The God of Heavens

Chapter 134: Iron Hoofs Trampling the Snow

The Yin-Yang Sect has been passed down for 200,000 years. Its sacred city stretches for hundreds of miles, majestic and magnificent, and is where dragon veins converge. But now it has collapsed, and the Yin-Yang Sect is like losing its parents.

The black city wall that stretched for hundreds of miles broke like rotten wood, and the ancient array pattern engraved with it for two hundred thousand years crumbled inch by inch.

In the smoke and dust, the dragon veins wailed, the earth's energy boiled, and the entire divine city seemed to be pressed into the ground by an invisible giant hand.

The monks who were watching the battle from afar were already so horrified that they were speechless.

"The Yin-Yang Sect... is finished!" An old monk's voice trembled, and the whisk in his hand fell to the ground with a "click".

"Crack!"

A bronze plaque engraved with the words "Yin Yang Yong Zhen" fell from the city gate tower and smashed into the ruins.

Smoke and dust rose up, and the words on the plaque were buried by rubble, as if symbolizing that this great sect with a history of 200,000 years was coming to an end today.

"what--!"

Deep in the ruins, an elder of the Yin-Yang Sect had disheveled hair and red eyes. He frantically urged his magic power to stabilize the collapsed city wall, but the underground dragon vein had already been extracted by Lin Yu with the source technique, and the foundation of the entire divine city was rapidly collapsing.

"Lin Yu! You destroyed the foundation of my sect and will be punished by God!" He roared to the sky, his voice as shrill as a ghost.

However, the only response he received was a cold gaze from the sky.

Lin Yu stepped on the void, his black hair flying, chaotic energy lingering around him, the hell furnace behind him was burning fiercely, and the pure fire from heaven was falling, burning all the resistance into nothingness.

He said calmly, "The Yin-Yang Cult has colluded with the Killer Divine Dynasty and attacked me repeatedly. The destruction of the Cult today is nothing but the cycle of cause and effect."

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand and pressed——

"boom!"

The last section of the city wall collapsed with a loud bang, and smoke and dust rose into the sky, covering half of the sky.

In the distance, everyone watching the battle was terrified.

"Is it true that a supreme sect is going to be destroyed today?" A monk murmured to himself, as if he couldn't believe what he saw.

"The lineage of Master Yuan Tian is so terrifying!" A dragon-seeking master was pale. He knew better than others how incredible Lin Yu's methods were. Not only did he extract the dragon vein of the Yin-Yang Sect, he also used the source technique to change the world, causing this divine city to "kill" itself!

"Quick! Send a message back to the Holy Land immediately. From today on, you must never provoke the Holy Son Yaoguang!" An elder of the Holy Land shouted in a low voice with unprecedented solemnity.

All the major forces in Zhongzhou were completely shocked at this moment.

The Yin-Yang Sect, a behemoth that has stood for 200,000 years, is about to collapse in one day!
And the one who did all this was just a young cultivator who had just stepped into the secret realm of Xiantai!
"kill!"

At Lin Yu's command, 30,000 soldiers moved together, rushing towards Yin Yang City like a surging tide. Silver armor shone in the sunlight, cold light flashed, shouts of killing shook the sky, and the fighting spirit burned like a raging fire.

The Yaoguang army was filled with experts. Those cultivators who had reached the Dragon Transformation Realm, emitting a powerful aura, were the first to rush into the city.

Their bodies moved like lightning, their weapons swung, stirring up bloody sprays. Each attack contained the power to annihilate heaven and earth, and wherever they struck, disciples of the Yin-Yang Sect fell in droves.

"Kill them! Kill them and create a peaceful world. Let the Yin-Yang Cult be destroyed from this land!"

Zhang Lingshu shouted.

"Kill!" Behind Zhang Lingshu, the silver-armored army of the Yaoguang Holy Land surged forward like a torrent of steel. Dozens of powerful figures within the army surged with spiritual energy, their auras surging. Their eyes were fixed with determination, and like fearless gods of war, they charged towards the Yin-Yang Cult camp with a roar.

"Destroy the Yin-Yang Sect, restore peace to the world, and make them pay for their evil deeds!" The silver-armored army roared in unison, and their voices gathered together like rolling thunder, shaking the earth slightly, and the surrounding space seemed to be distorted by this majestic momentum.

"Yin Yang Sect, eternal and immortal!"

The Yin-Yang Sect was not willing to be outdone. They used various secret techniques and magic weapons to try to resist the attack of the Yaoguang Holy Land.

The divine city collapsed, the ancient formation was broken, and they were facing a desperate situation. Now the only way to survive was to hold out until the ancient saint woke up.

