The God of Heavens

Chapter 131: The Dragon Slash breaks the Wuji Formation, and the Dragon Patterned Cauldron suppresses the Yin-Yang City

The Eastern Branch of the Yin-Yang Cult is located deep in the Longji Mountains in the eastern part of Zhongzhou. The mountains here are like the winding back of a dragon, and nine spiritual veins are hidden underground where Yin and Yang converge. It is one of the most important mineral vein strongholds of the Yin-Yang Cult.

The Yin-Yang Sect has been operating here for hundreds of years, and has set up the famous "Yin-Yang Infinite Array", which is presided over by three supreme elders from the second level of the Immortal Platform, and 3,000 elite disciples patrol day and night.

On this day, as the sun rose, the Longji Mountains were shrouded in a solemn and murderous atmosphere.

"Rumble--"

A deafening roar echoed from the sky, and one hundred and eight rays of divine light streaked across the air, like a god descending from heaven. Li Daoqing, his white robes fluttering, stepped upon the Jade God Pagoda. The divine ring behind him shone like the sun, illuminating the entire mountain range with a golden glow.

His eyes were like lightning, sweeping across the palace complex below him. He said in a cold voice, "The Yin-Yang Cult colluded with the Killer Dynasty to attack and kill my Yaoguang Saint Son. Today, their blood debt must be paid with blood!"

Before he finished speaking, the seventy-two elite Yaoguang disciples had already formed up. These disciples, all clad in silver armor and wielding spears, each possessed a powerful aura, even the weakest of whom had reached the level of the Dragon Transformation Realm.

They stepped on the seven stars, pointed their spears at the sky, and the vital energy of heaven and earth suddenly gathered together madly, condensing into a thousand-foot golden sword above the sky.

"break!"

At Li Daoqing's command, the golden sword slashed down with devastating force. Even before the blade reached its target, the terrifying sword energy had already shredded all the ancient trees within a ten-mile radius, shattered the rocks, and caused the earth to shake.

"Oh no! It's the Yaoguang Holy Land's 'Immortal Slaying Sword Formation'!" Inside the altar, the three supreme elders' expressions changed drastically. The leading black-robed elder shouted sternly, "Sacrifice the Yin-Yang Infinite Bell!"

Three hundred disciples simultaneously formed hand seals, and nine earth veins of dragon energy surged into the sky, transforming into black and white energy that intertwined to form a Tai Chi diagram. The shadow of an ancient bell emerged, its trembling ringing causing space to distort like ripples. A massive sword slashed at the Tai Chi diagram, unleashing a blinding burst of light, only to be repelled.

"You're resisting stubbornly!" Li Daoqing snorted coldly. Suddenly, a brilliant divine light illuminated the eighteenth floor of the Jade God Tower. A crystal-clear guillotine pierced through the air, its blade radiating a kingly aura. It was none other than the "Dragon Slashing Guillotine," one of the Jade God Tower's eighteen divine weapons.

"cut!"

The guillotine transformed into a hundred-foot-long cold light, pouring down like the Milky Way from the sky. The shadowy figure of the Wuji Bell, said to be able to determine the fate of the world, wailed in despair before this peerless sharp edge. The light curtain of the great formation shattered with a bang. Under the violent backlash of vital energy, hundreds of Yin-Yang Sect disciples exploded and died on the spot, and a bloody mist filled the sky.

"Kill! Leave no one alive!"

A torrent of silver armor poured into the altar like a tide. Wherever spears swung, blood and flesh flew. A Yaoguang master wielded a bronze spear, its tip gleaming with a brilliant azure light. Wherever he passed, Yin-Yang disciples fell like wheat. With a long roar, the spear transformed into a blue dragon, pinning an immortal elder to the stone pillar. Blood flowed along the ancient veins.

"This is too much!" the three Supreme Elders cried out in anger, their blood and essence burning at the same time. The shadows of two ancient mirrors, one black and one white, emerged. These were imitations of the Yin-Yang Cult's sacred weapon, the "Yin-Yang Mirror." While not even a fraction of the real thing, they still held terrifying power.

The black mirror shone towards Yaoguang's disciples, and instantly more than ten of them froze, their flesh and blood drying up at a speed visible to the naked eye; the white mirror shot out a blazing light, and wherever it passed, the rocks melted. One powerful man was unable to dodge, and his left arm instantly turned into bones.

