When Daoist masters reached a certain level, they would habitually split their Primordial Spirits and leave behind a Primordial Spirit clone to hide far away, just in case.
Ying Xiaowo was like that, and so was Peng Ziling.
Under normal circumstances, this technique would work. When a Daoist master's original body died, although the Primordial Spirit clone would be greatly damaged, it would still leave behind a chance of survival, which could nourish the Primordial Spirit and strengthen it again. The clone would then return to the original body and continue to live and cultivate.
Few enemies could counter this technique. Daoist Primordial Spirit masters were good at preserving their lives, and were famous in all cultivation paths.
Back then, the number one Daoist master of Northern Mang, Zhenren Ming Yang of Canghai Sect, relied on this technique to preserve his life when facing Su Po.
However, Su Po was prepared, and secretly left a Sword Qi at the mountain gate of Canghai Sect for a second kill. Zhenren Ming Yang could only die with hatred.
Previously, when Zhang Dongyun wanted to completely kill Ying Xiaowo, he had to borrow the power of the Door of the Immortals to assassinate him from a distance and destroy the Primordial Spirit avatar that Ying Xiaowo had left outside.
This was because Ying Xiaowo's cultivation had not yet recovered to its peak.
If Peng Ziling was in the door of the Immortals, even if he had a way to destroy the original body, he would not be able to destroy the clone hidden thousands of miles away.
After all, the Immortals had already collapsed, and the door was connected to illusory ruins.
But now, Peng Ziling was within the range of Invincible City, how could he escape this disaster?
The spear pierced through his chest, and not only did it shatter Peng Ziling's Primordial Spirit, it also produced a mysterious force that dragged his Primordial Spirit clone hidden in the Western Barren Sea into Invincible City and killed it together.
The six fourteenth-level experts who had set up the Origin Six Directions Formation earlier had all perished at Zhang Dongyun's hands.
Shen Herong only smiled faintly among the crowd that witnessed this scene.
Zhenren Ming Yang and the Demon Tree Cang Hui were completely speechless, and could not regain their senses for a while.
What was worth celebrating was that the two of them finally knew who the mysterious and powerful City Lord of Chang 'an was.
On the other hand, the man and the demon both had heavy hearts, and an uncontrollable chill ran down their spines.
In terms of cultivation and strength, they were all at the peak of the current human world.
A Daoist at the peak of the Essence Soul realm had cultivated the Yang Spirit.
A demonic beast race peak emperor who cultivated to the Wanxiang Realm.
The Dong Sheng Divine Continent, the Nanzhan Section Continent, the Aparagodānīya Continent, and the North Continent were the four great divine continents. No matter where they were, an expert of the 14th level would be a huge figure. They could suppress the past and never decline.
Especially since the two of them were well-known figures in their respective realms.
Reverend Cheng Yang had the Yiyuan Mirror in his hands, and Cang Hui was a plant demon, so he had a geographical advantage.
But when they stood before Zhang Dongyun at this moment, they couldn't help but feel incomparably tiny …
Since he could easily break the Origin Six Directions Formation and eliminate Peng Ziling and the others, it was equivalent to him killing the two of them would be as easy as flipping his hand.
Even Reverend Cheng Yang and Cang Hui, who were already at the fourteenth level, felt their hearts skip a beat.
Even with their state of mind and experience, it still took them a long time to calm down. They bowed to Zhang Dongyun again. "Your Majesty's invincible prowess has widened my horizons."
Zhang Dongyun nodded slightly at them. "No need for formalities."
He looked around. "I don't see Lu Xueyuan."
Shen Herong said, "She was severely injured by my sister earlier. She probably hasn't recovered yet, so she was left behind. Big Brother, please wait for a moment. I'll go find her now."
At this time, Master Daoist Cheng Yang cupped his hands and said, "I'll go with Layman Shen."
Cang Hui also bowed slightly. "I am also willing to share Your Majesty's burden."
He was at the fourteenth level, a peerless Demonic Beast Emperor at the peak of the Wanxiang Realm. Although a plant demon's unstable foundation would greatly affect his strength, his foundation was still there. Ordinary people couldn't underestimate him.
Peng Ziling and the other five had all died here. Su Po was blocking the door at the Aparagodaniya. The other side had already been defeated.
Although Lord Jiashu's Dharma was brilliant, he was outnumbered and had to take care of the severely injured Jing Hua. He couldn't do much either.
They shouldn't have alarmed the City Lord to personally take action. Cang Hui and the others naturally fought to be the first. They didn't dare to be negligent.
"Then I'll leave it to you." Zhang Dongyun's tone was indifferent.
Shen Herong and the others turned and headed west to reclaim their lost land.
Gu Pu, Abbot Xin He, Liu Chengyu and the others naturally followed.
Zhang Dongyun stood above the Eastern Sea in the Western Region, quietly looking into the distance.