"Yaoguang Holy Land has gone too far. When the ancient saint awakens, all of you will be killed without a burial place!"

The air was filled with blood and deafening shouts of killing echoed everywhere. Dense magical lights and the cold light of sharp blades intertwined and flashed. The Yaoguang Holy Land and the Yin-Yang Sect launched a life-and-death battle, which was thrilling and seemed like purgatory had descended.

Blood splattered like a stream, and broken limbs and arms were scattered all over the ground along with the falling bodies. The scene was extremely tragic.

Zhang Lingshu, holding the Purple Lightning Sword and the ancient bronze shield, rushed bravely to the front like a celestial god of war.

The purple lightning sword glows brightly, and every time it is swung, it seems to split the sky and the earth apart; the ancient bronze shield is engraved with mysterious runes, which is indestructible, simple and heavy.

The king's magic weapon has infinite power. A single piece is enough to allow the holder to rule the world, and Zhang Lingshu holds two of them at the same time, which makes him even more powerful.

"The Yin-Yang Cult has committed countless evil deeds. Today is the day you will die!"

Zhang Lingshu roared, the purple lightning sword was wielding all sorts of energy, the ancient bronze shield was indestructible, and they fought fiercely on the ruins of the Yin-Yang Sect's sacred city.

At this moment, he was like a god of war, facing the siege of several Yin-Yang Sect masters at the same time, but he was not at a disadvantage at all.

I saw his figure was as fast as lightning, and he swung the purple lightning sword in his hand quickly. The sword light was sharp, like a dragon emerging from the sea. Wherever the sword energy went, the space seemed to be torn apart, making a "sizzling" sound.

"Kill, my Yin Yang Sect will never let you off easily."

Although the members of the Yin-Yang Sect were in a desperate situation, they still fought stubbornly, like trapped beasts.

They only have a glimmer of hope in their hearts - waiting for the ancient saint to wake up and turn the tide; otherwise, everything will be destroyed and the mountains and rivers will be stained with blood.

"kill--!"

Roars of fury reverberated through the heavens, as cultivators on both sides fought frantically. Blood splattered amidst the flashing of swords and sabers, and where magical powers collided, corpses piled up like mountains. This battle was a fight to the death, ending only with the utter annihilation of one side.

"Zheng——"

A sharp sword sound cut through the battlefield, the sky and the earth suddenly changed color, and the previous generation of the Yin-Yang Sect's Holy Leader stepped into the air.

This powerful figure, who had terrorized Zhongzhou five thousand years ago, wielded the Yin-Yang Immortal Slaying Sword, its blade swirling with black and white energy. Every step he took shook the very air. "Young man, let me see the true quality of Yaoguang's divine king weapon!"

The old Saint Lord's hair and beard stood up, and the Yin-Yang Immortal Sword suddenly split into two. The black sword turned into the Nine Nether Cold Prison, and the white sword ignited the true fire of the sun. The two completely opposite forces actually blended perfectly.

Zhang Lingshu's expression was solemn. The Purple Lightning Divine Sword emitted a dragon's roar, and the ancient runes on the ancient bronze shield illuminated one after another. The confrontation between the two supreme divine weapons made the cultivators within a thousand miles feel nervous.

"war!"

The old Saint Master struck first, his two swords clashing and slashing with a hundred-foot-long blade. Zhang Lingshu raised his shield to block the blow, but was knocked back three steps, the ground beneath his feet cracking. Before he could even catch his breath, the yin and yang energies transformed into chains that encircled him.

"break!"

The Purple Lightning Sword's lightning flashed, and Zhang Lingshu soared into the sky, becoming one with his sword. The old Saint Lord sneered and changed his tactics, suddenly combining his two swords in a chaotic sword energy that tore through the sky.

"Boom——"

The two kingly powers collided, the aftermath leveling every building within a ten-mile radius. Zhang Lingshu's jaws shattered, and tiny cracks appeared on the ancient bronze shield. The old Saint Lord was also suffering, his white hair singed by the electric current.

“Yin and Yang reversed!”

The old Saint Lord suddenly changed his tactics, his twin swords tracing a mysterious trajectory. Zhang Lingshu suddenly felt his spiritual energy turbulent, threatening to flow backwards. In this critical moment, he bit his tongue and sprayed a mouthful of blood onto the Purple Lightning Divine Sword.

"Thunder!"

The sword suddenly erupted with blinding lightning, and nine thunder dragons roared out. The old Saint Lord hastily changed his tactics, and the Yin-Yang Immortal-Slaying Sword formed a Tai Chi diagram before him. In that split second, Zhang Lingshu suddenly abandoned his shield and, grasping the sword with both hands, thrust straight into the center of the Tai Chi diagram.

