The God of Heavens

Chapter 289 Hong Xuanji: I'm probably sick
In the blink of an eye, inside the tent, "Barbarian Demon" Cassie, along with hundreds of warriors and Taoist masters present, were all slaughtered by Lin Yu, leaving not a single one alive!
His current strength encompasses both martial arts and Taoist techniques, having achieved a complete mastery of both.

No matter the method, he can use it at will and do it at will. He has both the masculine energy of blood and qi and the ethereal nature of Taoist magic. Every move he makes is a killing move.

Swish!
A cold glint flashed across the sky.

The head of the "Barbarian Demon" Cassie flew up and was enveloped in clear light, followed closely by his massive body, which was shrunken rapidly under the azure light.

The corpse of a peak Martial Saint is a supreme treasure for cultivation, surpassing countless spirit beasts. It is excellent for alchemy and treasure forging, and is the best choice for forging ancient divine armor.

Such a demon should not be wasted; every drop must be collected carefully.

"This is the Gate of Illusion, a sub-artifact of the ancient Rashomon. By entering through this gate, one can come into contact with reality and reach the Fire Luo Imperial Palace?"

Lin Yu's gaze was sharp as he stared at the enormous canvas, ten zhang tall, before him. On the canvas, chaotic energy surged, faintly outlining a mysterious portal.

Without further hesitation, he waved his hand, and a burst of clear light enveloped him.

In an instant, he flashed and stepped directly into the illusionary door in front of the tent, which exuded a dangerous aura.

……

"Who?! Who did this?!" A furious roar ripped through the night sky. "Where is Prince Cassie? How could my warriors from the Western Regions suffer such heavy casualties?!"

Just after Lin Yu stepped into the illusion gate, a biting, eerie wind rushed into the tent, carrying with it a stench that sounded like centipedes crawling.

Suddenly, amidst the churning mist, a Taoist priest in a brown robe appeared. He had black hair and brown eyes, and his pupils seemed to conceal endless poison.

The newcomer gasped, his expression changing drastically as he stared at the corpses strewn across the ground: "The newcomer must be a top-tier expert! With my cultivation level, I am no match for him!"

brush brush --

Several gusts of cold wind swept by, transforming into five figures. They were dressed in different styles, including cultivators from the Western Regions and Taoist practitioners from the Central Plains, each exuding a profound aura.

"Heavenly Centipede, have you made any progress?" The lead white-robed cultivator was emaciated, holding a white bone scepter inlaid with a skull, his voice hoarse like sandpaper.

Venerable Centipede hurriedly bowed: "Reporting to Lord Mani, the culprit had already vanished by the time I arrived. However, the stellar energy here fluctuated violently just now, I'm afraid..."

"The 'Collection of Essence, Blood, and Vital Energy' records this as a sign of a Martial Saint breaking through to the Human Immortal realm." Lord Mani lightly tapped the ground with his bone scepter, his eyes flashing with a ghostly light. "I originally thought it was Prince Cassie breaking through, but now it seems..."

Before the words were finished, a loud shout tore through the sky.

"kill!"

Above the Western Regions army, a massive void rift appeared, and hundreds of warriors clad in divine armor flew through the air and charged in.

"The enemy leader has been eliminated by the Prince. All Yuan Chen Dragon Guards, follow me and raze this place to the ground!"

Zhao Hu waved his hand to put away the Creation Gourd and shouted sternly.

At this moment, his vital energy surged into the sky like smoke from a wolf's beacon, illuminating the night sky and making it glow. Clearly, he had broken through to the Martial Saint realm.

At the same time, several Martial Saint Dragon Guards stood shoulder to shoulder with him, like tigers among sheep.

This group of ghost immortals, who should have been figures who dominated the world and laughed at the winds and clouds, were greatly restrained by the military formation of the Great Qian Dynasty, and their divine soul techniques were ineffective.

Caught off guard, the Western Regions army was thrown into disarray and suffered a series of defeats under the fierce offensive of the Yuan Chen Dragon Guard.

At this moment, Lin Yu had already entered the Illusion Gate, which was said to be the embodiment of the ancient Rashomon.

Accompanied by a powerful, twisting force, he tore through layers of space, and then the endless illusions dissipated, gradually revealing the real scene.

