Three days later, the original gourd-shaped valley suddenly disappeared from the front of my eyes.

A layer of mist that is difficult to distinguish with the naked eye covers the surroundings. Standing at the entrance of the valley and looking at the place where the valley was originally located, it was hazy and invisible, and there was a deep abyss in front of me.

The valley disappeared...

"Real person..." Seeing the cliff in front of him, Long Yun felt unstable. He left today and didn't know when he would return. The valley was hidden and outsiders could not find it. Long Yun felt relieved again. In three days, the four seasons are like spring formations, Long Yun did not comprehend, but only comprehended the complex defensive formations thoroughly.

The defensive formation is divided into three different formations: defense, attack, and invisible hiding, so it is the most complicated.

“Where are you going now?”

Long Yun was in his heart, and he was not resistant to follow Zhang Daoran. Now he was thinking about how to get Zhang Daoran’s recognition and become a disciple. Zhang Daoran simply used a few formations to let Long Yun understand the vast powers of Zhang Daoran.

There is a clear gap in realm, and Zhang Daoran's understanding of practicing Taoism is far beyond what Long Yun can match. While Long Yun was in awe, he still wanted to get close to Zhang Daoran more. Even if he could not learn from his master, he could always follow Zhang Daoran and benefit greatly.

"Go to the place where you should go, be content with the circumstances, move with the circumstances, everything is driven by the energy, and follow the desire deep in your heart."

The auspicious clouds slowly rose, but Long Yun felt confused. Long Yun could feel that Zhang Daoran was so free and easy, that he did not really go wherever he wanted, but that he had a purpose. Zhang Daoran did not say anything, and Long Yun did not ask.

The auspicious clouds floated in the air at a very slow speed. Just like pedestrians running, Zhang Daoran didn't seem to be very anxious.

At some point, when Long Yun guessed where Zhang Daoran was going, Xiangyun suddenly accelerated, and to the extreme. Everything in front of him was very blurry. With Long Yun's cultivation level, he also felt that everything in front of him could not be seen clearly. This feeling lasted for a few seconds. When the things in front of him could be seen clearly here, Xiangyun had stopped.

"boom......"

"Dadadada..."

Diagonally below, the sound of cannons roared and the sound of gunfire echoed. Obviously there was a war here...

"Real person..."

There were two groups below, one side had dozens of people and the other side had dozens of people. They were hiding in the abandoned village, far apart, and were fighting fire. Long Yun was a little puzzled: "The real person wants to stop their conflict?"

Zhang Daoran did not respond, but looked at the bottom: "Several residential houses in the northeast and several civilians are in a crisis of life and death. If you want to preach, you must first show your supernatural powers. If you want to change their beliefs, you must first destroy their original beliefs. Although the grace of saving lives cannot change everything, it is the beginning of all changes. Long Yun, go..."

"Once the one with a red scarf tied around his neck retreats, the other side will massacre inhumane..."

Zhang Daoran's voice was indifferent and did not choose to take action personally because of his supernatural powers. He did not choose until the two sides conflicted. Zhang Daoran did not have such obligations, and because the two sides clashed due to different beliefs, Zhang Daoran was powerless to stop him.

Long Yun did not hesitate at all. The gourd on his waist instantly floated out of his waist. The gourd became bigger and bigger. Long Yun directly crossed his legs and was about to fly away. He frowned, but his face was full of bitterness: "Real person, the disciple's treasure jade gourd can only change so much. The disciple can just fly alone. If there are many civilians who need rescue below, the disciple may not be able to rescue him. Besides..."

The auspicious cloud is as light as a leaf, and the cultivation of immortality is just as light as willow catkins. The mind is powerful in all aspects of the mortal world, and a grain of mortal world is heavy.

If the civilians below are all practitioners, Long Yun can easily let them stack arhats and he can also take them away at once. And they are not practitioners, but civilians, ordinary people. No matter how conceited Long Yun is, he has no confidence to take away a mortal...

"Use the formation to hide whereabouts, use the formation to isolate the outside world, and form a world of its own..." Zhang Daoran looked down: "The one who tied a red scarf around his neck can't resist..."

Long Yun's eyes lit up and he cursed himself: "I have no idea to follow Zhang Zhenren. The formation that I just learned is probably what Zhang Zhenren had expected to happen today!"

A storm of waves appeared in my heart, but the dragon cloud directly turned into a purple light and landed next to the dilapidated houses in the northeast.

The purple light flashed past, and no one of the two sides of the fire exchange noticed it. In the dilapidated house, more than a dozen people were inexplicably frightened. Long Yun turned into purple light, and they looked very strange to them, so they were obviously not the same race as them.

Long Yun fell next to the house, his eyes seemed to see through the broken walls and fell into a half-collapsed room. A pair of black eyes carefully poked out half of his head through the broken window and observed Long Yun.

This is a tender face, covered with dust, and the heart that has experienced the baptism of artillery fire reflects the inner fear through its eyes.

The artillery fire destroyed their homes.

It doesn't make sense for who is right or who is wrong.

These people who fought not only compete for territory, but also captured the population. If they were not in compliance, they would massacre. Here, human nature had long been shattered by artillery fire. Conscience has also turned into pieces with the artillery fire.

In this country, only iron and blood, and only weapons in hand are the king.

Seeing this tender face and these eyes that revealed fear, Long Yun felt a feeling of being pulled in his heart. Long Yun had experienced wars, Taoist formations, combat skills, and wars between cultivators were far greater than the casualties caused by artillery firearms.

However, Long Yun did not pay attention to the sadness of the weak and his desire for survival.

A ripples rose in Long Yun's heart, causing waves. The originally indifferent to life in his eyes, there was a kind of compassion: "It turns out that the weak also have a desire, that is, the desire for life..."

"boom......"

The shell exploded not far away, and Long Yun waved his hand, and an invisible energy blocked the flying gravel.

With a sucked hand, the gravel fell into his hand. Long Yun's right hand was like a knife, and his fingers were writing and drawing randomly and regularly on the gravel. The civilians in the houses all lay on the ground when the bomb exploded in the distance.

Only those pair of eyes full of fear were still looking at Long Yun, and there was a kind of worry in their fearful eyes. However, the gravel shrapnel of the bomb's collapsed shot towards Long Yun, like a wall, freezing behind Long Yun and slowly sliding down.

“Allah, Allah…”

The voice is very tender and small, just like whispering.

Long Yun raised his head and looked at the tender little face: "It's not Allah or Allah, I am a Taoist priest and an ordinary monk."

In fact, Long Yun really wants to say that your Allah, Allah, will not come here to save you from water and fire.

Just like the gods and emperors who are above the nine heavens will not easily interfere in the wars in the mortal world.

A hint of fear appeared on her tender little face. The sound just now sounded in her head. She quickly retracted her head and lay down...

Long Yun didn't care and looked behind him. The defeated defeated army was retreating here. Long Yun was like lightning and buried the gravel in his hand around the house: "Allah Allah will not save you, I will be your savior..."

At this moment, a hint of enlightenment appeared on Long Yun's face, and he finally understood Zhang Daoran's thoughts.
Chapter completed!