Three days later, the original gourd-shaped valley suddenly disappeared from view.

A layer of fog that is difficult to discern with the naked eye envelops the surroundings. Standing at the entrance of the valley, looking at the place where the valley was originally located, it was hazy, the valley was invisible, and there was an abyss in front of me.

The valley is gone......

Seeing the cliff in front of him, Long Yun's heart fluctuated, leaving today, and he didn't know when he would return. The valley was hidden and could not be discovered by outsiders, and Long Yun was relieved in his heart. In three days, the four seasons were like a spring formation, and Long Yun did not go to comprehend, but only comprehended the complex defensive formation.

The defensive formation is divided into three different formations: defense, attack, and stealth and concealment, which complement each other, so it is the most complicated.

"Where are you going now?"

In Long Yun's heart, he didn't resist wherever he followed Zhang Daoran. Now I am thinking about how to get Zhang Daoran's recognition and be able to apprentice. Zhang Daoran just made a few simple formations to let Long Yun understand the vast amount of Dao Daoran's magical powers.

There is an obvious gap in the realm, and Zhang Daoran's understanding of cultivation is far from being comparable to Long Yun. While Long Yun was in awe, he still wanted to get close to Zhang Daoran. Even if you can't learn from a teacher, you can always follow Zhang Daoran's side and benefit greatly.

"Go where you should go, be at peace with what you encounter, move with fate, everything is pulled by the qi machine, and follow the deep desires of your heart. ”

The auspicious clouds slowly rose, but Long Yun felt confused. Zhang Daoran is so free and easy, Long Yun can feel that he doesn't really want to go wherever he wants, but there must be some purpose. Zhang Daoran didn't say anything, and Long Yun didn't ask each other.

The auspicious clouds were floating in the air, the speed was very slow, and like the pedestrians running, Zhang Daoran didn't seem to be in a hurry.

I don't know when, when Long Yun guessed where Zhang Daoran went, Xiangyun suddenly sped up, extremely fast. Everything in front of him was very blurry, and with Long Yun's cultivation realm, he also felt that everything in front of him could not be seen clearly. This feeling lasted only a few seconds, and by the time things in front of me could be seen clearly, the auspicious clouds had stopped.

"Boom ......"

"Da Da Da ......"

Diagonally down, the cannon roared, the guns echoed, and it was clear that there was a war going on here......

"Real ......"

There are two groups of people below, there are dozens of people on one side and dozens of people on the other side. They are hiding in a deserted village, far away from each other in the exchange of fire. Long Yun was a little puzzled: "The real person wants to stop their conflict?"

Zhang Daoran didn't respond, just looked down with his eyes: "There are several residential houses in the northeast, and there are still a few civilians in a life and death crisis. If you want to preach, you must first show your supernatural powers. And if you want to change their faith, you must first destroy their original faith. The grace of saving lives, although it cannot change everything, is the beginning of all changes. Long Yun, you can go......"

"Once the one with the red scarf around his neck retreats, the other side will be slaughtered by the inhuman ......"

Zhang Daoran's voice was indifferent, and he did not choose to take action in person because of his magical powers. Zhang Daoran did not choose until the two sides clashed, Zhang Daoran did not have such an obligation, and because the two sides clashed because of different beliefs, Zhang Daoran was powerless to stop it.

Long Yun didn't hesitate at all, the gourd on his waist flew out of his waist in an instant, the gourd became bigger and bigger, and Long Yun was about to fly away with a direct step of his legs. frowned, but his face was full of bitterness: "Real person, the disciple's treasure jade gourd can only change so much, and the disciple can just fly alone." If there are many civilians below who need to be rescued, the disciples may not be able to rescue them. And again......"

The auspicious clouds are as light as a leaf, and the cultivation of immortals is not as light as catkins. The dust is powerful, and a grain of dust is heavy.

If the civilians below were all cultivators, Long Yun could easily let them stack Arhats, and he could also carry them away at one time. And they are not cultivators, they are just ordinary people, ordinary people. No matter how conceited Long Yun is, he has no confidence to take away a mortal......

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

Long Yun's eyes lit up, and he scolded himself secretly: "Follow Zhang Zhenren's side, I don't have any ideas." The formation that Poor Dao has just learned, I'm afraid it's what Zhang Zhenren has already predicted today!"

There were turbulent waves in his heart, but Long Yun directly turned into a purple light and landed next to the dilapidated houses in the northeast.

The purple light streaked by, and neither of the two sides of the firefight noticed it. In the dilapidated houses, more than a dozen people were terrified. Long Yun turned into a purple mang, and his appearance was also an extremely unfamiliar face to them, obviously not of the same race as them.

The dragon cloud landed beside the dwelling, and his eyes seemed to see through the tattered wall and landed in a half-collapsed room. A pair of black eyes, through the broken window, cautiously poked out half of his head, observing Long Yun.

It was a young face, covered with dust, and a heart that had experienced the baptism of fire, reflecting the fear in his heart through his eyes.

Artillery fire, ruined their homes.

It no longer makes sense who is right and who is wrong.

These people who fight not only fight for territory, but also capture the population. The slightest disobedience will lead to massacre. Here, humanity has long been shattered by artillery fire. Conscience has also been turned into slag with the artillery fire.

In this country, only iron and blood, and only weapons in their hands are kings here.

Seeing this immature face and this pair of eyes revealing fear, Long Yun had a feeling of being pinched in his heart. Long Yun has experienced wars, Dao formations, collisions of combat skills, and wars between cultivators, which are far greater than the casualties caused by artillery and guns.

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

A trace of ripples rose in Long Yun's heart, setting off waves one after another. The original indifference to life in his eyes has a kind of compassion at this time: "It turns out that the weak also have a desire, that is, the desire for life......

"Boom ......"

The cannonball exploded not far away, and Long Yun stretched out his hand and waved, an invisible energy to block the flying rubble.

With a suck of the palm, the gravel fell into his hand, and 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 their stomachs at the moment when the bombs exploded in the distance.

Only those eyes full of fear still looked at Long Yun, and there was a worry in the eyes of fear. However, the debris shrapnel from the bomb crashed towards Long Yun, like a wall, frozen behind Long Yun and slowly sliding down.

"Allah, Allah..."

The voice is very immature, very small, and murmuring.

Long Yun raised his head and looked at this immature little face: "It's not Allah or Allah, Poor Dao is a Taoist, an ordinary cultivator." ”

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

It's like the Immortal Heavenly Emperor, who is high above the Nine Heavens, will not easily intervene in the war of the mortal world.

The immature little face showed a touch of horror, and the voice just now sounded in his head. Hurriedly retracted his head and fell down......

Long Yun didn't care, and glanced at the defeated army behind him, retreating here. Long Yun's body was like electricity, and he buried the gravel in his hand around the house: "Allah Allah will not save you, so the poor road will be your savior......

At this moment, a flash of realization appeared on Long Yun's face, and he finally understood Zhang Daoran's thoughts.