Starting Immortal Cultivation from a White Dog

Chapter 123 Merit Enhancement, Fiery Eyes Evolve (Please Subscribe)
Chi Limu, who was initially somewhat anxious, was stunned. Was this really his junior brother?
That terrifying being, a hundred feet tall, with a dog's head and a human body, entwined with a demonic dragon, and wielding a divine hammer, resembling a god or demon, was the little white dog that had just been soaked by the rain and was being held in his arms.

She couldn't help but blink, feeling a urge to pet the dog's head.

Chen Chunjiao, standing beside her, was even more horrified. She knew that the dog-headed monster had broken into the Skull Mountain gate several times, but she never imagined that it would be such a terrifying existence.

Why did the other person save her?

"He said there was a cause and effect between us, but I've never even met him, have I?"

Chen Chunjiao was filled with complicated thoughts. Hong Changlin and Li Yun'er had taught her a harsh lesson at the critical moment of life and death. She originally thought she was going to die for sure, but she never expected to be saved by a powerful demon.

No, perhaps it's the Demon King?
As she thought to herself, she suddenly felt a little lonely. "The one who wanted to kill me was a human, but the one who saved me was a demon."

"What does it matter if they are human or demon?"

"Ah!"

She stared blankly at the terrifying demon god who stood tall and imposing, like a mountain range, her fists clenched tightly, lost in thought.

As for those disciples who had originally been killed by the Hundred Beasts Yin Soul Banner, they were already terrified by these successive changes and could no longer care about anything else, so they frantically scattered and fled for their lives.

Wu Tian didn't care about what others thought. His body was filled with endless power, and with the blessing of the Wind and Thunder Divine Power, he amplified the power of the Divine Demon Transformation to the extreme.

The bone hammer, crackling with lightning, smashed the mountain and the earth, causing the Hundred Beasts' Soul Banner to explode. The ten-zhang-tall demon god that Wu Qinghuan had transformed into was like a child in front of him, and was hammered into the depths of the mountain.

With a single hammer blow, the man's skeletal demonic body shattered, his flesh turning into a pool of blood and gore.

Only the white bone relic spun around and fled in a panic into the depths of the mountain, no longer daring to face the might of the dog-headed demon god.

"Still trying to run away?"

Wu Tian laughed loudly, his voice shaking the surrounding area. The demonic dragon coiled around him instantly shrank to the size of a palm and rushed into the valley crevice at an extremely terrifying speed.

He had already set his sights on Wu Qinghuan's white bone relic, intending to use it to refine his own divine power seed, so how could he possibly let him escape?

Dragons can be large or small, can rise or hide, and can change at will.

Wu Qinghuan's white bone relic darted rapidly through the mountain crevice, but was still overtaken by the demonic dragon in just a few breaths.

"Damn it, who are you? Why are you pressing me so hard?"

Wu Qinghuan was nearly frantic. "Spare my life, and I'll give you a big gift when we meet again."

The demonic dragon ignored it completely, and simply opened its mouth and blew out a gust of cold wind. This wind seemed to blow from the netherworld, and the white bone relic became stiff and dimmed as soon as it was blown by the wind.

Upon seeing this, the demon dragon swallowed the white bone relic in one gulp.

"Ah, no!"

Wu Qinghuan struggled desperately, but now that he was in the mouth of the demonic dragon, there was no way he could escape.

Before long, the demonic dragon turned around and temporarily suppressed the white bone relic.

Worried that things might get complicated if he waited too long, Wu Tian kept using the Demonic Dragon's Yin Wind to blow and refine the old demon's soul, intending to completely scatter it before using the White Bone Relic to refine his own Demon God Transformation Seed.

It is conceivable that after complete refinement, the quality of the Demon God Transformation should be improved.

He looked around and saw that Zhu Yeshuang and Lu Daoqing were already locked in a fierce battle. The Fire Dragon Sword tore through the sky, like an evil dragon that had been suppressed for countless years, letting out an angry roar.

Zhu Yeshuang merged with her sword, transforming into a fire dragon, and fought head-on against the white bone demon dragon.

"I've been stationed at Skull Mountain for over seventy years, never leaving the mountain even for a moment. Do you think you can still use this bone dragon to suppress me today? You're dreaming!"

"Lu Daoqing, you old devil, I will kill you today! Die!"

Lu Daoqing did the same, using the White Bone Relic to control the White Bone Demon Dragon, entering the dragon's mouth and roaring through the sky.

"Hahaha, Zhu Yeshuang, you were no match for me, the White Bone Demon God, seventy years ago, and you are no different today."

"Do you think only your Taiqing Temple has wandering immortals?"

"How could I dare to make a move today without having something to rely on?"

Amidst his laughter, he urged the White Bone Demon Dragon to engage in a frenzied battle with Zhu Yeshuang, and the two sides quickly reached a fever pitch.

The roar of the dragon resounded throughout the heavens and the earth.

