Slaying Demons: Starting with Upgrading my Calligraphy-Chapter 622 - 525: [Sacred Object] 2
Boom!
The smug smile hadn't lasted half a second when a surging, raging dead white suddenly appeared from Lü Wansheng's chest. The terrifying Tai Yin's obliterating power irrationally forced his body to vanish.
An unspeakable death crisis and pain instantly spread throughout Lü Wansheng's body!
Tens of thousands of miles away!
The Tai Yin, with eyes turning pitch black like an abyss, clasped his hands in a spell, staring fiercely at Lü Wansheng to erase him from this world completely.
Standing aside, the Hunyuan Sword Spirit frowned, shaking his right hand and retracting the Haotian Mirror.
"Father's caution was correct; the natives of this world do have some unpredictable means."
This time, if it weren't for his timely intervention using the Haotian Mirror to block the blood column emitted by Lü Wansheng.
Tai Yin, even if not dead, would have been seriously injured!
"What he just sacrificed was the so-called [Sacred Object], right."
On Tai Yin's right forearm, a piece of flesh had been shaved off, revealing stark white bones, with a sinister and extremely foul strength constantly spreading at the wound, trying to infiltrate deeper.
If it weren't for his timely awareness of the danger posed by the blood column, summoning the Hunyuan Sword Spirit, and resisting with the Haotian Mirror.
It wouldn't have been just this minor wound, but rather most of his body would have been obliterated in the blood column.
"It should be, as viewed currently, this so-called [Sacred Object] is very similar to the [Dao Soldier] of my Tianyuan Main Realm.
However, Dao Soldiers are formed as the manifestation of the Great Dao after Dao Experts embody the Dao, and cannot exist for long.
Whereas this [Sacred Object] is more of a combination of a magical treasure and a Dao Soldier."
Standing beside Tai Yin, the Hunyuan Sword Spirit slowly spoke:
"For a Sacred Object to possess such power, you haven't embodied the Dao and lack a Dao Soldier to contend against it; fear you aren't this brute's opponent, let me assist you."
"Sounds good, one of the four helmmasters of the Blood Lotus Great World; fear he has more than one [Sacred Object] at hand."
Having witnessed the power of the [Sacred Object], Tai Yin did not overestimate, for he already sensed Lü Wansheng's body bursting forth with another force, aiding to resist his obliterating power.
Dark purple smoke surged out of Lü Wansheng's seven orifices, enveloping his twisted, grotesque, tumor-covered body, turning it svelte and shriveled, yet more pervasively terrifying!
Along with the bodily transformation, the surging dead white was instantly suppressed, the obliterated parts sprawling out countless threads of foul tissue, thoroughly repaired.
"Roar—"
With another [Sacred Object] shielding the obliterating power of Tai Yin, Lü Wansheng rotated his purple-red eyes, locking onto Tai Yin and the Hunyuan Sword Spirit across thousands of miles!
Boom—
Raging wind shattered the layered voids, and Lü Wansheng, transformed into a bizarre corpse, assaulted again, purple smoke like an abyss covering the sky for thousands of miles, dyeing it a spine-chilling color.
Empowered by the [Sacred Object], the resurrected flesh exploded, obscure dark Dao patterns twining around Lü Wansheng's muscles, bones, organs, and soul, granting him ever-increasing strength.
"Die!!!"
As a purple-black meteor plummeted toward Tai Yin, Lü Wansheng, armed with two [Sacred Objects], extended his right hand, a roar shattering the heavens!
Crash—
The hurricane stirred by the descending massive hand could flay alive a True Monarch of the Dao Body just attained.
Evidently, the divine marvel efficacy of this so-called [Sacred Object] is far more terrifying than mere magical treasures or Dao Soldiers!
"Go for him!"
With a low shout, Tai Yin retreated swiftly, leaving the frontal battlefield to the Hunyuan Sword Spirit advancing with the sword.
"Your tone, it feels like you're facing the front instead."
Giving Tai Yin a sidelong glance, the Hunyuan Sword Spirit stood firm, an emerging terrifying sword aura akin to an ancient volcano poised to erupt, fearsome and imposing!
Clang—
With one step forward, the earth-shattering sword sound resounded through the vast eight wildernesses, flattening the ancient eternity!
As an existence nurtured by Qi Xiu using the Primordial Great Way, the combat prowess of the Hunyuan Sword Spirit was foreseeable.
However, Qi Xiu's own methods were numerous, plus he often engaged in cross-border fierce battles, reluctant to let this hard-earned sword spirit suffer, hence rarely deploying the Hunyuan Sword Spirit.