In the Western Region, the various Buddhist sects were working hard to recover their land, trying to regain their control as soon as possible.
Whether it was Jing Hua and the others from the Aparagodaniya, or Abbot Huai Yong and Abbot Xiankong from the Western Region, they all warned their disciples not to be too hasty.
Although today's battle was inevitable, they weren't completely confident and could only hope to strike with all their might.
Before the dust settled, it wasn't a wise move to scatter around the Western Region to rebuild temples in a hurry.
However, the Buddhists in the Western Region had been waiting for this day for too long.
Many of them couldn't suppress their thoughts and returned to their old haunt.
In the end, the Taichu Six Directions Array that originally covered half of the Western Region suddenly disappeared.
The Buddhists were all startled.
According to the previous agreement with Peng Ziling and Abbot Huai Yong, if they won this battle, the Taichu Six Directions Array would continue to be maintained for a short time to guard against the counterattack of Chang 'an.
Now that the Taichu Six Directions Array suddenly disappeared, it was a sign that they had lost …
Could it be that they were going to be driven out of the Western Region after all?
Everyone couldn't help but feel fear in their hearts.
As if it were a joke, the array suddenly reappeared.
But before they could heave a sigh of relief, the Taichu Six Directions Array disappeared again.
Everyone was dumbfounded and didn't know what happened to Peng Ziling and the other masters who were in charge of the array.
The situation in the Western Region changed in an instant.
"We lost."
Jinghua's face was still very weak, but her tone was very firm.
Master Jiashu put his palms together and said, "Even if we lost, I hope Donor Peng and the others can retreat safely like the previous few times. In the future, we will have a chance to counterattack."
Jinghua looked to the east and said after a long time, "Martial Uncle, I have an ominous feeling …"
Her hunch was right. Chang 'an would soon launch a full-scale counterattack.
In less than half a day after the Buddhists took over the Western Region, the land changed hands again and returned to Chang 'an.
Jinghua soon realized that Shen Herong was coming for her.
Jinghua knew that this former twelfth sister was good at tracking, so she had been on guard.
She had been seriously injured by Shen Herong and hadn't recovered yet. But because of the influence of Shen Herong's ink, she was very sensitive to Shen Herong's movements.
"She knows what's important and what's important. If Peng Ziling and the others were still here, she wouldn't be able to spare them. Now she's coming for me, a seriously injured person who is no longer a threat."
Jinghua sighed and said, "Martial Uncle, let's go. Today's defeat can't be compared to the previous ones. I'm afraid it's a complete defeat."
Master Jiashu looked serious.
His cultivation and strength were above Jinghua's, but after hearing Jinghua's judgment, he also sighed slightly. "I'll take you back to the Pure Land, but the Sword Demon is making a big fuss there."
The old monk shook his head and didn't ask about the Western Region anymore. He took Jinghua back to the west.
"You're quite alert. You run fast."
Shen Herong, who was tracking them, frowned slightly.
However, without Master Jiashu, the situation in the Western Region was completely one-sided.
With Immortal Cheng Yang and Cang Hui in the lead, the people of Chang 'an quickly defeated the Buddhist monks in the Western Region, as well as the people of the Tai Qing Palace and the Sacred Yan Mansion who had fled the Central Region with Peng Ziling and the others.
Without the protection of Abbot Huai Yong, Peng Ziling, and Kong Shengzhen, it was much more difficult for them to escape.
Under the pursuit, the people of Chang 'an either killed or ambushed more than half of the enemies who had returned to the Western Region.
Among them, the disciples of Buddhism accounted for more than half.
Master Jiashu left with Jinghua. Thinking of the others, he felt his heart bleeding.
However, at this moment, he could only carefully hide his tracks in case Su Po, who was still in the Aparagodaniya, suddenly came back and blocked him and Jinghua halfway.
"If Su Po really retreated, it would be a good thing." Jinghua's tone was weak as she sighed softly.
Master Jiashu didn't say anything. Slowly, he nodded.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, a voice suddenly sounded in their ears. "Come back."
Hearing this, the two didn't look happy. Instead, they looked regretful and worried.
"Master …" Jinghua whispered softly.
"Come back." The voice sounded again. It was still peaceful. Just hearing it made people feel peaceful.
Jinghua and Master Jiashu immediately answered, "Yes."
Then, the two returned to the Buddhist Pure Land in the Aparagodaniya.
At this moment, in the Pure Land, the same peaceful voice sounded in Su Po and Miao Kunluo's ears. "Thank you for your hard work."
"Revered One of the World …" Miao Kunluo put his palms together. He didn't look relaxed. Instead, he looked sad and angry.
Su Po shifted his gaze away and gazed in another direction, only to see a figure sitting on a lotus flower.
It was hard to tell his age. He looked like a teenager, a young man, a middle-aged man, or an old man. His face was sallow and his ears were drooping.
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