sweeping and crawling across the ground rang out, and a twisted, blood demon undead emerged.

When the Blood Demon Necromancer emerged from the shadow of the demon statue, it resembled a snake or a scorpion, with a slender body covered in scales, a twisted and ugly face that looked like an upside-down pig's face, and two wings growing from its body.

The most terrifying part is its abdomen, which is covered with extremely sharp fangs and mouthparts, making it look incredibly ferocious.

"Do it!"

Upon seeing this bizarre being, Li Muyun showed no fear whatsoever; his expression was icy cold, revealing his murderous intent.

It's just a Blood Demon Undead in the Nascent Soul stage, yet it's so ferocious and rampant!

Li Muyun's Void Devouring Heaven Sword unleashed a torrent of sword energy, its blade suddenly flashing with a fierce light. Wherever the sword tip passed, boundless devouring power surged forth.

"Jie Jie Jie..."

The Blood Demon Necromancer opened its barbed mouth, its aura utterly decaying, its face contorted in a terrifying grimace, yet a sinister smile remained.

It seemed as if they were happy to have found a few more delicious blood delicacies.

Its bony wings suddenly unfolded, bringing with them howling gusts of foul wind that surged and coalesced into a blood-red vortex.

Zhu Jiutong's face was cold and he didn't say a word, but his attack didn't slow down at all. Streaks of golden light from the Yuanbao condensed and slammed towards the huge blood demon.

Nightingale Haotian's blood surged powerfully, and he took the lead, unleashing the White Tiger Qi in his hand as he charged fiercely towards the Blood Demon.

If we were to ask who among the three was the most heartbroken, it would undoubtedly be her.

The hanging figure, the still-alive boy, was her disciple of the Haotian Sect, a rather studious junior brother.

He honed his Haotian Technique, practicing the external martial arts with unparalleled diligence. He tempered his blood and qi to the point of mastery, and finally achieved some success, thus becoming a blood food!

"Damn it, you deserve to die!"

Thinking of this, Nightingale could no longer restrain herself. Her blood surged and she suddenly activated the Haotian Furnace. The White Tiger Qi roared fiercely and abruptly shattered the blood-red vortex.

Li Muyun's Void Devouring Heaven Sword followed closely behind, unleashing bursts of devouring sword power that completely swallowed the blood mist spewed out by the Blood Demon Undead.

Just as he flashed and the tip of his sword was about to touch the Blood Demon's brow, the monster suddenly turned into a cloud of blood mist and vanished.

"careful!"

Upon seeing the flicker of the Blood Demon Undead, Zhu Jiutong quickly condensed the gold in his hand into a shield and suddenly blocked Li Muyun's path.

Boom!

The Blood Demon Necromancer's extremely sharp maw slammed into the golden shield. The enormous impact made Zhu Jiutong's face turn pale, but he still withstood the attack.

Li Muyun snorted coldly, his true essence continuously humming and urging, and the myriad sword lights constantly shone forth. Streams of light surged incomparably, transforming into sharp sword beams that rushed fiercely towards the Blood Demon Undead.

"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 Sword Jue!"

The enormous blood demon in the distance sensed this sharp sword intent and let out a painful roar, its face showing a hint of fear.

Li Muyun roared, his left hand forming the Spirit Gathering Seal, and his true essence suddenly enveloped his soul, condensing into energy.

The spiritual energy within a ten-foot radius suddenly surged wildly, forming a calm vortex around him, and then rushed towards the Blood Demon Undead.

"All things have a spirit, and all gather at the root of the spirit. The spirit is restrained and the soul is suppressed, while the soul is scattered."

"Spirit Binding Chant!"

Two surging auras were relentless, intent on imprisoning and killing the Blood Demon Undead. Sensing these two auras, the Blood Demon Undead spewed out its enormous blood wings and hurriedly fled.

Seeing that Li Muyun was going all out, Nightingale immediately understood. Her feet exploded with energy, and with a loud dragon roar, she leaped down under the giant blood demon undead and kicked it away!

"hiss!"

Caught off guard, the Blood Demon Necromancer's bones suddenly shattered beneath Nightingale's Azure Dragon feet, sending him crashing to the ground and shaking the stone forest, causing rocks to fall in a shower.

Under the strike of the Azure Dragon, the Blood Demon's bone wings shattered, its body sank, and it lay on the ground, dizzy and disoriented. By the time it struggled to its feet, Li Muyun's two surging auras had already arrived.

The collision of soul power with the Blood Demon Undead caused the already mentally weak Blood Demon Undead to be stunned and motionless.

In that moment of stunned silence, Li Muyun's power of ten thousand swords had already poured down, and streams of sword light, like rain, slid down and left bloody marks on the Blood Demon Undead, dismembering and separating it.

"Fizz!"

The Blood Demon undead screamed in pain, desperately trying to escape, but its soul was suppressed by Li Muyun and it could not break free.

"Puff puff puff puff..."

Each sword light that passed through left a trail of blood. The dense rain of swords blasted the enormous blood demon undead into a sieve, leaving not a single patch of undamaged flesh on its body. It collapsed like a rag doll.

Surrounded by the three, the blood demon necromancer was completely reduced to dust.