With one step, Lin Yu walked steadily through the gate and arrived at the royal palace of the Fire Luo Kingdom.

In an instant, several powerful auras rushed towards us, like the scorching sun in the sky and the vast yellow sand covering the plains.

Looking up, he immediately saw the faces of several people reflected in his eyes.

Among them were three people, two of whom wore crowns on their heads. They were the Pope of the Temple of the Essence and the Emperor of the Kingdom of Khorasan, Ashoka.

Another person, clad in purple-gold divine armor and wearing an ancient dragon-head helmet with tiger whiskers and deer antlers, exuded an aura of unparalleled nobility and supreme power with the slightest movement!
"Hong Xuanji!"

Lin Yu uttered three words, one by one.

What a pleasant surprise! Lin Yu hadn't expected to encounter this person here; he had thought the person had gone to Meng Shenji's place.

The three of them also paused for a moment, slightly taken aback.

Unexpectedly, someone actually broke in through the illusion gate!

It should be known that this illusion gate is a dead end. Even experts who have undergone four or five tribulations of lightning are trapped in the illusion and cannot get out, while those who have undergone six tribulations of lightning can only tear through the void to escape.

Now an enemy has broken in, and their cultivation level is simply unimaginable!
"The three of you, how have you been?" Lin Yu said casually.

"I wonder what the three of you are discussing? May I listen in?"

"And Hong Xuanji, I heard that you escaped from Yujing after being attacked by assassins. Why didn't you return to the court? Instead, you came to this Western Region and colluded with the enemy country?"

"Haha, so you are Yang Qian, the fourth son of Emperor Qian and Prince Yu? You dare to come to my Huo Luo Kingdom alone, you are indeed a bold and reckless person!"

The Emperor of Huoluo laughed. He wore a crimson-gold crown, his face was as if carved by a knife and axe, with hard lines and a straight spine, exuding an aura of majesty that seemed capable of supporting the weighty burden of the nation.

"Yang Qian, I know everything about you! You dared to collude with outsiders to usurp the throne, murder the emperor and your father. This is an outrage against heaven and earth! Once I capture you, I will tear you to pieces to uphold the law!" Hong Xuanji's expression was icy, his eyes flashing with a cold light like a frost blade being drawn from its sheath, his killing intent surging.

"Haha, I don't know what you're talking about. What do you mean by usurping the throne, regicide, and patricide? You're spouting complete fabrications. It's absolutely terrifying."

Lin Yu smiled mischievously, his expression playful, his eyes full of mockery.
"In my opinion, you're probably delirious from your illness. You'd better surrender quickly, and when I return to the capital, I'll have the imperial physician treat you. I guarantee you'll regain your senses then, so you can reunite with your family."

"What a smooth talker! Today, I will execute you on the spot, you traitor!"

Hong Xuanji roared, his aura surging, carrying the force of thunder, and he threw a punch!
A massive phantom of a dragon claw materialized at the edge of the fist, and in the blink of an eye, it was upon Lin Yu's face.

"stop!"

A flash of light appeared, and the Dragon Girl Ao Luan suddenly materialized, holding in her hand a blood-red sword with roses carved on its hilt.

She swung her sword with lightning speed, instantly unleashing thousands of points of blood-red light. The crimson sword light collided violently with the dragon claw, the two forces tangling and intertwining, causing the air to emit a piercing shriek.

"Bloodstained Rose Sword, you are the Lord of the Heavenly Dragon Sect!"

The Pope of the Temple of Essence was startled and dared not delay, his scepter already pointing at Lin Yu.

"Boom!"

Without any words or gestures, a single point of the scepter unleashed a sharp, cylindrical beam of white light that swiftly struck.

At the critical moment, the Heavenly Serpent King Xingmou appeared, his black clothes as black as ink and his black hair flying, as if he had descended from the night.

With a single move, she unleashed two brilliant divine thoughts, one of light and one of darkness: the light of the Great Sun Tathagata and the darkness of the Mysterious Heaven Dao Venerable.

The two great deities collided, and the entire world was filled with light and darkness.

"Light and Darkness Mandala Womb Realm Great Barrier!"

