Inuyasha: A Different Kind of Dog General

Chrysanthemum and Peach Blossom huddled together weakly, staring in horror at the collapsing body before them.

They saw that under Long Luo's skin, there seemed to be countless living things wriggling. That was Gang Luo's shell, which was in fierce conflict with his body.

Long Luo fell to his knees, a howl that was not human coming from his throat.

He lacked the power of Xi Luo in his body, and the three kinds of demonic power that should have been integrated were devouring each other. Every struggle made the limbs that did not belong to him grow more deformed.

The originally handsome face was now half covered with Gang Luo's shell, and the ferocious arms of Beast Luo suddenly grew on the back - this body was turning into a real monster.

"As expected...without the power of Xiong Luo, even with the help of Yin and Yang, it is still difficult to stabilize his life form."

Tianxianlian walked slowly out from the shadows, with a faint light of life condensed on her fingertips.

She stared at the painfully twisted Long Luo, and her calm eyes reflected the flesh and blood on Long Luo's body that was constantly breaking and reorganizing.

"Xi Luo's violent fire could have forged all forces, but now this incomplete fusion seems to have combined all the different punishments into one."

"This is a very good example. Perhaps it can be used as a reference in alchemy."

As Lian was looking at him, the scales on Long Luo's left shoulder suddenly exploded, gushing out blood like magma. Taohua and Juhua were so frightened that they rolled and crawled to hide behind Lian.

Feeling the soft and gentle body behind her, Lian also became interested.

Along with a teeth-grinding crisp sound from Long Luo's spine, bone spurs pierced through his back, trembling in the air with mucus.

His remaining human face turned towards Lian, his beastly pupils filled with a mixture of pain and desire.

Lian slowly began to take care of the two fairies. While Long Luo was struggling to get up and looking at her with resentment and anger, she enjoyed the wonders of the inner alchemy and the art of sex.

"A mere beast, he still doesn't understand his current situation."

Lian's fingertips brushed across Long Luo's twisted horns, and purple demonic patterns spread between the scales following his touch.

Long Luo's furious roar suddenly became fragmented - wisps of pink mist actually overflowed from his ferociously opened mouth.

"What...did you...do...to me...?"

Long Luo's pupils shrank violently as he discovered that his demonic power was being drawn away along the mucus on the bone spurs.

The mucus condensed into beads in the air, and each drop reflected the blurred and intoxicated eyes of peach blossoms and chrysanthemums.

"doing what?"

Lian smiled contemptuously and casually threw out a silver chain engraved with a spiritual pattern similar to that of the Roaring Cauldron.

The other end of the chain was connected to the new bone spur on Long Luo's back. As his fingertips lightly picked it up, the chain made a clear sound and finally tied Long Luo's neck.

Long Luo's huge body suddenly convulsed and fell to his knees.

The surface of Gangluo's shell behind him was covered with dense spiritual patterns and veins.

"Didn't you four fighting gods come here just to seize the Singing Cauldron and use it to refine the alien power in your body so that you can break through the great monster?"

Lian's lips were almost touching Long Luo's ear fins that were transforming into a beast. She chuckled as she watched the ear fins turn purple uncontrollably.

"Why, aren't you glad to have me help you?"

The two celestial beings who were infused with the essence of the lotus recovered a lot of their energy.

Taohua smiled sweetly and broke away from the spear behind her, while Juhua jumped up on Long Luo's mutated dragon tail.

The figures of the two celestial beings transformed into two streams of light, one golden and one pink, in the mist, which went straight into Long Luo's heart along the demonic veins opened by the bone spurs.

Long Luo's chest suddenly bulged strangely, and a strange glow of gold powder shone from under his skin.

Along with the sound of flesh and blood being torn apart, a pair of rare flowers bloomed from the body—

The peach blossoms on the left were as bright as blood, and the chrysanthemums on the right were as brilliant as gold. The petals of the two colors intertwined and bloomed in his heart.

The flower stem is wrapped with fine demonic patterns, and each pattern flashes with the fluorescent light of Penglai's secret technique.

The roots madly absorbed Long Luo's demonic power, and the petals began to unfold, revealing the delicate faces of peach blossoms and chrysanthemums.

Lian's bare hands pressed on the beast's face on his forehead, forcing the roaring beast's face back into the depths of his flesh and blood.

In Long Luo's last consciousness, he heard Lian whisper with a smile, "Now, you are the real 'Furnace'."

Lian's fingertips gently stroked the petals of the twin flowers, watching Long Luo's body quickly dry up and crack.

"The murderous aura of Long Luo and other fighting gods has become the best fertilizer for the flowers. It's worth all my hard work."

Thinking of this, Lian's face showed a trace of regret, "What a pity, if Ji Luo was here, the effect would be even better."

"Perhaps through the refining and transformation power of the Roaring Cauldron, even without joining forces, Peach Blossom and Chrysanthemum will each possess the strength of a great monster."

"But then again, if Xiong Luo were here, it would be difficult for me to control Long Luo. I can only say that every sip and every peck has its destiny."

Long Luo's claws still maintained the tearing posture, but had turned into stiff dead wood.

The armor on his shoulders peeled off bit by bit, revealing the rotten flesh underneath that had been penetrated by roots.

Only the twin flowers became brighter and brighter, moving without wind in the diffuse blood mist, as if mocking the four fighting gods' arrogance.

"The Dragon Bone Spirit is greedy by nature, and the true identity of that mysterious monster is unknown."

Lian's fingertips gently stroked her chin, and a calculating glint flashed in her eyes.