At the same time, the rogue immortal from Taiqing Temple, who had made the move, suppressed both the Yin and Yang meridians with a single hand, but his gaze was fixed on the northwest direction.

The sky to the northwest had turned crimson, with endless flames spreading across the heavens. The intense firelight, mixed with blood, seemed poised to burn everything and destroy the world.

The intensely burning flames transformed into the face of a giant god.

"Hahaha, it seems I've arrived just in time."

"Good lad, well done. You are worthy of being a member of our Demonic Sect."

The wandering immortal from Taiqing Temple appeared in mid-air. He had white hair that reached his shoulders, but his face was incredibly ruddy and showed no signs of aging. He wore a wide white robe and had a robust physique.

In his left hand, he held a jade ruyi carved with dragons and tigers, which evolved into a yin-yang tai chi diagram to suppress the yin-yang earth veins.

No matter how fiercely Zhu Yeshuang and Lu Daoqing fought below, they were unable to create the Yin-Yang Taiji diagram.

This scene was incredibly mystical: a jade ruyi manifested as a Taiji diagram, suppressing earth, water, fire, and wind, and suppressing the yin and yang earth veins and the two primordial spirit immortals within it.

His right hand was behind his back as he gazed at the northwest sky.

“Old Demon Chixiao, why don’t you stay in your northwest Fire God Ridge and cause trouble in the southern border? I think you’re tired of living.”

This wandering immortal spoke calmly, but his tone was incredibly arrogant. He suppressed the earth's veins with one hand, and then slowly extended his right hand from behind his back.

In his right hand, he held a small pagoda, about the size of a palm, with seven stories, eight corners and eaves, surrounded by the aura of Xuanhuang merit.

"Go!"

He threw the tower out, and in an instant, the Xuanhuang Merit Tower grew taller in the wind, enveloping the demon god that had manifested in the sky in the blink of an eye.

"you……"

Upon seeing the pagoda, the giant face of the demon god, suspended in the sky, changed color. "Su Qinghe, you actually brought out the Xuanhuang Pagoda, the treasure of Taiqing Temple?"

"are you crazy?"

The wandering immortal known as Su Qinghe sneered, "My Taiqing Temple has plenty of treasures, what, you're not convinced?"

"Since you're here, leave me something."

The Xuanhuang Merit Pagoda shone brightly, its Xuanhuang energy connecting heaven and earth, creating an enormous golden pagoda that completely engulfed the demon god.

Seeing the battle between the primordial spirit and the loose immortal, Wu Tian showed no intention of rushing in to intervene.

He didn't believe that his meager skills at this moment were enough to compete with those Nascent Soul masters and demonic giants.

How could the supernatural powers cultivated by a powerful person from Taiqing Temple be simple?
This can be seen from the "Three-Headed Demon God's Prison Suppression Scripture" alone.

So he swayed his body and smashed the Thunder Hammer in his hand into the void with a loud bang. Lightning and thunder exploded out like ripples, spreading in all directions.

Although Wu Qinghuan was captured, the Hundred Beasts Yin Soul Banner exploded, and countless Yin Souls and Fiends scattered and fled.

Although Wu Tian's methods were violent, it was impossible for him to kill all the Yin spirits in an instant.

But now that he had freed his hands, he wouldn't let these souls go. The bone hammer in his hand crackled with electricity, like a thunder god, as he pounded the sky again and again, turning the vengeful spirits into wisps of smoke amidst their screams and wails.

Over the centuries, the Hundred Beasts Soul Banner has collected countless souls, causing thick, ghostly black clouds to appear in the sky above this place.

However, when Wu Tian smashed down with his hammer, it created a hole.

One blow from the hammer and a large number of people are killed or injured.

One strike! One strike! One strike!
boom! boom! boom!
Wu Tian's frenzied attacks scattered countless vengeful spirits, terrifying those ghosts that terrified ordinary people to the point of death.

But he didn't stop at all, striding through the mountains, chasing and killing those ghosts.

Performing rituals to help these ghosts find peace and deliverance brings merit.

As long as he doesn't swallow all these ghosts and refine them, he will not only be free from sin, but will also receive blessings from heaven and earth.

If we don't act now, when will we?

Moreover, he was not only hunting down these ghosts, but this sudden calamity also caused the heavens and earth to collapse. Even though a rogue immortal intervened in time, many lives were still lost.

The disciples of Skull Mountain, in particular, were almost all killed; very few survived.

Therefore, the atmosphere of life and death permeates the entire world...

This was a boon for Wu Tian, ​​as the life-and-death energy was the best elixir for him, useful for replenishing his mana, enhancing his cultivation, and refining the seeds of supernatural powers.

His dog-like head exhaled the aura of life and death, and his divine hammer chased after the vengeful spirits. He was like a demon god who had walked out of hell, terrifying to the extreme.

Such an earth-shattering battle had naturally alerted the eighteen villages at the foot of the mountain.

