Long Yun was solemnly watching everything on the high platform, and Zhang Daoran's voice made Long Yun slightly stunned: "Real person, what should a disciple do?"

At this time, on the high platform, the saint had already left her body with her soul out of her body, and there was still purple light emitting, connected to the first layer of floating scepters. The scepter was controlled by a soul body, which became more and more condensed.

The pillars of the high platform, the runes on the wrapped cloth, and the runes on the clothes of the saintess on the high platform slowly showed signs of merging. These runes are detached from the garments of the saint and from the pillars that support the high platform.

Like a fish absorbing water, it began to converge on the slowly solidifying soul body holding the scepter in its hand. The coercion on the soul body is getting stronger and stronger. The coercion spread in all directions, and the people who knelt on the ground and prayed seemed to feel the gods coming, and no one dared to open their eyes to see what was happening.

Without the will of the gods, it is a blasphemy for anyone to dare to peep into the gods. Blasphemy will be burned in the fire, burned alive!

For these, Long Yun didn't know, now between heaven and earth, there was a connection with the holy woman on the high platform, and indirectly with the first layer of floating scepters, and also established a connection. Now, if you want to make a move, you have to contend with the mysterious power between heaven and earth. Long Yun clearly sensed that there was a mysterious power between heaven and earth, and he couldn't resist it. If you make a rash move, you will inevitably get hurt.

At this time, Long Yun was shocked to find that Zhang Daoran probably already knew about this result. I was surprised in my heart, and I was even more convinced of Zhang Daoran: "Fortunately, Poor Dao didn't make a rash move just now, otherwise he would definitely be seriously injured, and he would not help anything......"

Looking at Zhang Daoran with burning eyes, Long Yun didn't realize that he was an old-timer who had been cultivating for hundreds of years, as if he was a beginner at this moment, and he had just embarked on the path of cultivation. Zhang Daoran is an omnipotent immortal, pointing out the direction for himself.

Long Yun also knew very well that the reason why Zhang Daoran didn't choose to make a move was not because he was afraid of anything. It's because Long Yun himself, because of the movement of his mind, has a direct causal burden with this matter.

Long Yun must make a move, otherwise his mind will be unstable, and there will be no future for cultivation.

Inexplicably, in Long Yun's heart, he had a dependence on Zhang Daoran. It seems that Zhang Daoran is here, and he will be fearless: "The first powerhouse of the Blue Star, the Demon Sect has fallen into the hands of Zhang Zhenren, just ask the heaven and earth, who is still Zhang Zhenren's opponent?"

Zhang Daoran seemed to see through Long Yun's heart, but he shook his head helplessly: "You go, destroy the runes on the supporting pillar in the northwest of the high platform, and the sacrifice will naturally stop......"

The sacrifice will stop, what are the consequences, Long Yun didn't ask, and he didn't think about it. Instead, he directly controlled the flying sword and left Xiangyun directly.

Harness the flying sword and transform into a streamer.

On the ground, everyone was praying, themselves reciting prayer scriptures. No one noticed that Long Yun suddenly appeared at this moment. Perhaps the high priest who presided over this sacrifice did not expect that in their kingdom and on their territory, there would be a different kind of cultivator, indifferently appearing and destroying their sacrificial activities.

As soon as Long Yun left, Zhang Daoran saw the floating soul body on the first floor of the high platform, and his appearance was exactly the same as the high priest who presided over the sacrifice and read the sacrifice just now.

"Fooling believers, being entangled in cause and effect......" Zhang Daoran was a little puzzled in his heart: "These heterogeneous cultivators don't seem to be afraid of bearing the burden of cause and effect. So much power of faith, mixed with endless selfish desires, endless thoughts and desires, this in itself is the most complex and rich place of cause and effect, and this high priest seems to be able to absorb all of them in his body......"

The soul body that holds the scepter in his hand is the soul of the high priest.

The High Priest uses the power of faith to increase his strength!

"It's a pity that these believers really think that the gods will come down and pray for them...... didn't know that his mind had already been controlled by others. This is the doctrine of this sect, the very meaning of its existence, which is to exploit ......"

A sneer appeared on Zhang Daoran's face: "Although the poor path does not exclude other cultivators, this kind of cultivation method is too cruel......

promised Long Yun that he would help Long Yun destroy this sacrifice, it was Zhang Daoran, and he had already developed a bad feeling towards this sect.

"Buzz ......"

However, when these thoughts came to Zhang Daoran's mind, Long Yun had already harnessed the flying sword and arrived in the northwest direction, in front of the pillar of the sacrificial high platform. And at this moment, the soul body that was gradually condensing in the first layer suddenly opened its eyes.

The eyes were filled with anger, with fear, with unease, with an incomparably strong murderous intent: "Bold! Who dares to prevent Allah from accepting the sacrifice?"

Long Yun, who had just arrived in front of the pillar, was startled by this voice. The sound was like thunder, but ordinary people could not hear it. Exploded in his mind, with the intention of soul attack.

"The soul body of the Yin God Dacheng Realm also wants to deter the poor Dao?" Long Yun's eyes narrowed, he didn't want to pay attention to this soul body, but this soul body took the initiative to trouble him, Long Yun snorted coldly: "Let you see, what is a soul attack!"

As soon as his mind moved, the soul body of Long Yunyang's seven turns sent out an attack. The biggest difference between the yang god and the yin god is that the yin god can hardly see the day, while the yang god can be independent of the body and carry a scorching breath.

The Yin God and the Yang God are in a duel, and if the souls attack each other, the Yin God and the strong will inevitably be the first to retreat......

The scorching heat was like the attack of the sun god, making the soul of this high priest instantly have a feeling of melting. Before Long Yun's attack arrived, the Yin God of the High Priest sensed a thick crisis, as if the aura of death was imminent.

After a Yang God attacked, Long Yun didn't pay any attention to the High Priest. At this time, on the top floor of the holy woman's chest, the purple light almost disappeared. If this purple mass disappears, the saint has truly fallen. No matter how great Long Yun is, he can't resurrect a person whose soul has been destroyed. Even Zhang Daoran was helpless.

Stretching out a hand, Long Yun's eyes rolled, and his palm was covered with a layer of Yang God soul power. The rest of his eyes inadvertently glanced at the location of the first layer of the scepter, and the soul body had disappeared.

And in the midst of the crowd, the high priest had opened his eyes. Tengdi stood up with a bang, with endless grief and anger on his face, and endless killing intent: "Someone blasphemes the gods, my believers, go and kill this infidel who offends the gods!"

Long Yun was shocked in his heart, and the hand that covered the soul power in his eyes paused slightly.

And the believers who were praying around stopped praying at this moment, and one by one opened his eyes and saw Long Yun who was stepping on a flying sword and wanted to destroy the rune. The originally numb expressions of these believers suddenly became hideous at this moment: "Blasphemy, burn with fire!"

Long Yun didn't care about these ordinary believers, and a smile appeared on the high priest's hideous face.

The sacrifice is almost complete... He will be able to break through the existing realm and slay this infidel!

However, the next moment, the High Priest's eyes suddenly widened, and at the moment when the last trace of purple energy in the Holy Maiden's chest left her body and entered the scepter, Long Yun's hand covered with the power of the Yang God's soul had already grasped the piece of cloth covered with runes on the northwest pillar......