"Why not let the 'purifying power' of the miko become the calamity they have to face?"

"It's time to put the backup plan we left behind in the Village of Half-Demons to use."

Chapter 108: The Tale of the Bamboo Cutter, Entering the Village of the Half-Demon (Additional Update)

"The Tianshengya clone is enough on the other side. My main target is still this guy Longgujing."

The Tessaiga clone turned around and crept in stealthily, its eyes locked on the giant pale shadow cruising in the clouds.

The winding and coiled dragon body appeared and disappeared in the rolling dark clouds, and every scale was shining with a cold light.

"If I can devour the dragon bone essence, I'll have enough energy to help Ling Yue enter the realm of great monsters. This will be the best betrothal gift."

The fingertips of Tessaiga's clone gently stroked the hilt of the sword, and a hint of tenderness flashed in his eyes.

"It is also the best compensation for myself and for wasting a hundred years of accumulation by my father-in-law."

The dragon bone spirit's tail swept across the mountain top, and the air current it stirred up cut through the clouds. Tessaiga's clone followed silently.

This usually violent corpse dragon now showed some caution, continuously spewing out deadly purple-black poisonous miasma from its mouth.

As his huge dragon body snaked forward, the poisonous miasma spread like a living thing.

Wherever he passed, the lush vegetation of Penglai Island withered and died at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The branches and leaves of the towering ancient trees were charred and curled up, and the lush flowers and plants turned to ashes in the blink of an eye.

Even the hard rocks made a hissing sound under the erosion of the poisonous fog, and honeycomb-like corrosion marks appeared on the surface.

As soon as the bird was startled from the branch, it was entangled by the poisonous fog and fell to the ground in an instant.

Before the beast could escape a few steps, it fell to the ground twitching and its flesh and blood melted away.

Some of the surviving sirens screamed and turned into white bones along with the Kitchen God and Door God who had fought with them before.

Within a day, Penglai Island, this paradise on earth, will become a dead place - and this is exactly what the Dragon Bone Spirit hopes for.

He hovered high in the sky, dark purple lightning flickering on the scales of his dragon body, like countless poisonous snakes ready to strike.

The pair of scarlet vertical pupils kept scanning the surroundings, and the dragon whiskers trembled slightly in the air, capturing the slightest fluctuations of demonic power.

He deliberately slowed down his flying speed, and his dragon tail swung in a defensive rhythm, laying down a series of interwoven lightning nets behind him.

Whenever the poisonous miasma touches the clouds, a crackling sound will occur, turning the area within a hundred feet into a death zone.

Even the space was slightly distorted, blocking the possibility of being attacked by teleportation.

Tessaiga looked at the Dragon Bone Spirit who was on high alert and waited silently.

In this solemn atmosphere, deep in a small bamboo forest, a green bamboo suddenly stretched out from the ground, emitting a faint cool glow.

Inside was a tiny, monster-like mini girl, her eyelashes trembling slightly, and she opened her eyes like an elf that had just woken up.

She has the gentle temperament of a classic Yamato Nadeshiko, but reveals a dreamy and inhuman feeling in the details.

Her long black hair fell to the waist like a waterfall, and the ends of her hair reflected a faint bamboo green light.

The straight bangs in Jifa style softly covered the eyebrows, making the porcelain-white oval face look even more petite and delicate.

Her eyes were a beautiful amber color, with a hazy moonlight flowing under the bamboo light, and a hint of light red at the end of her eyes, like clouds stained with the morning glow.

She was wearing a pink and white eclectic Japanese and Western outfit, with her top embellished with delicate bows, exuding a girlish softness.

The sleeves reach the fingertips, the left sleeve has a cloud pattern covering the moon, and the right sleeve has a "grass and moon" flower pattern, which appears and disappears during the movement.

The crimson hem of her skirt spreads out like the sunset, and the four seasons patterns embroidered with gold thread shine as she walks. The layers of petticoats emit a misty glow as she walks.

When the princess of the Moon Palace emerged from the half-opened bamboo, she just stood there quietly.

The soft hands half-hidden between the wide sleeves and the crow-feather-like eyelashes exude tranquility, as if she were a doll soaked in moonlight, and even her breathing carries the faint sound of bamboo leaves brushing against the stones in the courtyard.

It's just human nature, innocent and curious at the same time.

"Oh, here it comes again~"

Kaguya covered her lips with her sleeve, and a sly smile appeared at the corners of her eyes and eyebrows.

The exiled Moon Princess was leaning against the inner wall of the bamboo joint, observing the outside world with great interest.

"I scared him away with my last invitation, so I'll just keep quiet this time."

Kaguya murmured softly, "Really? He's got that terrifying body, but he's as timid as a newborn bamboo rabbit."

Kaguya, who was tired of staying in the bamboo, played with her hair at the temples with her slender fingers. Her long hair, like crow feathers, was flowing with a faint blue color under the reflection of the bamboo light.

Through the swaying bamboo shadows, she saw the broken moonlight on the distant sea, like crystal fragments scattered on the ground.

If I hadn't scared away the dragon bone spirit, I might have already escaped from Penglai Island.

Traveling in all directions with the waves of the sea, admiring the scenery that has never been seen in the Moon Palace.

The Moon Princess' fingertips gently stroked the inner wall of the bamboo joint, and her amber eyes reflected the changing shadows of the clouds outside.

She thought of the eternal and unchanging scenes in the Moon Palace - the eternally clear corridors of the Gui Palace and the silver sand courtyard that had remained the same for thousands of years.

There are also those moon rabbits whose sleeves flutter in perfect rhythm.

"It's so... boring."