Slaying Demons: Starting with Upgrading my Calligraphy-Chapter 620 - 524: Eight Sea Marshals! Water-Fire Crucible!

"Eight thousand more miles and we'll reach Wanchuan City."

Sitting cross-legged on a black cloud, Tai Yin flung his sleeve, unveiling a map condensed from dark green flames.

The map roughly depicted a vast area, where twenty-three cities had been slaughtered entirely.

Those half-human, half-corpse Divine Breeders, whose minds were completely corrupted by malevolent forces, were transformed into Bone Arhats and White Bone Strongmen under Tai Yin's command.

"Hmm? Something's coming."

As Tai Yin examined the map in his hand, a sudden wave of intense danger washed over him. He looked up sharply to see a sky full of scarlet blood light rushing towards him at great speed.

In an instant, it was right in front of him!

"Was it you, this little figure, who slaughtered my believers beyond measure?"

Amidst a terrifying roar that seemed to shake the heavens and the earth, an overwhelmingly heavy, filthy, and blood-soaked twisted impulse descended like a torrent.

Just hearing this voice made the skin under Tai Yin's Daoist Robe start to sprout lumps, and his body began to twist and mutate, as if turning into a hideous monster.

"Eight Seas Marshal?"

Within, the Taiyin Dao Essence surged, expelling the invading strange force, and the abnormality on Tai Yin's surface instantly reverted back to normal.

At this moment, the source of the deep roar also appeared before him.

This being was over ten thousand feet tall, resembling an Outer Realm Evil God. Its form was grotesque, skin blue-black, bloated and massive, with white fur flying from its head and eight dark, terrifying eyes opening from its shoulders to its cheeks.

Within these eight eyes, it seemed as though eight Blood Seas were brewing, brimming with absolute dominance and ferocity.

Blood Lotus Great World, Master of the Third Rank—Eight Seas Marshal Lü Wansheng!

"Your scent isn't right... you aren't a Purification One!"

The eight deep crimson pupils of Lü Wansheng swept over Tai Yin carelessly, before suddenly letting out a low cry.

He realized that Tai Yin was not a Purification One, and his presence didn't belong to this world at all.

"You're an outsider!"

Comprehending Tai Yin's identity, Lü Wansheng was both surprised and delighted, his slimy, disgusting tongue licking his lips:

"This marshal has never tasted an outsider. It's really good that you've come today."

Examining Lü Wansheng before him, Tai Yin remained expressionless, but his right hand hidden under his sleeve quietly formed several seal arts. Wisps of black wind quietly vanished between reality and illusion, drifting away into the distance.

"Lü Wansheng? Once the renowned Eight Seas Marshal, now reduced to such an ugly state.

Nothing but eating and sleeping, nothing but sleeping and eating.

It seems like Marshal Tianpeng suits you better."

Though unable to understand the mockery in Tai Yin's words, Lü Wansheng could sense the derisive tone, appreciating its flavor.

"Ho ho ho, such a sharp tongue. Later, this marshal will surely pull out your tongue and savor it separately."

The eight eyes' blood light expanded, Lü Wansheng roared in anger, and behind him appeared a towering against-the-sky figure, as if about to pierce even the Sky Dome.

In an instant!

The Sky Dome, the earth, every inch of territory was covered with an extreme blood-red light, as if the void itself was drenched in thick blood.

It was a terrifying figure with a pig-like beast's body, ten arms sprouting from its back, and its lower body resembling a cave of flesh and blood!

"You've even made this poor Daoist feel sick."

Frowning, Tai Yin reached out to touch the void imbued with a layer of blood-red, obscure light, eyes narrowing:

"Sealing the void? Ha, at least you have some brains."

With Lü Wansheng's roar, the sky for thousands of miles around grew dark and gloomy, a hurricane raged, black clouds turning into rotating vortices, brewing boundless dread and panic.

Boom—

Suddenly, in the eerie, flowing black-red void, an enormous, muscular hand of flesh and blood shot forth, aiming to seize and kill Tai Yin, its might distorting the very space it passed through. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

The Bone Arhat at Tai Yin's side reacted immediately, jumping forward to meet it, throwing a punch.

Fist and palm collided!

In that instant, the exploding shockwave unleashed a vast power that annihilated everything in its path.

The flesh and blood hand was repulsed and vanished, while the Bone Arhat was sent flying back, its jade-like bones covered in cracks as thick as a thumb, nearly shattering completely.

Raising an eyebrow, Tai Yin cast a spell to retrieve the heavily damaged Bone Arhat back into the White Bone Mysterious Yin Banner.

He intended to refine this Bone Arhat into a White Bone Bodhisattva.

It couldn't be spent like an ordinary White Bone Strongman.

Yet there was no time for Tai Yin to catch his breath.

The void surged again, and this time, five flesh-and-blood hands appeared simultaneously, sealing all of Tai Yin's escape routes.

Calmly observing the emerging hands, Tai Yin chose not to use the Bone Arhats for a head-on collision, instead releasing a blood-colored blade light with a sweep of his sleeve.

Swish—

Once the Blood Transformation Divine Saber was unleashed, the intense stench of blood made the entire heaven and earth seem as if submerged in a Blood Sea.

"Hmm?"

Smelling this purest scent of blood, Lü Wansheng's eyes instantly locked onto the blade light swiftly shuttling through the void.

Faced with the Blood Transformation Divine Saber, which even Dao Experts would avoid, the five flesh-and-blood hands had no resistance. The blade light cut through them in an instant, transforming into a shower of blood, disappearing without a trace.

"If this is all you can do, then this poor Daoist will be quite disappointed."

As his gaze fell on Lü Wansheng, Tai Yin's words trailed off, and the Blood Transformation Divine Saber, having obliterated the five hands, changed direction.

Boldly charging at Lü Wansheng!

"Hahaha! Bring it on!"

With a feral grin, Lü Wansheng's massive, god-like body erupted with movement, breaking the void and avoiding the Blood Transformation Divine Saber at a terrifying speed, arriving directly before Tai Yin.

Like a blood-flesh abyss devourer of all things, ready to swallow Tai Yin whole.

Space shattering, the view before him dark and gray, with the pungent stench of blood flooding his nostrils.

So fast...

Even though Tai Yin was prepared, Lü Wansheng's inexorable speed caught him off guard.

Frost Cloud Flame!

Just as he was about to be consumed, in the nick of time, Tai Yin produced the magical treasure bestowed by his true self.

A Daoist Body Level Divine Fan waved powerfully, interweaving heaven-burning and world-freezing forces that swept out, quickly transforming into a Water-Fire Crucible full of endless Power of the Great Dao, descending from above and entrapping Lü Wansheng.

"Want to eat me? Watch as this poor Daoist refines you first!"

With a hint of fierceness in his eyes, Tai Yin repeatedly waved the Frost Cloud Flame, enveloping Lü Wansheng within the Water-Fire Crucible that could seal off everything inside and out, forming a Space-Bounding, locking the space.

Clusters of pure and domineering water-fire Power of the Great Dao continually flowed into this crucible, the immense Refining Force rolling in waves, aiming to forcibly Refine and Assimilate this Eight Seas Marshal.

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