Only Taoist Master Hengkong and Zhuoer Duoduo knew that no one else knew about the entire island of the lake.

Now, Zhang Yifang adjusts the formation of the sect protection in the middle of the lake every night at midnight. The practice of the Taoist Taoism has been on the right track, and no one needs to worry about it. The innate foundation building method, which Master Hengkong understands, will not delay Zhang Ziyan's innate foundation building.

"master......"

Until Zhang Daoran left, Zhuoer Duoduo came to his senses: "Uncle Zhang, where are you going?"

Taoist Master Hengkong shook his head, his face full of confusion: "I don't know if I am a teacher."

Zhang Daoran acted mysteriously. What he was going to do this time? Master Hengkong had no clue: "Maybe he has to do some big things."

......

In the Kunlun Mountains, Zhang Daoran stood on a mountain peak. His eyes looked like lightning, looking into the air. His eyes seemed to travel through countless spaces and saw the starry sky in the starry sky that was hard to see in the naked eye during the day.

After half an hour, Zhang Daoran withdrew his gaze and his face calmed down: "If I remember correctly, it should be here."

This is the highest mountain in the Kunlun Mountains, and it is rumored to be the only way to the heaven. Moreover, according to Zhang Daoran's original induction, the dragon descending and the dragon cloud came to the earth in this place.

"There is no trace of Kunxu land in the space... If there is a gate to Kunxu land here, I can observe and open it at my current level of cultivation..."

Frowning, Zhang Daoran looked like the void again, his eyes were like searchlights, and two white lights were exploring into the void. His eyes saw through the clouds, through the atmosphere of the earth, and saw endless stars in the void...

"No?"

Zhang Daoran's heart sank: "If you cannot find the passage to Kunxu land, then my plan will be hindered."

With a thought moving, Zhang Daoran's soul communicates with heaven and earth and connects with heavenly ways.

However, in the past, the way of heaven could clearly sense the way of heaven, but now the way of heaven has no sense.

"Now, the response between my paths of heaven, earth, man and god is gone as the cause and effect disappears, and this response disappears..."

Standing on the top of the mountain, Zhang Daoran pondered slightly, clouds grew under his feet, and floated into the distance.

......

In the northwest border, Zhang Daoran easily crossed the border from the air and came to a foreign land.

It descends to the clouds, just a few dozen miles west of the border. It was originally deserted, without villages, and without towns. Now it is crowded. In this country, north and south are other countries, and refugees have nowhere to escape disasters because of the US invasion in their country, so they can only gather here.

In a small valley full of tents, Zhang Daoran put away the auspicious clouds and walked inside.

Different skin colors and different appearances immediately attracted the attention of many people. He said some words that Zhang Daoran could not understand and pointed at Zhang Daoran. Zhang Daoran's thoughts moved, and his soul was released from his body, and he easily learned the language here.

"Isn't this a Chinese from the east?"

"I dress so weirdly, why are I here for? I look the same as the one who appeared before, who calls himself a cultivator, and wears the same clothes... They might not be accomplices..."

"They came to preach, to blaspheme Allah..."

"If this Chinese man wants to preach, he may be expelled from the Presbyterian Church. Or he may directly capture and execute these pagans..."

“…”

Looking at the exotic customs around and listening to the blind belief of these people in paganism, Zhang Daoran frowned: "I will not interfere with freedom of faith. Unfortunately, your Allah, Allah, cannot save you from water and fire."

Zhang Daoran would not change the sects believed in by the local people, and he didn't even want to say anything more. Now Zhang Daoran just wants to see Long Yun.

In the densest place of tents, compared with the dilapidated tents around the surrounding edges, the tents here are relatively new, luxurious and relatively large, similar to ordinary houses.

Many of the people here held guns in their hands, and looked at Zhang Daoran's arrival with a little repulsive expression. Slowly, more than a dozen machine guns pointed at Zhang Daoran, and dozens of young and strong people blocked Zhang Daoran's way.

"Stop...Chinese people...we don't want to hurt you, now you quit immediately..."

Fortunately, China is famous, and although these foreign people have bad attitudes, they do not act excessively.

However, the next moment, the people here were shocked to find that Zhang Daoran, who was surrounded by them, had lost his trace. In front of their eyes, it seemed to have evaporated and disappeared directly.

"Who are you? This is the place where criminals are held, you can't get close to..."

“Huhuhu…”

Before they could react, there were warnings coming from behind these people, followed by a strong gust of wind, lifting the curtain of a small tent, and four or five young and strong men with guns in their hands were pushed out.

"Beat him to death... He is here to rescue the pagans who blasphemed Allah..."

"Bang bang..."

A group of young and strong men wanted to rush into the tent, with great momentum.

However, as soon as the body touched the simple curtain of the tent, it was like it was hitting a wall. The people in front could not go further. Without any knowledge, dozens of people in the back were crowded. The people in front kept wailing: "Don't squeeze... Don't squeeze..."

Only then did these people realize the abnormality and look in horror. The door that can be opened with just one finger was opened. At this time, it was like steel. So many strong men were crowded forward together, and the curtain did not move at all.

"Dadadada..."

A tall and strong boy pointed his gun at the tent and fired.

"Dingding..."

The muzzle was sprayed with a fire snake, and the bullet hit the tent, like a collision of gold and iron, sparking, but it was difficult to hurt at all.

"Stop...stop..."

Someone stopped the boy and looked at the tent in horror: "Is this God's appearance?"

"Go and invite the elder..."

This is a shelter where more than a dozen villages gather. The common beliefs of more than a dozen villages require someone to lead them and worship the gods. There is an elder. Seeing the strange appearance of the tent, these people immediately thought of the elders.

Soon, an old man dressed in strange clothes and came to the tent. The elder's eyes were wandering. He believed in Allah, but he didn't know anything. He had to fight, he didn't know how to fight, he only knew how to recite scriptures.

A tent made of thin cloth could block the bullets, and at the same time blocked his sight, and the elder felt horror.

Taking a deep breath, he walked to the tent, and stretched out a hand.

The people around him held their breath and their eyes fell on the elder's palm: "The elder is the messenger of Allah, and should be able to open the curtain..."

In the expectant eyes of the people, a trace of bitterness appeared on the elder's face. He gritted his teeth and touched the curtain of the tent. With force, the curtain was lifted up. The elder was slightly stunned. Someone said just now that the curtain was like steel. Dozens of strong men used force together and it was difficult to lift it. Not only that, it was difficult to hurt the guns.

Now, he opened it effortlessly: "Can I really be the messenger of Allah, the one who is the most closest to God?"

Not only the elder was shocked, but even the people around him were shocked: "Elder, he is really the messenger of Allah, and he was appointed by the gods. He really opened the curtain..."

"Roar in and catch the pagans!"

Dozens of young and strong men rushed into the tent with guns, and then the tent was silent.

Dozens of people were in the tent, and the young man who had just walked in was missing. In the tent, the pagan who was originally locked in iron chains and was about to be sentenced to death in two days disappeared.

Where the pagans were locked, only the broken iron chains and chains were left...
Chapter completed!