“Crack—”

A crack appeared in the Tai Chi diagram, and the Purple Lightning Sword rushed in. But Zhang Lingshu continued to move forward, using his last bit of strength to pierce the old Saint's shoulder.

"Ah!" The old Saint Lord was furious. He swung his sword back and struck Zhang Lingshu in the chest. Blood immediately dyed his robe red.

They both fell simultaneously, only to bounce back up the instant they touched the ground. Both were now at the end of their strength, and the outcome depended on their next move.

"Yin and Yang are annihilated!" The old saint master burned his blood and essence, and his two swords turned into giant blades hundreds of feet long.

Zhang Lingshu took a deep breath, and suddenly threw the magic sword out, while forming seals with his hands: "The Thunder Emperor has arrived!"

The lightning sword exploded in mid-air, transforming into a sea of ​​thunder. Just as the old Saint Master's vision was obstructed, Zhang Lingshu appeared behind him and slapped him on the back.

"puff--"

The old Saint Lord spat out a mouthful of black blood, and the Yin-Yang Immortal-Slaying Sword fell from his hand. He turned around with difficulty, only to see Zhang Lingshu also staggering, with a deep wound on his chest that showed the bone.

"Good... good Yaoguang..." The old Saint Lord fell to the ground with a bang, and the light in his eyes gradually faded.

“Old leader!”

The Yin-Yang Sect members let out heart-wrenching wails and watched helplessly as the previous Holy Lord fell.

Several saint-level figures had bloodshot eyes and rushed forward madly with the Yin-Yang Secret Sword in hand. Among them, three supreme elders of the first level of the Immortal Platform attacked in anger.

"The divine elephant suppresses the prison, and the light shines everywhere!"

Lin Yu stood at the center of the army, his body radiating with countless divine runes of light. These divine runes spread like living things, instantly connecting the thirty thousand Yaoguang Iron Cavalry. On the silver armor of each soldier, intricate divine runes appeared.

"Gate of Hell, open!"

One hundred and eight dark portals ripped open in the void, and immense infernal energy surged forth, precisely guided by the divine runes of light. The profoundly yin power of hell and the profoundly yang light of the Divine King's curse formed a perfect cycle within the military formation.

"boom!"

The army suddenly stopped.

Thirty thousand cavalrymen raised their heads at the same time, and the same golden light shone under their visors.

"Is this... the unity of the military soul?"

"kill--!"

The Yaoguang army swept across the entire divine city like a silver tide. Iron hooves crushed the bluestone, the cold light of war spears illuminated the sky, and a murderous aura rose to the sky.

This expeditionary force, led by the elders of Xiantai and led by elite dragon warriors, now displayed its terrifying and indestructible combat power.

The remaining saintly sons of the Yin-Yang Cult still fought tenaciously. Once the young prodigies of the Four Extreme Secret Realms, they were now cornered like trapped beasts.

Some used the Yin-Yang Wheel to cleave the void; others burned their blood and essence to perform forbidden mystical techniques. But in front of the Yaoguang Iron Cavalry, these struggles seemed so pale.

"Array up!"

Following a command, the seventy-two Dragon Transformation Realm warriors suddenly changed their formation. Clad in heavy silver-scale armor and armed with two-foot-long formation-breaking spears, they unexpectedly formed the phantom of a silver Suan Ni in mid-air as they charged.

As the iron cavalry passed by, the magic weapons offered by the saints of the Yin-Yang Sect shattered like paper, and those secret techniques that were said to be able to move mountains and overturn seas melted like snow in the murderous aura of the army.

"No--"

A Yin-Yang Saint had barely slashed with his sword when he was simultaneously pierced by three Formation-Breaking Spears. The cavalry's charge, still unabated, carried his remains forward, ultimately trampling them into a pulp.

Another saint screamed and offered a protective jade talisman, but she and the talisman were smashed to pieces in the silver torrent.

The Xiantai Elder commanded the central army, casting a net of heaven and earth with a wave of his hand. Those Yin-Yang Cult elites who attempted to escape were strangled by invisible restrictions as soon as they reached mid-air.

Amidst the rain of blood, wherever Yaoguang's battle flag pointed, only shocking bloodstains remained among the ruins.

When the last squadron of silver-armored heavy cavalry marched across the central square, the once-dominant Yin-Yang Sect saints had all been reduced to crimson mud beneath their boots. The cavalry's formation remained perfectly intact, as if they had only crushed ants.

(End of this chapter)