How did a bastard like him become an immortal?

Li Muyun drew his two Heavenly Creation Divine Swords simultaneously, his domineering triple transformation within his body frantically squeezing out his true essence, his heart pounding as he worked.

The Devouring Creation Sword's ferocious power surged layer by layer, its devouring force corroding the entire iceberg.

In his other hand, the Emperor Flame Blazing Sword wielded the Emperor Flame's aura with overwhelming power. It collided with the flying iceberg and, in a short time, completely melted away the iceberg formed from the death energy of heaven and earth.

This imperial flame possessed overwhelming power, soaring into the sky. Even when facing the Ice of Resentment, which had entered the Integration Realm, it was in no way weaker, its scorching intensity was immense.

The female ghost king in the distance sensed the rising flames and a look of surprise appeared in her eyes.

Even though she had already entered the Integration Realm, she still felt lingering fear when facing such Emperor Flame; it was an instinctive tremor.

This kid is indeed troublesome. She was very wary of him from their first meeting and frantically tried to kill him.

But this kid got away! In just a few days, he has already reached the peak of the Void Refinement Realm. If we don't kill him soon, things will get out of hand!

As the female ghost king thought of this, patches of gloomy glaciers materialized and began to form, appearing out of thin air as towering glacial mountains, their imposing power terrifying and poised to strike.

Three monks in the distance, positioned in a pincer formation, their Buddhist lights reflecting each other, were struck by the layers of icebergs and forced to retreat.

This female ghost king, who had just entered the Integration Realm, had reached a completely different level in terms of energy and strength. Even if the three of them joined forces, it would be difficult for them to resist her.

However, Li Muyun alone, wielding two Heavenly Creation Divine Swords, was able to withstand the combined female ghost's attacks and share a significant portion of their firepower.

Li Muyun's cultivation is not bad, perhaps my defeat was not unjust...

As Bu Kong gazed at the powerful, surging resentment of the combined female ghost relentlessly pursuing Li Muyun in the distance, a sense of relief washed over him.

He always believed that he had suffered a loss in that battle and had become careless, which allowed Li Muyun to successfully use his immortal techniques to suppress him.

However, judging from the current situation, Li Muyun's combat strength is far from reaching its limit.

"Senior brother, don't hesitate, use the supreme technique passed down by the Venerable One."

The unclean crushed a sinister ghost, his face filled with anxiety.

Bukong let go of his inner turmoil and nodded solemnly.

The three instantly stepped on swastikas, and Buddhist light surged forth. Streams of light burst forth from the three's bodies and converged into the body of the leader, Amoghavajra.

Bu Kong slowly raised his palm, gently flipped it, and countless palm prints overlapped, creating a series of sonic booms that resounded continuously, exuding a powerful and majestic aura.

boom!

"Buddha's Heaven-Turning Seal!"

Suddenly, Bukong, who had been silent for a long time, brightened up. He gathered his true energy in his dantian and spoke in Sanskrit. The air vibrated, and hundreds of Buddhist light palm prints in his hands exploded out.

The female ghost king who was chasing Li Muyun suddenly felt a heat behind her and hurriedly stopped. Looking at the hundreds of Buddhist light palm prints rushing towards her, her brows furrowed, and the air around her suddenly became gloomy and cold, as if it were collapsing.

But the palm print hesitated for only a moment before rushing towards her, striking her vengeful spirit body and unleashing a sky-piercing swastika pattern.

Seeing that the female ghost had been repelled by the palm print, Li Muyun was finally able to catch his breath and quickly retreated.

The female ghost had just relentlessly attacked him, nearly injuring him severely.

Fortunately, there were many of them on this trip; if he had been alone, he would probably have been devoured and digested by this combined female ghost long ago.

Fortunately, Zhao Li also gave them the brocade pouch. Zhao Li was a great help this time. Having an extra clone would increase their chances of winning.

Li Muyun calmed down slightly and felt a surge of gratitude towards Zhao Li.

Despite Zhao Li's usual unreliability and erratic behavior, he always puts people at ease when it comes to matters of great importance concerning safety.

The cloud-woven dragon pattern brocade that Zhao Li had given him appeared in his hand. He made an opening and pulled out a sheet.

But why is this talisman red, with red and white stripes? Does Zhao Li still have this form?

Li Muyun found it strange, but with a formidable enemy at hand, he had no time to think further. He immediately formed a hand seal and forcefully channeled his true essence into it.

True essence surged into the talisman, which turned into green smoke and dissipated, while an inflatable human figure gradually expanded.

However, when Li Muyun saw the human figure clearly, he was utterly astonished.

The talisman gradually transformed into a beautiful woman dressed in a red cheongsam. She was tall, fiery, and had rabbit ears on her hair. As soon as she appeared, she began to flirt with Li Muyun.

Li Muyun's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly looked at the trio of monks beside him.

When the trio saw Li Muyun take out the talisman, they initially thought it was some powerful trump card, but now they were dumbfounded and fell into a deathly silence.

Only when the big blue ox glared with its two bull eyes did its bull face soften slightly, and it looked around at the charming person with an appraising gaze.

The woman flew past with a seductive glance, blew a kiss, and then began to undress. First, she tore off the cheongsam covering her body, and with a snap, her fragrant shoulders and jade-like bones were exposed, revealing large expanses of snow-white skin that was incredibly tender and pink.

Everyone was even more astonished, completely dumbfounded, as the alluring woman was only wearing her undergarment.

The three monks then came to their senses, their faces flushed, and they quickly turned their heads away, spitting a few times.

"You, Li Muyun, are still so despicable at such a critical moment. You are a petty person and do not deserve to be called a gentleman."

"Do not look at what is improper. This humble monk did not see anything just now."

Li Muyun was drenched in sweat, his face turning pale. He hurriedly cast a spell to hold back the clone, saying helplessly.

"It wasn't me. It was given to me by Zhao Li. He said it was a battle talisman. It was given to me by the ghost messenger Zhao Li. It has nothing to do with me."

That damn Zhao Li, I really fuck him!

Li Muyun broke out in a cold sweat, inwardly cursing Zhao Li's ancestors for eighteen generations.

He could even give the wrong talisman. If he had relied on this talisman to save his life, he would probably have been reincarnated by now.

Zhao Li is really unreliable; he doesn't do anything that's even remotely reliable!

"Aaaaaah! You damned men, a bunch of scum who only think with their lower bodies, I'm going to tear you to pieces!"

Just as the three monks were still wondering who Zhao Li was, which ghost messenger Zhao Li was, and how could he be so shameless, the female ghost king in the distance had already broken free of the Heaven-Turning Seal and charged forward again.

But before everyone's eyes, a weak and helpless figure, barely clothed with most of his skin exposed and wearing only a bellyband, stood frozen in place.

She realized in an instant that the figure was not a living being, but an incarnation of a talisman, and the anger in her heart surged like a raging tsunami.

This damn bastard is trying to torture and humiliate me with this!

This scene was like a sharp knife piercing her heart, bringing back all those humiliations, and instantly filling the air with murderous intent.

A raging storm swept through the air, engulfing the group and filling them with a chilling killing intent that swept across the sky like a storm.

Li Muyun's heart sank, and he almost wanted to cry but couldn't.

That damned Zhao Li! If I were to die because of him, I would become a vengeful ghost and haunt Zhao Li to claim my life!

There was no other way; I had to rely on myself to deal with this incredibly angry, combined female ghost.