The God of Heavens

Chapter 416 What about trust between people?
The dark and deep underground is fraught with danger at all times.

Various monsters and bloodthirsty creatures emerge one after another, and ordinary people will be killed instantly if they step into the area.

Even experts at the Divine Transformation Realm are in great danger; only those at the Divine Power Realm are somewhat safer.

However, Lin Yu was quite strong and had also obtained a magical longsword. He advanced all the way, clearing away obstacles, and the road beneath his feet became a smooth and unobstructed one.

Before long, they had traveled hundreds of miles, crossed an underground mountain peak, and a few miles away, ten tall and large black shadows were chasing each other in the low sky at an extremely fast speed.

With its two broad, fleshy wings flapping, a fierce, pungent stench filled the air.

The demonic creatures of the underground world were a stark reminder of this.

Flying Yaksha!

In legends, this is an extremely ferocious monster with a body of steel and iron, immense strength, and a appearance like a ghost or god.

Its intelligence is no less than that of humans, its martial arts skills are superb, and it can even fly, gliding like lightning, surpassing even cultivators in the physical body realm. Only experts in the supernatural power realm can suppress it.

A single flying yaksha can command an army of ten to twenty thousand demons.

He is a true demon general.

The surface skin of this demon general is made of hard bone, so strong bows and crossbows cannot leave a mark on it, and its internal life force is extremely powerful.

Even if their heads are cut off, their lower bodies can still move and kill, and it takes several hours for them to finally breathe their last and die.

"Chirp, chirp, chirp..."

Ten flying yakshas surrounded and attacked dozens of human cultivators, all emitting a series of unpleasant, shrill cries.

Then, one of the demon generals, who was holding a black steel fork, spoke in a clear and resonant voice: "Good, Blood Shadow Demon Sect, you've thrown in so many blood creatures to fight and train. That's really great."

This will allow us to obtain a considerable amount of flesh and blood, especially for experts at the Divine Transformation Realm, who can use the Earth Demon Corpse Refining Technique to cultivate a powerful golden corpse!

Bathed in moonlight, the demon general's steel fork gleamed with blue light, clearly indicating it had been poisoned.

"This demon general, your Flying Yakshas are of the Earth Demon race, while our Blood Shadow Demon Sect belongs to the Human Demon race."

"The Immortal Path is currently very powerful. Our Demon Emperor has reached an agreement with the Demon King of the Underworld to form a defensive alliance. Why must we engage in self-destruction?"

"It was said by a tall man."

"Hehe," the Flying Demon General sneered, "You are merely blood food thrown into this secret realm by the Blood Shadow Demon Sect for now, not yet worthy of being called human demons. You want us to give up? You're dreaming!"

"Heh heh, you know the immortal path is powerful. We're trapped in this underground world, unable to escape. How can we grow stronger without plundering from you?"

"These are all rules personally set by the elders of your Blood Shadow Demon Sect—only those who pass the trials can be considered true members of the Demon Sect!"

"If that's the case, brothers, follow me, Xing Zhaolin, and kill these flying yakshas! Our Demon Sect is in dire need of such powerful puppets to move mountains and mine minerals."

Xing Zhaolin suddenly grinned, a ruthless glint in his eyes.
"There are exactly ten here. If we capture them all and hand them over to the sect, allowing the elders to erase their memories and re-refine them, we can achieve an even greater feat!"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly waved his hand, and a dazzling sword light suddenly shot out of its sheath, soaring into the sky like a dragon or snake, whistling as it hurtled towards the flying yaksha in the air.

"Shoot-"

A deafening roar as the wind tore through the air rang out, and the longsword was already upon them.

The flying yaksha, wielding its steel fork wildly, pushed its magical weapons to the limit in the face of life and death, each move exuding a breathtaking killing intent.

"when!"

The steel fork clashed with the longsword, sparks flying like a rain of stars.

Xing Zhaolin then thrust out his sword again, his move exquisite and unparalleled, but when it landed on the Flying Yaksha, it only shook off a few scales.

"Such hard scales!" He felt a chill run down his spine.