With a shout from the Heavenly Serpent King, a massive barrier appeared out of thin air and crashed head-on into the platinum radiance.

In an instant, space trembled, and a deafening roar filled the air.

Hong Xuanji, Ao Luan, the Pope of the Jingyuan Temple, and the Heavenly Serpent King Xingmou engaged in fierce combat. In the blink of an eye, only Emperor Ashoka of the Fire Luo Kingdom remained in front of Lin Yu.

"Ancient Rashomon!"

Lin Yu's gaze locked onto the Chaos Flag Gate in the hands of the Emperor of the Fire Luo Kingdom.

This object is only ten inches tall, with ten ferocious beast heads, each the size of a thumb, biting together on it. It exudes an ancient and primordial aura, and countless lines disappear into the void, leaving no trace.

Without a doubt, this is the ancient Rashomon, known as the "Number One Artifact of Space," whose power far surpasses that of the Qiankun Bag and the Creation Gourd.

Legend has it that this treasure even gave birth to an incomparably powerful primordial spirit.

"Panhuang Life-Giving Sword, one sword cleaves the heavens!"

Without a second thought, Lin Yu trembled his longsword and unleashed the Panhuang Life Sword.

At the same time, his fist intent ignited, and a divine light that split the heavens and the earth pierced through the void, dispersing all the chaos and mist.

This sword strike was aimed directly at Emperor Ashoka of the Kingdom of Khotan, without the slightest hesitation.

Although Dragon Girl Ao Luan and Heavenly Serpent King Xing Mou cultivated with Lin Yu and mastered countless wonderful techniques, they were still a notch below Hong Xuanji and the Pope of the Essence Temple, and could not fight for long.

Therefore, Lin Yu needs to act quickly and decisively to kill the Emperor of Huoluo Kingdom and seize the Ancient Rashomon from him.

In an instant, the sword light swept across, as if chaos had been torn apart and the primordial world had just begun to open. The Panhuang Life Sword cleaved through the void, and the momentum of the creation of heaven and earth surged, causing space to collapse inch by inch!
"laugh!"

Faced with a fatal threat, the ancient Rashomon in Ashoka's hand suddenly erupted with chaotic energy, the flag rapidly spinning and instantly transforming into a hazy gray barrier to protect his body.

however--

"break!"

Lin Yu's sword aura and the Primordial Creation Fist intent struck simultaneously! The chaotic energy had not yet fully condensed when it was torn apart by this devastating power!
How terrifying is it for humans and immortals to fight each other in close combat?
The gods retreated! The immortals and Buddhas fled!

Although the ancient Rashomon was fast, it couldn't outpace Lin Yu's fist intent and sword momentum! The chaotic barrier was sliced ​​open like paper, and Ashoka's true form was completely exposed to the sword's edge!

But the eyes of this Huo Luo emperor showed no fear whatsoever!
Calm and composed, unmoved!
It was as if even if the entire world collapsed, it could not shake his will!

"Zheng!"

Just as the sword tip was about to sever Ashoka's arm, a flash of light appeared!
This strike was perfectly executed, like a gazelle hanging its horns, leaving no trace. It was as if Ashoka had drawn his sword in the instant the chaos was broken, thus blocking the sword's momentum.

"Excellent swordsmanship," Lin Yu said softly, but the swordplay in his hand suddenly changed.

In an instant, the sky and the earth turned pale.

Ten thousand rays of ghostly light burst forth, as if the abyss of darkness were collapsing. This was the sword of "destruction." Wherever the sword light passed, the heavens and the earth were overturned, and the power to annihilate all things swept across the eight directions!
"puff!"

Ashoka let out a muffled groan, his scimitar flew out of his hand, and he was knocked back more than ten feet by the sword energy, a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

Lin Yu's offensive continued unabated, his figure closing in with lightning speed. His massive hand suddenly shot out, its five fingers reaching for the sky, instantly covering the entire firmament!
"Great Luo Seal!"

In an instant, Dao patterns intertwined and laws formed a net. Lin Yu withdrew his palm and directly grabbed the ten-inch-tall "Ancient Rashomon," forcefully snatching this peerless artifact from the hands of the Fire Luo Kingdom Emperor!
(End of this chapter)