A cold glint flashed in Li Daoqing's eyes, and the seventh floor of the Jade God Tower roared open. A divine light as gentle as jade swept across, and the shadows of the two ancient mirrors melted away in the blink of an eye, like ice and snow meeting the blazing sun. He took a step forward, and his palm expanded to a hundred feet in size, like the sky pressing down on him, and he smashed a Supreme Elder into a pulp.

"escape!"

The remaining two elders, utterly horrified, transformed into streaks of light and attempted to flee. However, the Yaoguang disciples had already blocked them from all directions. A valiant female disciple wielded a silver whip, the shadow of a dragon emerging from the sea, lashing one elder's body to pieces. Another, struck by Li Daoqing through the air, pierced his forehead, annihilating his spirit.

The battle lasted barely half an hour, and the once-glorious eastern altar was reduced to ruins. Amidst the shattered walls, Li Daoqing stood with his hands behind his back, the Jade God Pagoda hovering above him, unstained by a drop of blood. He gazed westward and said calmly, "Next."

Hidden in an oasis amidst the vast desert, the Northern Altar appears lush and green, but conceals a dangerous aura. This is the secret base where the Yin-Yang Cult trains its assassins, and its underground labyrinth is filled with hidden killing arrays.

The most terrifying thing is the "Yin Yang Illusion Array" that covers the entire oasis. Anyone who enters it will lose all five senses. If they are not careful, they will fall into an endless illusion and be strangled silently by the array.

At noon, the sun was shining brightly in the sky, and suddenly there was a violent thunder and lightning over the oasis.

“Boom—”

A bolt of purple lightning split the sky, and Zhang Lingshu, riding the Purple Lightning Divine Sword, burst through the air. His hair was as white as snow, yet his face remained youthful. His purple robe rustled, and a fine wisp of lightning swirled around him. Behind him stood the thirty-six Yaoguang elites, all battle-hardened warriors.

"A mere illusion array, you dare to stop me?" Zhang Lingshu sneered, pointing his sword. The Purple Lightning Divine Sword soared into the sky, transforming into a thousand-foot-long thunder dragon. The thunder dragon roared, spewing thunderbolts from its mouth. Wherever it passed, the void distorted, and hidden array patterns appeared and shattered.

The oasis suddenly shifted. The dense palm trees vanished, revealing the eerie entrance to the underground palace. Dozens of black-clad warriors emerged from the shadows, their faces numb, their eyes focused on killing. The poisoned daggers in their hands shone with a cold blue light.

"Form the Seven Star Demon Subduing Formation!"

The Yaoguang disciples quickly changed their formation, forming groups of seven, their spears interwoven into a net. One disciple with thick eyebrows and bright eyes shouted, "You demons and monsters, how dare you reveal yourselves!"

The war spear swept across, the blade bursting out with a sharp edge three feet long, severing the three dead men in half. Strangely, even though these dead men's heads were severed, their limbs were still twitching and crawling on the ground.

Zhang Lingshu spared no glance at the minions, his Purple Lightning Sword clearing the way as he charged deep into the underground palace. Suddenly, a river of blood erupted from the ground, its stench overwhelming. A red-haired old man emerged from the river, wielding a serrated longsword, its blade etched with ferocious ghostly faces. "Zhang Lingshu! I've been waiting for you!" the old man grinned, slashing with his longsword. The river of blood transformed into countless wronged souls, their shrill howls trembling the very soul.

"Blood Blade Demon? I didn't expect your old bones to still be alive." Zhang Lingshu scoffed. With a flick of his left hand, an ancient bronze shield emerged. Ancient runes were engraved on the shield. With a gentle shake, golden light surged forth, purifying the Blood River's wronged souls.

"How is this possible?!" The old man was horrified. Before he could recover, the Purple Lightning Divine Sword had already pierced his chest like thunder. Zhang Lingshu flicked his wrist, and thunder erupted. The old man's body exploded, and blood rained down.

Deep within the underground palace, a bronze coffin suddenly exploded. A skinny, mummy corpse slowly rose to its feet, ghostly green will-o'-the-wisp flickering in its eye sockets. This was the Yin-Yang Cult's previous generation of punishment elders, imprisoned for a century, now awakened by the presence of a powerful enemy.

