Long Yun's voice was questioning, with a kind of questioning.

As soon as he said it, Long Yun already regretted it, and his whole heart instantly rose to his throat: "Real person, the disciple doesn't mean anything else, I just want to say, is it that the greedy wolf just occupied this woman's body, so it will cause this woman's soul to be missing......?

Long Yun stopped as he spoke, and there was no expression on Zhang Daoran's indifferent face. It was difficult for Long Yun to judge what Zhang Daoran was thinking at this time. In fact, Long Yun really wanted to ask Zhang Daoran, why did he have insight into everything, but he didn't stop it?

The atmosphere was a little silent, and the silence was a little scary.

After a long time, Zhang Daoran took the pill in Long Yun's hand and put the pill in the mouth of the saint. Put your hands into palms, wipe them gently, and pat them lightly above the saint's body, three feet away.

"She'll wake up in half an hour, and you'll have to be mentally prepared for that. One less spirit, incomplete thinking, and a little ..... mind" Zhang Daoran turned around, stood on the sacrificial platform with his hands behind his back, and looked into the distance: "Poor Dao knows the doubts in your heart, but there are some things, sometimes only after experiencing it, can you taste it." Haven't you already experienced that feeling now?"

"Cultivators, the most taboo is to be impatient, you are careless, which leads to all this, even if you say it at the beginning, the result is the same. ”

Zhang Daoran's voice was a little fluctuating, looking into the distance, he seemed to breathe a sigh of relief: "It seems that the appearance of the greedy wolf, the seven killings, and the broken army is not a disaster, but another reason. And all this, poor Dao is not yet able to snoop. However, there is one point, after all, the greedy wolf is the main star of Ziwei, the god of heaven and earth, the identity is noble, and the cultivation is powerful. Descending to the mortal world, his cultivation is a great loss, and the poor path is not a ...... that can kill him at will."

"Not Allah Allah... The Holy Maiden has just been resurrected, how can she ...... now?"

Below the sacrificial platform, voices appeared. Long Yun came to his senses at this time, and looked at the believers below, and his heart tightened again. And Zhang Daoran, with his hands behind his back, has slowly walked down.

Long Yun glanced at the holy woman lying on the high platform, and finally shook his head, and followed Zhang Daoran down: "These believers are already crazy, they can no longer understand right and wrong, they can't think independently, they have been washed of their souls by others, and they have been sacrificed to the high priest here......"

Long Yun looked around cautiously, these believers, but just now, the madness they showed made Long Yun still have palpitations in his heart.

However, to Long Yun's surprise, Zhang Daoran walked all the way to the bottom of the high platform and grabbed the scepter, and the believers below were still standing in place very calmly, motionless with a numb expression.

Long Yun felt weird, but saw Zhang Daoran, the scepter he was holding shattered, and the ruby turned into flying ashes.

I feel a pity, a little distressed, this scepter, although it is an evil thing, is also a treasure. Zhang Daoran said that if he was ruined, he didn't blink. In Long Yun's view, this kind of thing that is a treasure, in Zhang Daoran's hands, is like broken copper and iron, and it is discarded at will.

After doing all this, Zhang Daoran didn't say a word and walked forward. The thousands of believers of the country's religion who had gathered around the high platform moved out of the way. It's like an emperor going out on patrol, and these people don't dare to get the slightest closer.

Zhang Daoran crossed the crowd and sat cross-legged on a large rock, already closing his eyes.

The surrounding believers were still gathered in place, and Long Yun stood in front of Zhang Daoran, guarding cautiously. What Long Yun didn't know was that just now, Zhang Daoran came suddenly, and looking at Long Yun's attitude towards Zhang Daoran, he naturally knew that Zhang Daoran was not a simple character.

Long Yun's vigilance turned into futility. Not long after, these believers left. Just before leaving, he glanced at the sacrificial platform, with a look of regret on his face.

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

Soon, two or three hours passed, and Zhang Daoran still maintained his original posture and did not move. There were some believers around, holding water and some food, but they came over and wanted to give Long Yun and them food.

Long Yun glanced at them, and left in terror because he was afraid.

Long Yun was guarding in front of Zhang Daoran, feeling bored. I also found a stone and sat down and watched the sun sink in the west. Night gradually covers the land, and darkness is coming. It's hard to believe that there are thousands of people gathered here.