Inuyasha: A Different Kind of Dog General

Dou Ya leaned over, his silver hair grazing across her sweaty collarbone. "How could I bear to break a peony like you, waiting to be picked, when you haven't even shared the joy of love with Feng Ji yet?"

His fingertips slid down suddenly, hooking open her collar which was already soaked with cold sweat. The moonlight fell, illuminating the infinite beauty on her chest.

"Thank you...thank you for your grace, Your Majesty..."

Knowing that she could survive, Yiji's eyes burst into endless joy, and her moist blue pupils sparkled.

Even though this was in front of the palace gate, she wanted to undress, serve the man in front of her well, and find true peace of mind.

Yiji put her slender fingers on the belt, and the belt slipped off, revealing the skin under her collarbone, which was rosy with excitement.

"Who gave you permission to be so presumptuous?"

Dou Ya frowned, and his pressure dropped like frost.

She was suddenly struck by lightning and hurriedly grasped her loose clothes.

The eyes that were full of spring water just now were now filled with panic.

When she stood up, the tender green vine hair accessories rustled, just like grass leaves trembling in the autumn wind.

"Slave, slave, I know my mistake..."

The snow-white teeth bit the cherry lips until all the blood was gone, and the ecstasy just now turned into cold sweat, sliding along the taut spine into the depression of the lower back.

"Get up, I have something important to tell you."

At Douya's signal, the trembling Yiji stood up.

That face, as beautiful as a peony, showed a pitiful expression, but she didn't know that this expression would only arouse the predator's desire to abuse her.

Unfortunately, the person standing before her was Tessaiga's clone, a royal holy sword that represented the power of devouring and destroying!

Tessaiga's clone said lightly.

"Hayuko will become a member of the royal court in the future. From now on, all the demons in Kyoto will be under your command. If you are unsure about anything, you can consult the guest official Plutomon or Nura clan's Nura Nura."

"After the Kyoto ghosts are unified, the Imperial Household Minister will come here to build an inn. After that, you will come to the royal city to find Fengji first, and then come together to find me. Do you understand?"

Yiji, who understood the implication of Douya's words, bent her waist slightly, crossed her slender fingers in front of her abdomen, and performed a very graceful bow.

She deliberately leaned forward three points, allowing the snow-white ravines to be faintly visible at the neckline, which was extremely seductive.

"I understand. Please rest assured, Master. Yiji will get things done, and then we will come to find you together with Sister Fengji."

When Yiji heard that Yuyuko was not dead, she felt relieved, but also felt a little resentful towards Yuyuko.

If Yuyuko had not treated the royal court coldly, or had simply joined the royal court, she would not have to worry about it to this extent.

Moreover, she might have already climbed into King Douya's bed, joined forces with Feng Ji, and established her own position in the royal court.

"Then go down and do your work."

Yi Ji was about to leave when she heard this, but suddenly she thought of something and spoke immediately.

"My Lord, Master Yuyuko-sama has prepared the Emperor's Festival. The sword Ame-no-Murakumo will be unsealed the day after tomorrow. Do you think we should proceed as planned?"

"No need to go through so much trouble."

Douya showed a careless look on his face, "Thanks to your reminder, I almost forgot about it."

His tone was calm, "Kill all of the Emperor's lineage, leaving no one alive. I will take the so-called three sacred artifacts myself."

Hearing this cold order, Yiji's expression remained normal - as long as she was not involved, even if Douya arranged to massacre everyone in Kyoto, she would say "My Lord is wise"!

Yi Ji walked away gracefully, her waist swaying like a willow in the wind, her long silver-gray hair swaying lightly around her waist. As soon as she was sure that she was out of her master's sight, she immediately stopped her seductive behavior.

Her bare hands gently gathered the palace dress, and in a blink of an eye, she had tidied up the loose collar meticulously, completely covering up her snow-white skin and delicate bones.

The black belt tightened, and the body that was as charming as a snake just now stood straight as a pine tree.

She raised her hand to wipe away the remaining charm from the corners of her eyes, the spring love in her brows turned into awe, the smile at the corners of her lips turned into dignity, and even the ambiguous red marks on the side of her neck were covered by the high collar, and in an instant she turned into a dignified lady.

Yiji has a clear understanding of her own positioning.

In front of King Douya, she is a warm jade that can be played with at will.

But in front of outsiders, she is a goddess who can be admired from afar but not desecrated.

Suddenly, footsteps were heard in the distance, and she immediately pulled up her collar half an inch, leaving her wrists uncovered.

after all--

How could he allow others to even get a glimpse of the texture of the Douya King's private property?

Yiji looked up and saw a human-dog crawling towards her, grunting. Disgust and contempt suddenly appeared in her eyes.

"Although the Lord said that he would deal with all of you, he didn't say how."

"It's a good opportunity to recycle waste. I must create more value for my master."

Yiji walked forward with a smile.

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Touga on the other side also arrived at the depths of the imperial palace, passed through the twelve vermilion lacquered torii gates, and arrived at the end of the stone steps.

Within the barrier formed by the seven-fold rope, the altar is like a shrine floating in a halo of light.

Dou Ya stepped in, and the outermost straw knot broke without warning, and the hanging paper turned into ashes before it hit the ground.

His shattered golden demon pupils reflected the distorted halo within the barrier - those sacred barriers that were supposed to repel demonic power were now melting away layer by layer like spring snow encountering the scorching sun.