The earth shook violently, beasts howled in agony, demons groveled, and the people below trembled with fear, feeling as if a natural disaster had struck. They could only kneel and pray to the heavens and the immortals.

Meanwhile, in White Dog Village, the terrified and uneasy Man Xiongmu and the others stared blankly at the hundred-foot-tall demon god in the distance, whose dog-headed, human-bodied appearance was all too familiar.

However, both Man Xiongmu and Wen Ruyun hesitated at this moment, unable to believe that it was Bai Long'er.

Shi Yu, however, asked with a mixture of excitement and trepidation, "Master, Mother, that must be my eldest brother, right?"

Man Xiongmu hesitated for a moment: "It looks somewhat like it, but isn't he white-haired? This demon god has black hair all over his body, and he is wrapped in a demonic dragon and holding a giant hammer."

"Your senior brother's weapon should be a mixed iron staff..."

"Perhaps this person is some elder of his?"

Upon hearing this, Shi Yu muttered, "But I heard that Senior Brother was born in this village, so where would he get any elders?"

Man Xiongmu and Wen Ruyun looked at each other, both of them somewhat believing that the terrifying demon god was Bai Long'er, but neither of them dared to be sure.

As for Wu Xia'er, who carried her mother down the mountain to Baiquan Village, she felt only gratitude at this moment.

She was initially filled with sorrow and anger, feeling exceptionally lowly, that she had to offer herself to a dog...

But when she witnessed the earth-shattering battle that destroyed the entire Skull Mountain, she was terrified and broke out in a cold sweat.

If she hadn't gone to find Bai Long'er and been forced to leave the mountain immediately by the dog-headed monster, she and her mother would probably have died in this calamity by now.

Wu Xia'er was filled with lingering fear. She held her mother's hand tightly, looked at her sleeping face on the bed, and said softly, "Mother, perhaps he really does have good fortune."

“As long as you oppose him, there will be natural disasters and man-made calamities.”

"If you obey him, you will be able to turn misfortune into good fortune."

She knew she was just comforting herself, but she needed a reason to face everything with a clear conscience.

After all, it was a dog...

Even though he has now transformed into a dog-headed human, she still clearly remembers what Bai Long'er looked like when he was young.

The thought of a certain scene sent a shiver down her spine.

Just then, she heard a muffled rumble of thunder in the sky, as if the Thunder God were striking iron, the thunder resounding throughout the heavens and earth.

Wu Xia'er glanced at the window, then froze!

It was a hundred-foot-tall demon god with a dog's head and a human body, wielding a divine hammer crackling with lightning, smashing the sky. Wherever it passed, the dark clouds dispersed, the vengeful ghosts howled, and all spirits prostrated themselves.

This scene, resembling something out of a myth, suddenly burst into view...

She stared at the demon god in disbelief, and only gradually came to her senses when she realized that the demon god was no longer visible from the window.

"It's him?"

"It must be him!"

Wu Xia'er felt her heart pounding, and she rushed to the window like a madwoman, gazing into the distance.

Standing in this position, she saw again the dog-headed demon god who was as large as a mountain, watching him swing Thor's hammer, which dispersed the dark clouds in the sky and caused lightning to rage in all directions.

She just stared blankly, motionless.

Only after the demon god had gone far away did she slowly come back to her senses.

"If... if it were him... it doesn't seem impossible..."

For some reason, her face suddenly turned red with embarrassment.

I slowly squeezed my legs together, feeling a little unsteady on my feet.

After a long while, she took a deep breath, her already well-developed chest skin swaying against the dampness, and walked to her mother's bedside.

"Mom, I feel...I feel so strange right now..."

She buried her face in her mother's arms shyly, "But, I feel like I quite like it this way..."

……

Wu Tian was now engaged in an incredibly frenzied pursuit, and for a full hour, he used his thunder hammer to blast the vengeful ghosts from all directions, both in the sky and on the ground.

He killed over 90% of the ghosts.

But there were just too many ghosts, and they scattered and fled in all directions, making it difficult for him to catch up with some of them.

Now, those escaped ghosts have rushed into the depths of the mountains in southern Xinjiang, hiding either underwater or in the forests, in dark, damp, and secluded places.

To exterminate all these ghosts would require far too much time and effort; it's not something that can be done in a short period of time.

Besides, he can't care about that now...

This battle brought him countless benefits!
A vast amount of life and death energies, and abundant merits of heaven and earth.

Even the system panel emitted a notification sound.

Ding! System notification: Your advanced talent, Fiery Eyes, has reached perfection and resonates with the Auspicious Beast talent, Celestial Talisman. Would you like to fuse them?
Wu Tian glanced at the northwest sky, where a golden pagoda stretched from heaven to earth, holding an absolute advantage and suppressing a demon god.

The battle between Zhu Yeshuang and Lu Daoqing is about to come to a conclusion.

He thought for a moment, then took out an ancient arrow and aimed it at Lu Daoqing...

(End of this chapter)