Primordial Salted Fish: Starting from Refusing to Join the Demon Clan

The violent killing principles and the all-consuming crimson malevolent energy were completely defeated by this pure Heavenly Dao merit, crumbling inch by inch and unable to penetrate even a fraction of it!

"What?! This is... a rare treasure?!"

The maniacal laughter that echoed through the land, now replaced by an incredulous roar of shock and fury.

The killing spear he had condensed trembled violently and disintegrated under the golden light of merit, its killing intent completely isolated from the outside.

He never expected that such an unreasonable "turtle shell" was hidden deep within Kunpeng's sea of ​​consciousness!

Merit and spiritual treasures are rare treasures in the eyes of chaotic gods and demons.

They are the embodiment of the laws of Heaven. They may not be as sharp and powerful as the God-Slaying Spear, nor as powerful as the Primordial Treasures, but their greatest characteristic is that they are impervious to all laws and repelled by all evil!

It may not be able to actively kill enemies, but it has an almost absolute effect in protecting the primordial spirit and resisting the erosion of all negative laws!

This Taoist book, in particular, which carries the immeasurable merit of creating characters, is indestructible!

At this moment, the Demon God of Slaughter, with only a wisp of remnant soul remaining and his power completely worn away by the Three Immortal Islands and the Three Talents Formation, was gone.

Faced with this absolute defense forged by the vast merit of creating characters.

His killing methods, which were enough to terrify even the most powerful beings in the primordial world, were truly... utterly ineffective!

"Impossible! How could a mere rare treasure possibly block my Dao's true meaning?!"

The phantom of the demons and gods roared and charged wildly in Kunpeng's sea of ​​consciousness. Dark purple light crashed into the Xuanhuang light screen time and time again, but it only stirred up ripples and could not shake its foundation.

His proud Dao of Slaughter, which pointed directly to the origin of the Great Dao, appeared so pale and powerless for the first time in the face of pure merit from heaven and earth.

Although the Slaughtering God and Demon are not entirely helpless against this magical treasure, they are truly powerless in its current state, where only a faint remnant soul remains.

The Kunpeng True Spirit, firmly protected at its core by the Taoist scriptures, was still weak, but its consciousness was slowly coalescing under this absolutely safe protection.

His icy gaze pierced through the golden light of merit, locking onto the futile, exasperated dark purple phantom outside.

The balance of power within this primordial spirit's sea of ​​consciousness was instantly reversed because of an inconspicuous Taoist book!

Their dream of escaping by slaying gods and demons was met with an unexpected and impenetrable wall.

Kunpeng knew that holding out was not a long-term solution and that a swift victory was necessary. He seized the opportunity, endured the excruciating pain in his soul, and began to fight back.

Under the protection of the Taoist book, the Kunpeng spirit steadied itself, its eyes flashing with a cold light.

He immediately activated the Great Dao of Returning to the Void, using his true spirit as a guide to condense dark vortexes of Returning to the Void in his sea of ​​consciousness, attempting to draw the remnant souls of the demons and gods into them and completely obliterate them with the power of Returning to the Void.

"How dare an ant's power shake the heavens?"

The Demon God of Slaughter sneered, and the dark purple phantom suddenly split into countless forms, each containing a killing law that pointed directly to the origin of the Great Dao.

These killing marks darted through the vortex of the Void like fish, but instead of being devoured, they eroded the core of the vortex with their killing energy, causing it to stagnate.

Kunpeng grunted, feeling that his Dao of Returning to Nothingness was like a child wielding a sword in front of the opponent's pure Dao of Slaughter, completely restrained.

He activated the Daoist scripture, and the Xuanhuang Merit Light transformed into ten thousand golden rays that swept through his sea of ​​consciousness, cleansing and purifying the murderous aura that had invaded him.

However, each counterattack made his soul tremble, as if he were throwing an egg against a rock.

Slaying gods and demons is no better.

His remnant soul was already weak, and facing the absolute defense of the merit treasure, every impact consumed his own essence.

He was both shocked and furious. How could a dignified Chaos God be forced into such a predicament by a mere junior?

In an instant, golden light and dark purple intertwined and collided within the sea of ​​consciousness, and the power of returning to the void and the law of slaughter clashed and tormented each other.

Kunpeng could not break through the opponent's killing intent, and the killing gods and demons could not tear through the defense of the merit treasure.

The two sides were deadlocked, locked in a bizarre and deadly balance.

A thoughtful look appeared in Kunpeng's eyes.

How to break the equilibrium?

"What other power... can we rely on?"

Currently, if there are methods available, it is possible to suppress the killing gods and demons and enhance oneself.

Kunpeng looked at the killing gods and demons, not necessarily needing to strengthen itself!

We can weaken the enemy while simultaneously strengthening ourselves!

Kunpeng thought of the chains that truly bound the killing gods and demons.

Those chains are the power left behind by Pangu in the ancient war of creation, evolving over countless years from the rules of the cage.

Since it is the power of Pangu, then strengthening this power of Pangu would allow us to further suppress the power of the remnant soul of the God of Slaughter.

Then, by utilizing the properties of the merit-based spiritual treasure and the purifying power of the two lotus flowers, wouldn't the probability of refining the opponent be much higher?

Kunpeng's will was as swift as lightning, instantly locking onto the chains of rules that lay dormant deep within his sea of ​​consciousness, entwined around the illusory origin of the god and demon of slaughter.

It was formed from the power of Pangu left over from the creation of the world. Although it has been suppressed for eternity by the supreme ferocity of the killing gods and demons, its essence has never dissipated, like a sleeping dragon.

"Now!" Kunpeng shouted in his heart. Ignoring the excruciating pain, his true spirit poured all its remaining power and the guiding force of the Great Dao of Returning to the Void into the ancient chain phantom.

This is not creation out of thin air, but an awakening! It is a call that resonates with the silent, primordial power of creation!

Om-!

It was like a drop of water falling into a boiling oil pan, or like a dormant volcano being suddenly ignited.

The chains of rules, which were originally dull and almost assimilated by the murderous aura, suddenly burst forth with an indescribable vastness the moment Kunpeng's thoughts touched them!

Profound runes lit up on the chains, like the traces left by the blade of a heaven-opening axe, pure, vast, and containing the supreme will to suppress chaos and establish order in the universe!

"No—! Pangu!!!"

The roar of the killing gods and demons instantly turned into horrified screams.

He had already exhausted himself from the repeated battles with Kunpeng and the pursuit of merit and spiritual treasures, and his remaining soul was like a candle flickering in the wind.

At this moment, the sudden burst of Pangu's power crashed down on his fragile soul like a colossal mountain that created the heavens!

The murderous intent that he once took pride in and that eroded all paths of existence crumbled like ice and snow before this primordial power originating from the creators of the primordial world!

The chains tightened suddenly, twisting and deforming the dark purple phantom. Its core killing essence was firmly imprisoned and suppressed, making it unable to mobilize even the slightest bit of power to resist effectively.

The balance of power has been completely overturned!

"Now!" Kunpeng's eyes flashed with a fierce light, knowing that the opportunity was not to be missed. Without hesitation, he activated the Daoist book in the center of his sea of ​​consciousness.

Suddenly, the Xuanhuang merit light screen expanded, and then separated into strands of dazzling golden torrents, like burning flames, actively wrapping around the remnant souls of the killing gods and demons that were tightly bound by Pangu's chains.

"With boundless merit, I refine your malevolent and demonic soul! Using the Void as a guide, purify it!"

Merit shines like golden light, pure and righteous, impervious to all laws and warding off all evil!