This sound was almost inaudible, like a man's low sigh after being sad.

The refugees behind Long Yun thought Long Yun were going to do something stupid, but when they heard Long Yun's low and inaudible voice, they felt funny and incredible. But more people were still numb and could only look at Long Yun stupidly, feeling confused and confused. Although they didn't understand why the bullet could not be fired and could not kill them.

Although they didn't understand why these troops suddenly left, they instinctively thought: "Will this Eastern man go to fight against these live-fire outlaws?"

The body is difficult to resist the attack of thermal weapons. Once it is hit by a bullet, it will undoubtedly die.

Suddenly, they saw Long Yun stretch out his hands and pinch a handprint. The handprints were very strange. Long Yun had five fingers in each hand, which were extremely flexible, as if there were no bones, tangled together.

Long Yun suddenly stretched out his five fingers, and the refugees behind him suddenly discovered that talismans appeared in the air, and were shot by Long Yun's fingers. The space around him was twisted strangely, like jumping into space, and the talismans disappeared like lightning. The next moment, machine guns suddenly escaped from the hands of dozens of soldiers. It was like a pair of mysterious big hands dragging these machine guns. The shells fell under the window and piled up like mountains. The army that had just turned around and left was also looking at their hands blankly.

They only felt that the weapons in their hands were originally tightly clasped, and a powerful force suddenly took the weapons away from their hands. There was no reaction time, no pause at all. The weapons were pulled by this powerful force, and a layer of skin was worn off and blood was oozing out.

The grenade hanging on his waist broke the ring and disappeared directly, and his clothes were torn.

Half the collapsed houses and more than a dozen refugees looked at Long Yun incredibly. No matter how stupid they were, they understood that Long Yun had no effort to seize the weapons of these soldiers and thugs.

"How did he do it?"

These refugees were not sure about it, but saw Long Yun's fingers wrapping around together, forming a strange talisman seal. Then he bounced his fingers and these weapons fell in front of them.

"Blessed by Allah, or is this person having special abilities?"

The refugees were at a loss, their destiny was not in their hands. Now they were in control of life and death. They didn't know what to do with this powerful Eastern man later.

"These weapons are yours..."

The voice echoed in my mind: "These weapons will protect you from the peace of the world and protect you from the massacre of danger. Now this group of thugs is right in front of you. You can take up weapons and kill these demons who slaughter your relatives and friends."

The voice was tempting, which shocked more than a dozen refugees.

However, none of them dared to move, but in their eyes, fear did not dissipate, with a hint of numbness and a hint of dodging.

"well..."

Long Yun sighed. The war did not arouse the ambitions of these refugees, nor did it arouse the ambitions in their hearts. The war destroyed their confidence and their cruelty. Now they only have a living desire in their hearts, a kind of avoidance idea.

“Allah…”

More than a dozen refugees were not sure what Long Yun wanted them to do. These weapons were the weapons of slaughtering their tribesmen and their friends. But they didn't have the courage to take up these weapons and dared not use them to kill people.

"This is Allah, this is the messenger of Allah!"

This is to rescue them, not to slaughter them.

More than a dozen refugees fell to the ground, praying in their mouths, hoping: "See the True God Allah, end all the war!"

Outside the formation, dozens of thugs and dozens of soldiers were looking around in horror. In front of them, they found nothing, but their weapons disappeared from their hands without realizing it.

They searched around and found no abnormalities, just a piece of ruins.

"Where have all the weapons gone?"

These soldiers were confused. At some point, there was a soldier who was lying on the ground and shooting. The machine gun in front of him suddenly disappeared. He was confused and got up and shouted in horror: "Run..."

Incredible power appears before the face, and the unknown fear destroys their self-confidence. Their self-confidence comes from their weapons, and now they have no weapons. If the refugees attack, they will kill them alive!

Of course, refugees cannot make them mentally collapsed. It is just that the power that cannot be seen in the dark makes them nervous and collapsed.

Dozens of soldiers fled at an incredible speed. In the formation, more than a dozen refugees were kneeling on the ground to pray. Long Yun did not understand these refugees, and the characteristics of this nation could only sigh helplessly: "Ah... Believe in the soul that dominates people, this is a terrible religion."

"I am just a monk, not your Allah, nor the messenger of Allah in your mouth. I am from the East, from China, but an ordinary monk, a Taoist priest with some magical abilities."

Long Yun's thought moved, and the weapons piled up like mountains were slowly destroyed and turned into a pile of scrap iron.

More than a dozen refugees were even more frightened and looked up at Long Yun: "Are you here to preach?"

What is the ability to turn weapons into scrap iron?

What is the profession of a Taoist priest?

The Eastern China is a mysterious country. These refugees know about China, but they don’t know what Taoist priests are.

"Taoism has always spreads its own thoughts from top to bottom, but does not guide everyone to practice Taoism. There will be no spread of faith, but only seeking fate. I came here not to preach, but to experience it."

This is Zhang Daoran’s original intention, and now Long Yun understands it.

Long Yun can also see that these believers who believe in the True God of Allah will not easily change their faith. If they want to change their faith, it is probably impossible to change it without decades.

Long Yun stretched out a hand and waved it gently, and the surrounding formation disappeared: "Long Yun, a cultivator, if you have difficulties and cannot solve it, you need me to take action, come to the meditation valley. From here, it will only be a hundred miles away."

Long Yun stepped on the flying sword and turned into a stream of light and disappeared.

When a person's faith is as solid as a rock, Long Yun no longer wants to change their beliefs. These refugees will never believe in him for a while. Taoism never tries to control other people's thoughts, and Taoism only seeks fate.

Seeing Long Yun leave directly, the refugees were a little confused: "Don't we need to sacrifice?"

......

Above the auspicious cloud, Long Yun was about to kneel down with a bent kneeling, and a mysterious force made Long Yun unable to kneel down: "What you think in your heart is clear. This cannot be changed overnight. I brought you here, but I just wanted you to recognize the reality. Now that you can realize the Tao, I feel relieved. The Taoist thoughts are originally about pursuing freedom, not controlling them."

Long Yun was taught and nodded.

Zhang Daoran suddenly laughed and said, "Okay, you have never seen alien practitioners, nor have I seen them. Now let's see the methods of alien practitioners."

Xiangyun was still flying forward slowly, but Long Yun was a little excited and confused.

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Chapter completed!