The God of Heavens

Chapter 130: Jiulong pulls the palace to conquer Zhongzhou, Yaoguang’s cavalry tramples on Yin and Yang!
In front of the Holy City's stone archway, several Originists were arguing fiercely: "The Yin-Yang Sect's Dragon Vein Formation can only be broken by a Saint!"

"Don't forget that Lin Yu is the descendant of Yuan Tianshi!" One of them suddenly pointed to the sky, "Look!"

Suddenly, a golden light pierced the sky above the holy city. Lin Yu stood in the clouds with his hands behind his back, and the entire sky suddenly turned into a mirror reflecting the truth.

The image that made the whole world tremble was reflected——

Several powerful people from the Yin-Yang Sect besieged Ye Fan outside the Holy City, but were suppressed by a huge hand that covered the sky. The scene of the Supreme Elder contacting the Killer Divine Dynasty was pulled out of his mind; when the Holy Body was breaking through, people from the Yin-Yang Sect attacked; King Haoming was defeated by the Hell Furnace and turned into rain of light and dissipated.

"This can't be fake!" An ancient family ancestor exclaimed in shock, "The Yin-Yang sect's secret technique fluctuations in the brand cannot be faked at all!"

The entire Holy City erupted in excitement. The leaders of the factions who had been watching from the sidelines now looked ashen. Some secretly crushed the jade slips used to send messages, while others hurriedly recalled their reinforcements.

"If you want evidence, I'll give you enough." Lin Yu's voice was as cold as ice. "If you want a fight, I'll fight you to the end."

The image of the branding spread across the Five Realms at an astonishing speed. Upon viewing it, the head of an ancient family in Zhongzhou shattered his teacup with a bang, "A war between the two sacred places will surely rage for a hundred thousand miles!"

Outside the holy city, thirteen brilliant streams of light streaked across the sky—it was the spectacular sight of the thirteen Yaoguang Immortal Platform elders riding their dragon chariots to go to war.

On the ground, the independent cultivators all looked up and said, "The elders of Yaoguang Holy Land are heading to the Yin-Yang Sect's Origin Mine. This is really going to change the world!"

In the Western Desert, Mount Xumi, the highest mountain in the Big Dipper star field, stands proudly above the heavens and earth with a height of 84,000 yojanas. It is surrounded by several sacred mountains, and the Eight Treasures Pond at the foot of the mountain shimmers with waves.

Inside the temple, an old monk was meditating when his prayer beads suddenly broke, scattering to the ground. The head monk of the Arhat Hall rushed over and witnessed the scene. He clasped his hands together and sighed, "Amitabha, these are troubled times..."

Zhongzhou, the ancient Hua Dynasty.

Inside the Nine Dragons Palace, the Ancient Hua Emperor tapped lightly on the dragon table with his fingertips, and a piece of letter paper made of Nine Heavens White Jade shone with a bright white light on the table.

The immortal phoenix on the mark of the divine furnace seemed to be about to spread its wings and fly out. As the great sun pattern flowed, the entire hall was bathed in sacred light.

"What do you think about the Yin-Yang Sect incident? The Jiang family member's message is very clear. Try not to involve too many holy places."

The dragon energy around the Ancient Hua Emperor surged, like the Emperor of Heaven descending upon the earth. "The Yin-Yang Cult has indeed become more and more unscrupulous in recent years."

He snorted coldly, and a jade scroll flew out from his sleeve. After it unfolded in the air, dozens of pictures emerged - all of them were evidence of the Yin-Yang Sect secretly slaughtering mortal cities to practice evil skills.

"The Yin-Yang Cult thought they had done it perfectly." A cold glint flashed in the eyes of the Great Xia Emperor. "Now that Yaoguang has taken action, it has saved us a lot of trouble."

The envoy of the Jiuli Divine Dynasty suddenly chuckled: "Interestingly, the Yin-Yang Cult has secretly collected quite a few spirit children. I wonder what the reason is?"

The hall suddenly fell silent. Several emperors exchanged glances, and Emperor Guhua slowly put away the letter: "Pass the order, all dynasties' troops will remain stationary. As for those noble families who have friendly relations with the Yin-Yang Sect..."

He scratched a deep mark on the dragon table with his fingertips. "Let them decide for themselves."