This longsword, a magical artifact obtained from the Trial Realm, possesses a destructive power far exceeding that of ordinary weapons, yet it failed to inflict serious damage at this moment.

At his command, the other twenty-odd disciples also unleashed their martial arts skills and engaged in fierce combat with the other nine flying yakshas.

In an instant, demonic wings blotted out the sky, blades flashed like snow, and sword shadows wove together. Both sides were fierce warriors fighting for their lives!

The Flying Yaksha, who had been locked in combat, suddenly flew into a rage, his steel fork trembling violently: "I was going to play with you, but now—die!"

As the steel fork whirled around, a set of demonic techniques was unleashed—the Thirteen Strikes of the Flying Demon!

"Puff! Puff! Puff!"

With each blow, Xing Zhaolin felt his blood surging, a metallic taste rising in his throat, and he coughed up blood repeatedly.

He was jolted backward, his chest slamming against the rock wall, a dull, splitting pain shooting through him, and he was on the verge of collapse.

Xing Zhaolin caught sight of Lin Yu's figure at the edge of the battlefield and hurriedly shouted, "Senior brother! We are both disciples of the Demonic Sect, please lend a hand!"

The Flying Demon General grinned maliciously: "Someone, kill that brat!"

"Heh heh... This person is mine!"

A flying yaksha suddenly leaped up, taking a step that covered more than thirty zhang, like a wild horse soaring into the sky!

He thrust the poisoned steel fork in his hand straight at Lin Yu's throat.

"Ah!"

Lin Yu smiled slightly, and with a slash of his longsword, the blade flashed with a cold light, like a reversed Milky Way!

The flying yaksha felt the world suddenly darken before its eyes, and only a pure, ultimate sword intent tore through the sky—

"What? So ferocious!"

In an instant, sparks flew everywhere, and the steel fork in the Flying Yaksha's hand was actually cut in half by the long sword under this powerful force!

"impossible!"

The Flying Yaksha roared, and the black iron scales on its body seemed to gather towards its chest on their own, turning into one protective mirror after another.

laugh--!
Where the blade flashed, scales and armor flew like scraps of paper.

Yaksha's body stiffened, and a line of blood appeared from his brow to his crotch, as if he had been neatly cleaved in two!

The cross-section is as smooth as a mirror, and the internal organs are clearly visible in every detail.

Lin Yu sheathed his sword, his clothes unstained by blood. With this sword in hand, neither gods nor demons would be spared!
"The Flying Yaksha... just like that, died?"

Xing Zhaolin, who was engaged in a fierce battle with the demon general, was shocked and could hardly believe what he was seeing.

That was a demon general who commanded thousands of troops, yet he was killed instantly like a clay chicken or a clay dog!

Before Lin Yu could retract his sword strike, a thought flashed through his mind, and the Primordial Insect transformed into a talisman, silently disappearing into the body of the flying yaksha.

The next moment, streams of immense power flowed into Lin Yu's body. It was the essence blood of the Flying Yaksha, comparable to devouring hundreds of tigers, enough to sustain him for more than ten days without food or drink.

"Damn humans, surround and kill him!"

More flying yakshas roared, their auras fierce and terrifying, and they swarmed in to kill them.

"kill!"

Lin Yu stepped into the air with the Blood Dragon Step, his longsword flashing like a streak of light.

The knife's movements are free and expressive, sometimes like a flowing spring winding around a rock, lightly brushing against a steel fork; sometimes like a shooting star falling to earth, piercing straight through scales and armor.

The flying yaksha's demonic wings blotted out the sky, and Lin Yu's sword flashed, like a blood-red swan.

With each flash, a demon head soars into the sky!

"Pfft."

With nine steps, nine headless corpses collapsed to the ground with a thud.

The wind has swept through the valley, leaving only silence.

Lin Yu stood with his sword in hand, his clothes unstained by blood, standing still like a banished immortal descending to earth.

Ten beams of primordial light entered his body, and his abundant essence and blood surged like a mighty river.

His muscles were bulging, like a coiled dragon; his bones hummed, as if tempered steel; old scabs fell off in a flurry, revealing a jade-like luster to his skin.

