The God of Heavens

Chapter 132: The Emperor's Tripod Overwhelms the Divine City, the King is Like an Ant
Wherever the army passed, the sea of ​​clouds parted, and the sun and moon dimmed. The monks in the city below looked up and saw silver armor reflecting the sun, a cold light piercing their eyes. The immortal mountain loomed overhead, shadows as black as ink, and the fighting spirit soared to the sky that it startled birds into the air.

"stop!"

Lin Yu suddenly raised his hand. Thirty thousand cultivators hovered in unison, their boots creating ripples in the air. The Seventy-Two Immortal Mountains instantly stopped, and the array patterns at the bottom of the mountains flickered, locking the spiritual energy within a radius of ten thousand miles.

"Oh my god! This military force is simply beyond belief!"

A young cultivator's legs went weak as he looked at the seventy-two immortal mountains that covered the sky. His voice trembled, "Thirty thousand silver armored warriors, they are all elite warriors above the Dao Palace Realm!"

The grey-robed old man beside him stroked his beard and sneered, "Young man, don't make rash judgments. The Yin-Yang Sect has a heritage of 200,000 years, and the living fossil sleeping underground has yet to emerge, not to mention the legendary holy weapon stained with divine blood. The Yaoguang Holy Land may not be able to get what it wants."

"But Saint Lin can defeat the king!" The young man in brocade clothes slammed the table and stood up, "Not to mention they also brought the ultimate imperial weapon!"

"Each activation of the Supreme Emperor's Weapon drains half of the Holy Land's spiritual energy. How long can a mere First Heaven Realm Immortal Stage last? It would be even more dangerous if he were to exhaust his strength."

"When two tigers fight, one is bound to be injured." An old monk stroked his beard and sighed, "But no matter who wins or loses, the situation in Zhongzhou will be greatly changed."

The Yin Yang Sect mobilized all its troops and stood ready for battle. The Nine Yin and Nine Yang formation was fully revived, with countless patterns flowing. Nine big suns and nine bright moons circled around one after another, and their brilliance reached the sky.

"Saint Son of Yaoguang, you are leading the elite troops of Yaoguang Palace to attack us. Are you really determined to fight to the death with my Yin-Yang Sect?"

Wang Yangzhan, the Holy Master of the Yin-Yang Cult, soared into the sky, wearing a purple-gold crown and a Yin-Yang Taoist robe. His face was frosted, his hands clasped behind his back, and a chilling, cold aura emanated from him, attempting to intimidate his enemies.

"The Yin-Yang Sect has colluded with the Killer Dynasty. Their crime is unforgivable. Today, I will destroy your sect!" Lin Yu's voice shook the sky. The dragon-patterned tripod swallowed up chaos, causing the patterns on the city wall to flicker.

Wang Yangzhan sneered: "How dare a mere junior talk about destroying the sect? My sect has a heritage of 200,000 years, how can you imagine it!"

"Foundation?" Lin Yu sneered. The foundation of the Yin-Yang Sect was nothing more than some dusty kings, and at most a few saints. How could he take them seriously?

"With your cunning behavior, let alone 200,000 years of heritage, even a million years wouldn't be enough to protect you!"

"presumptuous!"

Wang Yangzhan was furious. Although he tried his best to deny it, the matter had already spread throughout the five regions. The Yin-Yang Sect failed to kill people and instead had their souls searched, becoming a laughing stock for a while. However, as long as the Divine City was not lost, he had nothing to fear.

"Even so, what are you going to do?"

"Not much." The gate of hell behind Lin Yu suddenly opened, "Killing someone means paying with your life, it's only natural."

"Arrogant!" The gray-robed elder jumped down from the city wall. "You little brat, do you really think you can do whatever you want just because you have an imperial weapon? I will kill you right now."

Before he finished speaking, a flash of black light passed by. The elder's eyebrows were pierced and he was nailed to the city wall. Lin Yu slowly retracted the Spear of Hades: "Who else?"

Wang Yangzhan finally changed color. The blood of the Yin Yang Sect's Supreme Elder was spilled in the Divine City. Everyone in the world saw it, which undoubtedly announced Lin Yu's determination: "You brat! How dare you be so cruel? Even if your blood is spilled here today, it will not ease the hatred in my sect's heart! My Yin Yang Sect will come out in full force to grind you to ashes!"

"Stop talking nonsense." Lin Yu stepped into the air and said, "Today, either you commit suicide and apologize, or I will personally send you off!"