Inside the Yin-Yang Sect's main hall, the ancient Yin-Yang mirror vibrated violently, and countless blood-colored runes appeared on the mirror surface.

Sect leader Wang Yangzhan's face turned ashen, and he smashed the jade table in front of him with a palm. "Pass my command! Immediately activate the protective formation, recall all disciples outside, and prepare all branches to prevent a surprise attack from the Yaoguang Holy Land!"

The thirty-six elders in the hall simultaneously formed seals. From the depths of the earth, dragon roars rose and fell. A brilliant light reached the sky, and above the divine city, a dense array of Dao patterns appeared. In an instant, runes blazed, and the light surged, enveloping the divine city tightly like a cocoon.

"It's not enough!" Wang Yangzhan bit his tongue and sprayed a mouthful of blood on the ancient mirror, "Activate the dusty Nine Yin and Nine Yang formation!"

The ancient mirror emitted a blinding blood-red light, and the entire altar suddenly shook violently. Nine beams of yin and yang light shot up into the sky, interweaving in the air to form a massive, sky-blocking yin and yang fish pattern, enveloping an area thousands of miles in radius.

He raised his hand and summoned a Yin-Yang Order, saying in a deep voice, "Great Elder, you will personally lead your men to the Sutra Library and transfer the Yin-Yang Heavenly Scripture and all the sacred texts to the Yin-Yang Small Realm."

"Second Elder, select thirty-six core disciples to escort the Holy Son and Holy Daughter to evacuate first." A cold light flashed in Wang Yangzhan's eyes. "The rest of you, follow me to guard the main altar!"

As for the Holy Son and Holy Daughter who were lost in the Yaoguang Holy Land, he no longer had any hope and just treated them as dead.

All the elders in the hall responded in unison. The Great Elder hesitated and asked, "Master, do you want to awaken the dormant essence?"

"We can prepare nine king ancestors first." Wang Yangzhan sneered and raised his hand to press on the Yin-Yang Ancient Mirror, "Let the people of Yaoguang see what 200,000 years of foundation means!"

As he finished speaking, the shadows of nine ancient bronze coffins suddenly appeared in the mirror. Each coffin corresponded to a secret place in the sect. At this moment, the coffin lids trembled simultaneously, giving off a sinister and eerie feeling.

At the same time, the sound of bells resounded within the Yaoguang Holy Land. Ninety-nine floating immortal mountains simultaneously shone with brilliant divine light. A dragon-patterned black gold tripod hovered above the main peak, emanating billions of chaotic auras like a curtain descending from the sky.

"Open the domain gate!" Li Daoqing gave an order, and seventy-two ancient formation platforms lit up at the same time.

Each array platform is engraved with the mysterious Taoist patterns left by the saints of Yaoguang throughout the ages. At this moment, they are all revived and interwoven into a brilliant light net covering the entire holy land.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The war drums of the Yaoguang Holy Land resounded through the heavens, and tens of thousands of disciples lined up in the Holy Land square. Silver armor shone in the sunlight, war spears formed a forest, and a murderous aura surged into the heavens.

There was a burning desire to fight in the eyes of every disciple, as if they wanted to set the entire sky on fire.

"Today, I, the disciple of Yaoguang, shall wash away the shame with blood!" Zhang Lingshu stepped into the air, his white hair flying.
"The Yin-Yang Cult has colluded with the Killer Dynasty to harm our Holy Son. This feud is irreconcilable!" The usually amiable elder was now filled with murderous intent, like a god of war.

“Fight! Fight! Fight!”

All the disciples roared in unison, their voices shaking the surrounding floating immortal mountains. The array patterns beneath their feet grew brighter and brighter, eventually transforming into seventy-two pillars of light that soared into the sky.

Lin Yu stood on the top of the main peak, with the gate of hell looming behind him, emitting a heart-pounding fluctuation.

He raised his hand and waved it, and the dragon-patterned black gold tripod let out a deafening roar, and nine phantoms of real dragons emerged one by one. Each dragon shadow was vivid and lifelike, and a terrifying pressure surged around it.

"Holy Lord, I'll leave the rest of the Yin-Yang Sect's strongholds in your care."