The second barrier turned into scattered glass fragments; the third barrier evaporated like melting ice; when the fourth barrier collapsed, it emitted the mournful cry of a broken Kagura bell.

The thousand-year-old sacred tree altar cracked the moment his toes landed, and the royal chrysanthemum pattern on the five-colored silk curled up into charred waste cloth.

At the center of the altar, the three sacred artifacts simultaneously let out their dying wail—

The Yata Mirror on the wooden platform on the left suddenly cracked with a clang, and silver-white divine blood oozed out from the spider-web-like cracks on the mirror surface.

The lenses that once illuminated Takama-ga-hara peeled off one after another, turning into pale sparks and dissipating before falling to the ground.

The Yasakani no Magatama on the right made a crisp sound like broken glass, and its crystal jade body exploded into a sky full of stars.

Every flying particle of jade left a divinely disintegrating light tail in the air, like a meteor shower falling in reverse.

"Qiang——!"

The Ame-no-Murakumo sword in the center trembled violently, and the scabbard was torn into countless cracks by the surging black air.

Resentment as thick as substance gushed out from the mouth of the sword. The black air twisted into countless wronged souls screaming in pain, but they were still unable to break free from the constraints of the sword.

Dou Ya looked down upon the final struggle of the divine artifacts with cold eyes. As his robe sleeves rolled up, the power of Senluo that devoured everything descended like an abyssal sea, swallowing up all three divine artifacts.

The three sacred artifacts that had been worshipped for hundreds of years suddenly burst out with massive power of faith and divine power.

The fragments of the Eight-foot Mirror turned into thousands of bright moon afterimages, the Yasakani no Magatama exploded into a galaxy of light points of faith, the sword Ame-no-Murakumo spewed out a black tide of resentment that covered the sky, and the evil spirits' wails for mercy could be faintly heard.

These divine powers that had been worshipped for hundreds of years collided wildly in the Senluo space, but ultimately could not escape the fate of being swallowed.

The strengthened Ringing Cauldron shone brightly, and countless spiritual patterns lit up on its gilded body.

The first refinement - purify the impurities of faith and refine it into gilded divine light.

The second refining - purifying the essence of the artifact and condensing it into frosty crystals.

The third refinement - fuse the essence of the two and transform it into a dark golden river of light flowing across the sky.

Being thrown into the devouring space and waiting for Douya's real body to turn over, the feathered fox bound by the tortoise shell had a face full of shame, anger and coldness, and now there was a look of shock on his face.

The shock reached its peak especially when the Tianzhi Zongyun Sword was crushed into powder and the evil spirit inside let out a heart-wrenching wail before finally turning into a wisp of green smoke and dissipating.

And ridiculous and lamentable emotions surged in her heart - the pride she once had in being able to control the artifact was completely shattered.

The snow-white body under the gorgeous clothes stopped struggling. Yuyi Fox slowly closed her eyes, allowing the red rope to leave deeper marks, and her whole body exuded a sense of despair.

Dou Ya lightly hooked his fingertips, and a ray of essence power leaped into his palm from the devouring space.

In that halo, one could vaguely see the shadows of successive emperors kneeling, the talismans floating by as priests prayed, and even the sighs of the gods.

"Just a false god."

Dou Ya flipped his palm and crushed the halo, and the faint light splashed by the explosion illuminated his cold profile.

Let those once sacred powers drift like dust among the ruins.

At the same time, in the devouring space, the essence of the three divine artifacts intertwined and sublimated in the void.

A gorgeous and incomparable demon sword gradually took shape——

The blade is like the moonlight, shining with the silver light of the Yata Mirror, and the blade pattern is like a galaxy pouring down.

The hilt of the sword is inlaid with fragments of Yasakani no Magatama, and it is crystal clear.

The dark resentment of the Ame no Murakumo sword wrapped around the hilt transformed into dark golden dragon scale patterns, which looked lifelike.

He took it out with Dou Qi, and when he swung it, the light trace it left was like the tail of a meteor.

His fingertips stroked the blade, and his demonic eyes reflected this peerless and fierce blade that combined divinity and demonic power.

It just happened to be the fusion of Tessaiga and Tensoga - the perfect carrier for Tensoga!

It is also the last holy sword among the three swords of Wang Ting, Heaven, Earth and Man!

Chapter 201: One person achieves enlightenment, chicken and dog ascend to heaven

Yuanzhou, the royal court.

Douya gently put Akasha down.

He put on his clothes and walked out of the hall. The night wind carried the lingering warmth across the corridor.

The bright moon hangs in the sky, casting a silver glow on the magnificent castle tower.

Overlooking the foothills, the lights of thousands of homes are like stars falling into the mortal world, making this palace standing on the top of the mountain look even more like a jade building.

Dou Ya's five fingers reached into the void, and as the space rippled, Tianyu Ya's blade, covered in moonlight, slowly appeared.

His slender fingers stroked the blade, his eyes reflected the demon sword that carried his greatest power, and a look of satisfaction appeared at the corner of his mouth.

The plot of the original novel has been completely changed. The so-called three most powerful swords in the world are nothing but scrap metal now.

Among the three sacred swords of the royal court today.

The tooth is born white as the moon, and the cycle of life and death flows as the knife pattern flows, carrying the power of creation of Dou Ya to bless all living beings.