"Junior, you're looking for death!" The voice of the mummy was like the friction of sandpaper. It raised its withered claws, and the whole underground palace was suddenly filled with howling cold winds. Countless pale arms stretched out from the walls, trying to drag people into the underworld.

Zhang Lingshu laughed out loud: "Old ghost, I will send you to the afterlife!"

He bit his tongue and spat a mouthful of blood onto the Purple Lightning Divine Sword. The sword suddenly erupted in lightning, resonating with the ancient bronze shield and transforming into a pillar of lightning over ten feet in diameter. Wherever the pillar passed, the dark wind dissipated, and the ghost hand was reduced to ashes.

"No!" the mummy screamed miserably as it was completely engulfed by the lightning. When the light faded, only a handful of ashes remained.

With the core destroyed, the entire northern altar began to crumble. Zhang Lingshu soared into the sky on his sword, carrying all thirty-six disciples with him without a single casualty. He swung his sword, a thousand-foot-long blade emanating from it completely flattening the entrance to the underground palace. The violent sword energy even split the oasis in two, creating a bottomless chasm.

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"The third branch of the Yin-Yang Sect has been destroyed!" A Yaoguang disciple came riding a divine rainbow, with a blood-stained battle flag in his hand.

"The ninth branch has been destroyed!" Another light of escape came, and then good news came in frequently, and the Yin-Yang Sect branch collapsed at the first touch.

"Ha ha!"

Zhang Lingshu returned from another battlefield with a big laugh, the purple lightning sword in his left hand crackling, and the ancient bronze shield in his right hand glowing with divine light. These were the two kingly divine weapons bestowed by Lin Yu.

"That's awesome! That Yin Yang Sect elder couldn't even block my sword!"

"Thank you for your hard work, elder. We will soon reach the heartland of the Yin-Yang Sect." Lin Yu nodded.

In the sky, the dragon-patterned black gold tripod sank and floated, dropping thousands of chaotic energy. Lin Yu stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the Yin-Yang Divine City looming in the distance: "Send the order, go straight to the main altar!"

Across the vast land of Zhongzhou, a silent army advanced like a tide, the earth trembling. Thirty thousand silver armors gleamed coldly, and the shadows of seventy-two immortal mountains obscured the sky.

The world was completely silent, with only the clang of clashing spears adding to the oppressive atmosphere.

In the major cities of Zhongzhou, the monks were discussing the matter.

"Have you heard? Yaoguang has already broken through the Yin Yang Sect's eighteen altars!"

"Impossible? The branches of the Yin-Yang Sect are all managed by powerful people!"

"It's absolutely true! My senior brother saw it with his own eyes. Elder Zhang Yaoguang split the mountain protection formation of the seventh branch altar with a single sword strike!"

In half a month, Yaoguang's army was unstoppable, destroying every branch of Yin-Yang Sect and suppressing countless disciples of Yin-Yang Sect, and finally arrived at the headquarters of Yin-Yang Sect.

Gazing into the distance, at the edge of the vast land, lies a towering ancient city. From afar, an auspicious aura curls upward, a myriad of colorful lights interweave, filling the air with sacred peace.

This place is the pure land of the Yin-Yang Sect. Many sects in Zhongzhou build cities to nourish the dragon veins, and after more than 200,000 years, this place has become a sacred place.

The ancient city walls are majestic, stretching like a black steel Great Wall. The bricks and stones are heavy and imbued with a sense of power. The entire city rises from the ground, as if breaking through the clouds, exuding supreme majesty.

Above the sky, an iron-blooded battle array unfolded. Thirty thousand silver-armored monks, their spears like a forest, ripped through the clouds. As they flew past, the strong winds they stirred bent the treetops of the mountains below.

Seventy-two floating immortal mountains rumbled forward, runes swirling across their surfaces. Atop each mountain stood a mighty figure, robes fluttering, a magical weapon in hand emitting divine light. The entire army stretched for a hundred miles, obscuring the sky and the sun.

Lin Yu rode a golden dragon chariot and flew in front. Nine dragons pulled the chariot, and the dragon's roar shattered the clouds.

He stood with his hands behind his back, the gate of hell looming behind him, and the chaotic energy rolled behind him like a cloak.

The black gold tripod with dragon pattern above his head was floating up and down, and the descending dark yellow energy dyed half of the sky dim.

(End of this chapter)