Long Yun's voice was questioning and questioning.

As soon as he said it, Long Yun regretted it, and his whole heart suddenly rose to his throat: "Real person, I have no other intentions. I just wanted to say, is it because Tianlang just occupied the woman's body, which is why this woman's soul is missing? If you leave Tianlang..."

Long Yun stopped as he spoke, and there was no expression on Zhang Daoran's indifferent face. Long Yun couldn't tell what Zhang Daoran was thinking at this time. In fact, Long Yun wanted to ask Zhang Daoran why he had already understood everything but did not stop him?

The atmosphere was a little quiet, and a little terrible.

After a long time, Zhang Daoran took the pill from Long Yun's hand and put the pill into the saint's mouth. He put his hands into palms, gently wiped it, and gently patted it above the saint's body, three feet away.

"She will wake up in half an hour. At that time, you must be mentally prepared. You have less spirit, incomplete thinking, and a little mental..." Zhang Daoran turned around, stood on the sacrificial platform with his hands behind his back, looking into the distance: "I know that the questions in your heart are just some things, sometimes only after experiencing them can you experience them. Haven't you already experienced that feeling now?"

"The most taboo thing for practitioners is to be anxious and angry. If you are careless for a moment, it will lead to all this. Even if I said it at the beginning, the result will be the same."

Zhang Daoran's voice was a little vague, looking into the distance, and seemed to sigh of relief: "Greedy Lang, Qi Sha, Po Jun's appearance seems not to be a disaster, but another reason. And I can't spy on all this yet. But there is one thing, after all, Greedy Lang is the main star of Ziwei, the righteous god of heaven and earth, with a noble status and strong cultivation. When I came to the mortal world, my cultivation was greatly damaged, and I could not kill him at will..."

"It's not Allah Allah... the Holy Maiden was resurrected just now, how about now..."

At this time, sounds appeared. Long Yun woke up and looked at the believers below, and his heart became tighter. However, Zhang Daoran, with his hands on his back, had slowly walked down.

Long Yun glanced at the saint lying on the high platform, finally shook his head, and followed Zhang Daoran to let him go: "These believers are crazy, can no longer understand right and wrong, can't think independently, they have been washed away by others and sacrificed to the high priest here..."

Long Yun looked around carefully. However, the madness he showed just now made Long Yun still feel scared.

However, what surprised Long Yun was that Zhang Daoran walked to the high platform and grabbed the scepter. The believers below were still standing still in place calmly, motionless and numb.

Long Yun felt the strangeness, but saw Zhang Daoran's scepter shattering, and the ruby ​​turned into ashes.

It was a pity and a little distressed. Although this scepter was an evil thing, it was also a treasure. Zhang Daoran destroyed it as soon as he said it, without blinking. In Long Yun's eyes, this thing was a treasure, and in Zhang Daoran's hands, it was like a piece of ragged iron, and it was thrown away at will.

After doing all this, Zhang Daoran walked forward without saying a word. Thousands of religious believers in this country surrounding the high platform made way for a path. It was like an emperor on a tour, and these people did not dare to get close at all.

Zhang Daoran passed over the crowd and sat cross-legged on a large stone, closing his eyes.

The believers around were still surrounded, and Long Yun stood in front of Zhang Daoran, carefully guarding. What Long Yun didn't know was that just now, Zhang Daoran came suddenly. Looking at Long Yun's attitude towards Zhang Daoran, he naturally knew that Zhang Daoran was not a simple person.

Long Yun's vigilance turned into vain. Not long after, these believers left one after another. But before leaving, they looked at the sacrificial platform with a look of regret on their faces.

Zhang Daoran sat cross-legged, without saying a word, closed his eyes to rest, and naturally Long Yun did not dare to disturb him.

Soon, two or three hours passed, and Zhang Daoran still maintained his original posture and did not move at all. Some believers around him, holding water and some food, came over and wanted to give Long Yun and the others to eat.

Long Yun looked at them, and left because of fear.

Long Yun guard was bored in front of Zhang Daoran. He also found a stone to sit down and watched the sun sink. The night gradually enveloped the earth, and the night was about to come. The calm around him was hard to believe that there were still thousands of people gathering here.

There is no light or noise, everything is so quiet, so quiet that it makes people scary.

"Crazy...Crazy...The Saint came alive, but became a madman..."

While feeling everything here, suddenly there were loud shouts coming from afar. Long Yun stood up and looked at the place where the sound came from, and saw the saint, like a lonely soul, passing through the crowd, muttering to himself as he walked: "You have harmed me..."

But for two seconds, my face covered by black veil was not visible. But my eyes were filled with fear: "Don't kill me, I don't want to die... I don't want to be a saint..."

"She will wake up in half an hour. At that time, you must be mentally prepared. You will lose your soul, have incomplete thinking, and have some mentality..."

Zhang Daoran's words appeared in his mind at the beginning, and Long Yun smiled bitterly: "This is not just incomplete thinking and incomplete mind. This has become a fool..."

If you are sick or have any physical defects, as a practitioner, especially Zhang Daoran, you can easily help the saint recover as before. It’s just that the soul is incomplete, and another soul has been destroyed. No matter how many means or powerful magical powers are, it is probably difficult to gather the three souls and six spirits...

"The three souls and six spirits are not complete, and the soul has defects. The only way to make up for it now is to guide her to practice. The Yin God tempers the three souls of heaven, earth and man. When the Yang God is complete and the soul is condensed, it can naturally recover... However, during this period, with her current mental and mental state, it may be difficult to enter the Taoist practice."

Long Yun was watching all this with all his thoughts. Zhang Daoran had already opened his eyes at some point. A faint voice seemed to open a skylight for Long Yun, and his eyes lit up: "Disciple is taught... all this is caused by the disciple, and the disciple will definitely bear this consequence."

"Although this woman is not complete now, she can practice Taoism without distractions because of this. It is also because of the past ten years that the religion in this country has used a lot of energy to make this woman form the acquired extreme yin body. There may be some gap between it and the innate Nine Yin yin, but she is also a rare genius of practicing Taoism."

That's right, as long as you have the ability to guide a fool to practice, there will inevitably be unexpected results. Fools will not think randomly, have strange ideas, and have ordinary worries.

Long Yun didn't think of this. He thought that a fool could understand the practice of Taoism?

Now that Zhang Daoran said this, Long Yun felt guilty towards the saint, so he had a different idea in his heart: "Maybe, my mantle will be passed down from this disciple in the future."

"You may be a little hesitant, but don't forget that this woman has the foundation of alternative practice, which is equivalent to the realm of the condensation of the soul of Yin God. As long as you find the right method, it will definitely be difficult to find the speed of cultivation..." Zhang Daoran suddenly stood up and looked into the distance: "I waited for a long time and finally came..."
Chapter completed!