But that does not mean the combat prowess of the Hunyuan Sword Spirit is lacking.
On the contrary, its formidable might is barely understood even by Qi Xiu, the creator...
Crashing down!
The Primordial Sword Spirit stepped forward with the sword, unleashing a powerful and domineering Primordial Sword Mang. Chaos exploded, and Space-Bounding trembled as layers of space shattered.
The entire Sky Dome was torn apart by this terrifying sword, creating an endless rift!
Clang clang clang clang—— 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢
Countless remnant shadows clashed violently, with fiery sparks filling the entire Sky Dome. In an instant, brilliant light illuminated thousands of miles, followed by endless waves of shock!
Fall ——
Infinite impacts lifted the already ruined ground layer by layer, like rolling ocean waves.
In the center of the storm, the face of the sixteen or seventeen-year-old Primordial Sword Spirit was calm and composed.
In contrast, Lü Wansheng's manic and twisted face gradually revealed astonishment and fear.
"Barbarian natives, filthy outsiders, how could you understand the profundities of my father's Primordial Great Way.
Every time you clash and collide with me, my Primordial Sword Mang absorbs a portion of your power.
Now I have absorbed almost all your strength, how can you fight me?"
As the sword followed the sound, the Primordial Sword Spirit leaped into infinity, transforming into a colorful stream of light, instantly shredding Lü Wansheng's ten arms into pieces.
"Ah!!!"
With all his arms severed, Lü Wansheng screamed in pain, staggering backward, his massive figure shaking the ground with booming vibrations.
Just as the Primordial Sword Spirit was about to rise and cut down this pig-headed foe, a blood-red light erupted again like an ancient volcano.
That terrifying blood column, stretching over thousands of miles, surged again from Lü Wansheng's mouth!
Haotian Mirror!
With a flip of his hand, Lü Wansheng took out the flawless and bright Haotian Mirror, and the fearsome blood column capable of shattering the void over thousands of miles collided heavily against the mirror's surface. The overwhelming pressure forced the Primordial Sword Spirit to retreat continuously, carving a gorge over a thousand miles long in the void before finally stopping.
"This [Sacred Object], you shouldn't be able to use it continuously, right?"
Completely blocking the pressure of the blood column with the Haotian Mirror, the Primordial Sword Spirit spoke calmly, his indifferent gaze piercing Lü Wansheng's heart like a blade.
"Want to give it a try?"
Lü Wansheng's seven pupils tightened and remained still. Slowly, he opened his mouth, and the boiling blood light seemed ready to transform into a blood column and surge again at any moment.
"Alright."
With a single response, the Primordial Sword Spirit wielded the sword and stepped forward fiercely, transforming into an unparalleled Sword Mang, reaching Lü Wansheng in an instant!
Unexpectedly, the Primordial Sword Spirit acted so swiftly and decisively that, defenseless, a sword pierced straight through Lü Wansheng's head, blinding his remaining seven pupils with sword light!
"Uh ah——"
The intense shadow of death enveloped Lü Wansheng, making him struggle desperately, but his ten arms had already been severed completely by the Primordial Sword Spirit. Except for painful howls, he had no strength left to retaliate.
"Die..."
Just as the Primordial Sword Spirit was about to unleash the Sword Mang to slay the so-called Eight Seas Marshal, an unparalleled, terrifying light column detached from the extreme distance, carrying infinite killing force, pulverizing all along its path.
A split second summons of the Haotian Mirror!
Boom!
A heavy impact made the Primordial Sword Spirit feel as if the Ancient Heavenly Column had collapsed and smashed upon him, his body like a rocket being violently knocked away.
"Tai Yin!"
Knowing that a more formidable enemy had arrived, the Primordial Sword Spirit immediately called for the Daoist of the Taiyin.
"Don't shout, I've got one here too!"
With the White Bone Mysterious Yin Banner pushed to the extreme, Tai Yin had already activated the Cloud-Mystifying Fog Formation given by Qi Xiu, creating a domain shrouded in dense mist, rolling and surging.
Beyond this misty realm.
The pale woman with a human body and snake's tail, adorned with a gold hairpin and draped in black gauze, lazily leaned against a Treasure Carriage. Above her head, eighteen black suns shone dazzlingly, their horrifying light continuously piercing into the mystical fog, attempting to locate Tai Yin.
"By the Lotus Mother's command, Domain A Lord Qin Wu!"
"By the Lotus Mother's command, Domain B Lord Dai Yue'er!"
"Here to execute..."
"Outer Realm Evil God!"
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