The internal organs suddenly underwent a mysterious transformation, as if they were being forged and solidified by an invisible force, ultimately becoming as solid as metal.

With the tongue pressed against the palate, a mouthful of nectar spontaneously arises, and a clear, spring-like flow circulates around the body, cleansing away all impurities.

Seventh level of physical body – Inner Strength Realm achieved!
At this moment, his internal organs are flawless, he is immune to all poisons, his power surges like a tide, and every move he makes is accompanied by dragons and elephants.

"This...this skill is simply the work of a demon god descended to earth!"

"Ten flying yakshas were wiped out in the blink of an eye, how terrifying!"

"Just who is this person? When did the Blood Shadow Demon Sect acquire such a figure?"

The remaining disciples of the Demonic Sect were utterly shocked, hardly believing their eyes.

Xing Zhaolin, however, was the first to calm himself down, straightened his robes, took two steps forward, and put on a warm smile:
"This senior brother is truly awe-inspiring! I am Xing Zhaolin, a subject of the Demonic Sect, and I know a little about the opportunities in the Trial Grounds. I wonder if senior brother is familiar with them..."

Before he finished speaking, Lin Yu had already nodded slightly.

Xing Zhaolin was overjoyed and was about to speak again when he saw the blade flash like a cold moon!

puff-

Xing Zhaolin's head rolled to the ground, his face still frozen with a fawning smile. Blood gushed from his severed neck. The headless corpse swayed twice before collapsing to the ground with a thud.

A bewildered lingering thought drifted through the air: "Wait, shouldn't I have been the one to strike first?!"

The other disciples were horrified and wanted to flee, but they saw dozens of primordial streams of light burst forth from Lin Yu's body, like venomous snakes burrowing into their seven orifices.

"Ah! It hurts!"

"Help! Spare me!"

"No! Senior brother, spare me—"

The screams and terrified pleas for mercy rose and fell, then abruptly ceased.

The disciples' bodies withered away at a visible speed, melting away like snowflakes in the sun, leaving only a few magical artifacts scattered on the ground.

Lin Yu took out a Flowing Wind Sword, a magical artifact, and, following Xing Zhaolin's memory, sped off in a chosen direction.

His figure moved like lightning, leaving a trail on the ground.

Lin Yu's speed goes without saying. Although he hasn't reached the level of divine prowess, his strength is still constantly improving.

It possesses the power of dozens of Xuanhuang steeds galloping at full speed; an ordinary master of the Divine Transformation realm could be defeated with a single sword strike.

As they ran at full speed, a foul wind suddenly swept up from underground!
An hour later, a range of low hills came into view.

Nestled among the mountains, a sinister castle stands out starkly.

Dark clouds covered the sky, spanning dozens of acres, where demonic energy surged like boiling water, and a bloody and violent aura assaulted the senses.

"Hmm, a white-haired flying zombie!"

Lin Yu stared intently as he saw countless white figures carrying weapons, flapping their wings, circling and patrolling around the castle.

These white figures resembled flying yakshas, ​​but were even more powerful, their bodies covered in white fur.

Lin Yu knew that the demons of the underground race revered the Demon Emperor, whose cultivation was comparable to that of a cultivator in the Longevity Realm.

As the ruler of the underworld, the Demon Emperor had many concubines and numerous descendants. These white-haired flying zombies were his royal descendants, like nobles of a dynasty, patrolling around the castle.

Further out, there were countless flying yakshas, ​​ordinary yakshas, ​​and demons, stretching as far as the eye could see.

Such a grand display clearly indicates that a noble being from the Earth Demon race resides in the castle.

However, at this very moment, a group of immortal cultivators are engaged in a fierce battle with the demons!

Dozens of cranes, each larger than an ox, circled above the Earth Demon Castle.

These cranes are exceptionally magnificent, with bright red heads, wings spread wide, stirring up gusts of wind, and claws as sharp as steel hooks that can pierce through metal.

Young Taoist priests, dressed in feathered robes, were full of vigor and extraordinary bearing. They wielded magic-slaying swords, wore water and fire robes, and used talismans as they fought among the demon army.

(End of this chapter)