"Sacrifice to the Ancient Yin-Yang Mirror!"

Wang Yang knew that the Holy Son of Yaoguang was capable of fighting against the King of Zhandao, and he was not able to deal with it. However, this place had an ancient formation of sages, dragon veins connecting to gods, and there were also handed down holy weapons guarding the center, so he was not afraid of the other party.

He bit his tongue, his blood spurting onto the center of the altar. The eighteen supreme elders simultaneously formed seals, and ancient incantations lit up the city walls with a blood-red glow.

In the center of the altar, the legendary holy weapon that had been silent for a thousand years slowly rose up, and above the sky, nine suns and nine bright moons rotated alternately.

Boundless essence poured into the magic mirror, and the yin and yang energies on the mirror surface entangled like a dragon, evolving a Tai Chi Dao diagram that covered the sky and the sun above the sky.

As the Dao diagram rotated, the void collapsed and thousands of Daos wailed.

"Well done!"

Lin Yu leaped up, and the dragon-patterned black gold tripod vibrated violently. The nine black dragon patterns on the tripod awakened at the same time, turning into entities and swirling out.

Each black dragon spewed out chaotic divine flames that were powerful enough to burn the sky and boil the sea, and collided violently with the Tai Chi Dao diagram thousands of feet in the sky.

“Boom—boom—”

One was a supreme imperial weapon, the other a handed-down sacred weapon, yet blessed by the Dragon Vein Formation. The clash of these two weapons eclipsed heaven and earth. Every collision was like the collision of stars. The divine aura of the weapons was so powerful that it intimidated heaven and earth, shattering the clouds within a thousand miles.

The monks watching the battle were horrified to find that the ground beneath their feet was cracking, and the mountains in the distance were slowly collapsing in the aftermath. A ray of aftermath rushed straight into the sky, cutting off a large number of meteorites.

Less than half an hour later, Wang Yangzhan suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, his face as pale as paper. The eighteen elders were even more pale, and three of them died from ruptured meridians. The divine light emanating from the Yin-Yang Ancient Mirror began to flicker.

"Didn't you just shout that you wanted to destroy me, Yaoguang?" Lin Yu stood in the air, his robes rustling in the wind. "Why, you can't hold on anymore?"

Several powerful men wanted to repel him with a holy weapon handed down from generation to generation and an ancient formation of sages. They really couldn't tell the big king from the small one. Lin Yu really didn't know what these guys were thinking. Even the holy weapon gods hadn't revived yet, but they still wanted to touch the extremely powerful imperial weapon. Did they think they were holding a weapon of immortality?
"This is too much!" The purple-robed elder's eyes were bloodshot, and he turned around and knelt on the ground: "Please ask the ancestor to come out of seclusion!"

Wang Yangzhan trembled and crushed the jade talisman in his hand: "The sect is in misfortune. I have disturbed all the ancestors."

"boom!"

The divine city's earth veins suddenly exploded, sending nine blood-red beams of light shooting skyward. Nine ancient coffins rose from the earth, forcing the dormant Supreme Elders of the Yin-Yang Cult to awaken. The instant the coffin lids burst, the aura of a corrupted king swept across the heavens and earth. The youngest living fossil opened his cloudy eyes and spoke hoarsely, "Who disturbed me?"

Wang Yangzhan fell to his knees, his forehead pressed against the ground. He trembled and said, "Grandfather, please forgive me! The Yaoguang Holy Land has brought the imperial army to attack us. I am a dull disciple. Even if I unite with many elders and draw on the spiritual power of the earth veins, I am still no match for the Yaoguang Holy Son. I beg you to come out and fight them."

In an instant, another gray-robed old man suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes bloodshot, and shouted angrily: "You boy is useless!" Then he raised his hand and slapped Wang Yangzhan, who flew backwards like a kite with a broken string.

"How dare you, the little Saint Yaoguang, offend my Yin Yang Sect? You really don't know whether to live or die!"

The voice stopped abruptly - the nine living fossils looked out of the city at the same time. Lin Yu was holding the Spear of the Underworld, shining with holy light, surrounded by thousands of dragons, with a heroic and majestic demeanor, like a god descending from heaven.

"Is that the black gold tripod with dragon pattern?!" The pupils of the third purple-faced old man who woke up suddenly shrank.

The crowd watching the battle from afar suddenly became agitated:

"Oh my god! Isn't that the one on the far left the leader of the Yin-Yang Sect from five thousand years ago?"

