To be fair, Li Guqun's target, the Purple Desert Realm, was indeed a pushover.
Whether it was the number of sacred grounds or the number of experts in this realm, not only could it not compare to a vast world like the Yanhuang Realm, but it was also weaker than Li Guqun's original Yungui Realm.
However, because there were no experts above the fourteenth level, a group of fourteenth-level Purple Desert Realm cultivators could not "eat" each other's experience points.
As Li Guqun conquered more than half of the Purple Desert Realm, Zhang Dongyun saw more than seventy thousand guardian experience points in Chang 'an City arrive one after another.
To him, this meant that he could immediately build two more satellite cities.
If Li Guqun worked harder, Master Zhang might be able to build three more satellite cities.
Including the three that had already been built, the final target of eight satellite cities was gradually beginning to see the light of success.
However, Zhang Dongyun did not leave Chang 'an City for the void outside.
His attention was attracted by the other side.
Master Zhang sat in the Daming Palace, a light projection floating in front of him.
The scene in the projection was of the dark universe, illuminated by the glazed Buddha light. It was warm and bright.
However, there was not much peace and tranquility in this warm and bright light.
The projection originated from the seal on Huo Yiming's forehead.
Aside from the Buddhist light, there was also the sound of Buddhist chanting coming from the Buddhist scriptures.
Huo Yiming was in the Buddha light. He looked up and saw a golden light shining, as if he was enveloped by a huge bell.
Looking down, it was not a path below the bell, but a huge swastika symbol.
Under the preaching of Buddhism, the surrounding void was almost sealed.
"Buddha is merciful."
The chanting of Sanskrit kept coming, like the evening drum and morning bell, awakening one's mind and making one feel lost.
Huo Yiming felt that his mind was affected by an external force.
"Benefactor, put down the butcher's knife and repent."
The chanting of Sanskrit made one feel as if they had entered the pure land of Buddhism. They could not wait to follow the voice and ascend to paradise.
Huo Yiming was already at the fourteenth-level of martial arts. He had reached the peak of the Martial Emperor Realm.
Although martial artists did not mainly cultivate the mind, when their vitality was strong, ghosts and gods would not be able to get close to them. Naturally, their mind and willpower would be tough.
To be able to affect the mind of a Fourteenth Realm martial artist, the intruder was undoubtedly a Buddhist expert above the Fourteenth Realm.
"Ananda's Pure Land or Cihang's Pure Land?" Huo Yiming concealed his spirit and qi to calm his mind.
He didn't answer the other party's question and directly unsheathed his blade.
Thus, a black dragon roared at the sky and rushed up from the bottom of the bell.
Huo Yiming did not break through from the swastika below. Instead, he seemed to be meeting force with force. He used his own blade to attack the Buddha's aura bell that enveloped him.
His mind was focused, and his senses were sharp. He immediately noticed that there was another trap behind the swastika symbol.
Breaking the bell in a head-on clash was the real opportunity to break out of the encirclement.
The black dragon pounced on the bell as it roared. The bell vibrated violently, emitting a distant chime that constantly surged out in all directions of the outer universe.
As the sound of the bell reverberated, the impact of the bell seemed to have dissipated.
Instead, it was the recoil from the bell that shattered the black dragon's head.
However, the Black Dragon's head did not dissipate. Instead, it split into nine.
The nine black dragons continued to attack the Buddha's aura bell.
This time, the Buddha's aura bell could no longer withstand the black dragon's attack. The black dragon broke a gap in the bell.
Huo Yiming's figure flashed, and he was already outside the bell.
His face turned pale for a moment, but soon a black gas enveloped and flickered. The next moment, his cheeks regained their rosy color.
However, because of this, his body couldn't help but pause in midair.
In the blink of an eye, another drum appeared.
The big drum was also composed of Buddha's aura. At this moment, it was beating in the void of the universe.
The sound of the drum surged and manifested into lotuses that surrounded Huo Yiming again.
Huo Yiming's eyes were calm, but his heart sank slightly.
His previous feeling was right.
There was indeed an ambush outside the swastika symbol under the big bell.
It was this big drum.
The Buddhist bell and drum rang together. The people who came here today to intercept him were two Arhats of the fifteenth realm of Buddhism.
Huo Yiming's expression was solemn. Arhat Cheng Yuan of the Ananda's Pure Land who manifested the big drum in front of him was also shocked.
The opponent's cultivation and strength were even above their expectations.
The other Buddhist expert of the Ananda's Pure Land, Arhat Yujing of the fifteenth realm of Buddhism, could not suppress Huo Yiming even with the suppression of the big bell.
This did not mean that he was better than Arhat Yujing.
After all, Arhat Yujing did not have the intention to kill this time. Instead, he wanted to capture the opponent alive and bring him back to the Ananda's Pure Land for interrogation and information.
However, judging from the situation just now, if Arhat Yujing was alone, he might not be able to take down the opponent. He might even let this junior of the fourteenth realm escape.
The two monks, Cheng Yuan and Yujing, looked solemn. They did not dare to underestimate the opponent.
The two fifteenth realm Arhats attacked together with all their strength. The sound of the bell and drum rang together, as if it resounded throughout the entire universe.
The Buddha's aura condensed and took the form of a physical entity. It temporarily manifested a Pure Land of Buddhism in this universe.
The Pure Land of Buddhism fell and trapped Huo Yiming within.
Huo Yiming was alert, but he was fearless.
His body swayed. The original nine black dragons further divided into more and more. They collided in all directions in the Pure Land of Buddha's aura.
The power seemed to be scattered, but the increasing number of black dragons seemed to gradually condense into a black Dark Cloud.
The Dark Cloud was ethereal, but it seemed to hide an extremely sharp edge. As it surged, the interior of the Pure Land of Buddha's aura was full of holes.
Arhat Cheng Yuan and Arhat Yujing had to work together to strengthen the Pure Land of Buddhism.
They were worried that there would be reinforcements from Chang 'an City, so they did not dare to waste time with Huo Yiming.
The two Arhats gradually let go of their scruples. Even if they seriously injured Huo Yiming, as long as he was alive, they could bring him back to the Ananda's Pure Land.
However, at this moment, a black cloud mixed with blood red appeared in the Pure Land of Buddha's aura.
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