Lin Yu waved his hand and took out the Jade God Tower, handed it to Li Daoqing, and said: "This king's divine weapon, the Holy Lord, take it first. It is enough to eliminate all threats."

This eighteen-story pagoda is made entirely of mutton-fat jade iron. Each floor contains a king's divine weapon made of Nine Heavens Jade. It is magnificent and terrifying, and can be called a supreme treasure.

Li Daoqing took it solemnly and said in a deep voice: "Be careful. The Yin-Yang Sect has a deep foundation, so don't be careless."

In order to destroy the Yin-Yang Sect this time, many living fossils of the holy land were mobilized, including dozens of powerful monks.

If it weren't for Lin Yu's extraordinary strength and the fact that he possessed the source of life to replenish the life force of these old men, he might not have had the confidence to completely defeat the Yin Yang Sect.

After all, the Yin-Yang Sect will definitely reveal its full potential in the end, and there will be many powerful and king people among them.

"Junior brother, let's go!"

Li Daoqing laughed loudly, and the 108 divine rings behind him covered the sky and the sun, like a god descending from heaven.

All the disciples were in unison, and under the leadership of the supreme elders, they headed towards the domain gate.

The iron-blooded fighting spirit obscured the sky, and the cold light reflected by the silver armor made the sun and the moon pale in comparison.

"Junior brother, this time we can finally fight side by side." Yun Lan laughed heartily.

"Okay! Let's kill him together!" Lin Yu responded heroically, and then led 30,000 disciples into the domain gate.

"boom!"

Ancient teleportation arrays lit up one after another, and group after group of people entered the domain gate. No one spoke, but everyone's eyes burned with a blazing fighting spirit.

This is a silent army, brewing a shocking attack.

The land of Zhongzhou is vast and boundless. Four immortal dynasties, like giants in the sky, overlook the mountains and rivers. Nine dynasties, like brilliant stars, are scattered across the land. Hundreds of schools of thought and religions compete for their own dominance.

Among the various schools of thought and religions in Zhongzhou, the Yin-Yang Sect ranks among the top and can be called a holy place. Although it has never produced a great emperor or a supreme holy soldier, it can be compared with the four immortal dynasties.

"boom!"

Pitch-black domain gates opened one after another at the border of Zhongzhou, and team after team of silver-armored monks stepped out silently, each holding a spear that emitted cold light in his hand.

The murderous aura they exuded caused all the birds and beasts within a thousand miles to flee.

“Oh my god…” The casual cultivator on the distant mountaintop felt his legs weaken. “The Yaoguang Holy Land is going to conquer Yin and Yang and wipe out the Divine Cult!”

No one could have imagined that for the first time since the end of the Dark Age of Turmoil, a Holy Land would completely destroy another Immortal Legacy. This campaign was destined to shake the Five Realms!
The dragon sings in the sky!

In the clouds, nine winding and circling dragons swayed their bodies, dragging a fairy palace. They were majestic and domineering, breaking through the clouds and hanging in the sky.

On the golden dragon chariot at the head, Lin Yu stood with his hands behind his back, wearing the armor of gods, shining brilliantly, with thousands of layers of true energy interwoven into a formation, looking extremely majestic.

Above his head, a black gold tripod with dragon patterns floated up and down, and the descending chaotic aura covered half of the sky.

"That's the Holy Son of Yaoguang?!" In the ancient city of Zhongzhou, an old leader dropped his teacup to the ground with a clatter. "After 30,000 years, someone finally dared to take action against the Yin-Yang Sect."

"Roar!"

Suddenly, seventy-two floating immortal mountains broke through the clouds, and on each of them stood thirty-six silver-armored monks. The battle formation they formed made the entire world tremble.

In the teahouse, the storyteller's voice trembled: "Did you see those immortal mountains? The leaders are all powerful! Yaoguang is going to kill them all!"

"This battle is destined to be a bloodbath." The old monk muttered to himself as he watched the dark clouds approach. "The Yin-Yang Sect has been passed down for 200,000 years. Who will win?"

The sky was clear, a golden light pouring down. The holy flames of the Yaoguang army shone brightly, the mighty power of light cleansing the universe. The battle flags billowed, and a murderous aura soared to the sky. Wherever they went, the wind and clouds changed color, and all things trembled.

(End of this chapter)