"Could the one in the middle be the Yin-Yang Patriarch who suppressed the Eastern Wasteland eight thousand years ago?"

"Nine Slashing Kings! Now the Holy Son of Yaoguang..."

“Noisy.”

Lin Yu raised his hand and a divine light swept across a thousand miles, freezing the most noisy spectators in place.

He turned to the nine kings, a cruel smile on his face. "Old men, I'm here to kill—not to listen to your reminiscences."

The sun was shining brightly in the sky, Lin Yu stepped on the void, the aura around him was as deep as the sea, his eyes were like torches, shooting directly at the Yin Yang Sect's Divine City.

"Young man, do you know the price of disturbing our eternal sleep?"

Above the Divine City, the Central Ancestor slowly floated into the air, his Yin-Yang robe rustling. On his corpse-spotted face, his cloudy eyes narrowed slightly, a fierce light flashing in them, like two sharp swords:
"My Yin-Yang Sect has dominated Zhongzhou for hundreds of thousands of years. If you leave now, I can spare your life. Otherwise, I will surely destroy your soul!"

"I don't know, and I don't want to know." Lin Yu looked indifferent, with a mocking arc at the corner of his mouth, "You Yin Yang Sect colluded with the Killer Divine Dynasty, and dared to attack me. No one in heaven or on earth can save you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he burst forth like a bolt of pure white lightning. The spear of Hades, wrapped in an endless aura of holy light, pierced the old man's throat. The spear's tip tore through the air, and wherever it passed, space collapsed like shattered glass.

"Hmph, you don't know how to live or die!" The Central Ancestor snorted coldly, and quickly drew out a Taoist sword. The divine text on the sword body flashed, trying to resist Lin Yu's attack.

"clang!"

The grey-robed old man blocked with his sword, but the sword that had been forged for over five thousand years let out a mournful whine and broke at the moment it touched the spear of the Hades.

The old man retreated a hundred feet like a kite with a broken string. His skinny arms trembled constantly, and his face was filled with shock and fear. "You are just a half-step great power, how can you be so powerful?"

"Haha, didn't anyone from your Yin Yang Sect tell you that that old ghost King Hao Ming died at my hands?"

Lin Yu sneered and did not give the old man a chance to breathe. He appeared behind him like a ghost, and his right hand pointed like a knife, chopped down simply and directly with a whistling sound.

"King Haoming?"

The old man was puzzled, a murderous intent filling him. He hastily formed seals, and the Yin and Yang energies gathered frantically above his head, forming a black and white shield. At the same time, he shouted hysterically, "Impossible! You're just a half-step great power..."

"Crack--"

The shield was like a piece of fragile paper, shattering in an instant. Lin Yu's hand knife, wrapped in a devastating gust of wind, chopped straight towards the old man's crown, cutting all the way down his spine.

When the knife reached the old man's waist, a fierce energy burst out, and in an instant, half of the old man's body dissipated, turning into a cloud of blood mist. Scattered pieces of flesh and broken bones fell on the city wall, splashing a pool of blood.

"Old Seven!"

The purple-faced old man's eyes were bloodshot, and he roared to the sky, his voice shaking the whole area. He instantly summoned the Yin-Yang Wheel.

The divine wheel swelled against the wind, and in an instant it became a hundred feet tall. The rim of the wheel flashed with cold light, like thousands of sharp blades flying. "Little thief! I will tear you into pieces and avenge Old Seven!"

Lin Yu didn't dodge or evade, allowing the Yin-Yang Wheel to hit his chest. In an instant, sparks flew everywhere, dazzling and dazzling. Everyone thought Lin Yu would be seriously injured, but he reached out and grabbed the rim of the wheel, his five fingers deeply embedded in the Dao pattern, and sneered: "With this little ability, you dare to show your fangs and claws? Return it to you!"

Throwing it back with the backhand, the Yin-Yang Wheel rolled back at three times the speed.

Before the purple-faced old man could react, the magic weapon had already cut him in half like a deadly blade.

As his upper body slid down, he discovered with horror that the wound was wrapped in a glazed flame, which was devouring his soul at a speed visible to the naked eye. He trembled and said, "What kind of flame is this? How can it be so strange!"

"Hellfire is designed to burn the soul."

Lin Yu stepped over the old man's shattered lower body, and the soles of his boots left clear footprints in the pool of blood, as if walking in an empty space. "Don't worry, it's enough to burn for three quarters of an hour, and you can slowly feel the pain."

(End of this chapter)