The voice, almost inaudible, was like a man's low sigh after being sad.

The refugees behind Long Yun thought that Long Yun was going to do something stupid, but when they heard Long Yun's low and inaudible voice, they felt funny and incredible. But more people are still numb in their hearts, and they can only look at Long Yun stupidly, feeling puzzled and confused. Although I don't understand why the bullets can't come in and can't kill them.

Although they didn't understand why these armies left suddenly, they instinctively thought: "This Oriental, should not go to fight against these outlaws with loaded guns?"

The flesh is mortal, and it is difficult to resist the attack of thermal weapons. If you are hit by a bullet, you will definitely die.

Suddenly, they saw Long Yun stretch out his hands and pinch a handprint. The mudra is very strange, Long Yun has five fingers on each hand, extremely flexible, as if there are no bones, intertwined.

Long Yun suddenly stretched out his five fingers, and the refugees behind him suddenly found that one by one runes appeared in the air, and when Long Yun flicked his fingers, the surrounding space was strangely distorted, like jumping space, and the runes disappeared like lightning. And the next moment, one machine gun after another suddenly broke away from the hands of the dozens of soldiers. It's like a pair of mysterious big hands, dragging these machine guns. Shells fell under the windows and piled up. And the army, who had just turned to leave, also looked at his hands blankly.

They only felt the weapon in their hands, which had been clenched with both hands, and a powerful force suddenly snatched the weapon from their hands. There is no reaction time, no pause. His hands were pulled by this powerful force, and a layer of skin was worn off, and a trace of blood oozed out.

The grenade hanging from his waist broke off and disappeared directly, and his clothes were torn.

Half of the houses collapsed, more than a dozen refugees, looked at Long Yun incredulously, no matter how stupid they were, Long Yun actually took the weapons of these military thugs without much effort.

"How did he do it?"

These refugees didn't know, they just saw Long Yun's fingers on both hands intertwined, forming a strange sigil. With a flick of their fingers, the weapons fell in front of them.

"Allah protects you, or does this person have special abilities?"

The refugees are at a loss, and their fate is not in their hands. Now life and death are up to them, they don't know what this powerful Oriental will do with them later.

"These weapons are yours......"

The voice echoed in his mind: "These weapons will keep you safe and protect you from slaughter in times of danger." Now that this mob is right in front of you, you can take up arms and kill these demons who are slaughtering your loved ones, your friends. ”

The seductive voice shook the faces of a dozen refugees.

However, none of them dared to move, but in a pair of eyes, the fear did not dissipate, and there was a trace of numbness, with a trace of dodging.

"Ugh..."

Long Yun sighed, the war did not arouse the ambition of this group of refugees, nor did it arouse the ambition in their hearts. The war has destroyed their confidence and their ferocity. Now they have only a longing for life in their hearts, a fear of avoidance.

"Allah ......"

There were more than a dozen refugees, and it was not clear what Long Yun wanted them to do. These weapons were the murder weapons that slaughtered their people, their friends. It's just that they don't have the courage to take up these weapons, and they don't dare to use them to kill.

"This is Allah, this is Allah's Apostle!"

This is to save them, not to slaughter them.

More than a dozen refugees fell to their knees, praying in prayer: "God Allah, put an end to all fighting!"

Outside the formation, dozens of thugs and dozens of soldiers looked around in horror at this time. Before their eyes, they found nothing, but their weapons disappeared from their hands unconsciously.

They searched around, but found nothing out of the ordinary, just a ruin.

"Weapons, where did they go?"

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

Incredible forces appeared in front of them, and the fear of the unknown destroyed their self-confidence. Their self-confidence comes from their weapons, and now that they are gone, the refugees will beat them to death if they attack!

Of course, refugees can't let them break down yet. It's just that secretly, the power that can't be seen makes them nervous and collapse.

Dozens of soldiers fled at an incredible speed, and in the middle of the formation, more than a dozen refugees fell to their knees in prayer. Long Yun didn't understand these refugees and the characteristics of this nation, so he could only sigh helplessly: "Alas... Faith dominates the soul of man, and it is a terrible religion. ”

"Poor Dao is only a monastic, not your Allah, nor the messenger of Allah in your mouth. Poor Dao is from the East, from Huaxia, just an ordinary cultivator, a Taoist priest with some magical abilities. ”

Long Yun's mind moved, and the mountains of weapons slowly destroyed and turned into a pile of scrap metal.

More than a dozen refugees were even more frightened, and raised their heads to look at Long Yun: "You are here to preach?"

What kind of skill is it that piles of weapons turn into scrap metal?

Taoist, what profession is it?

Oriental Huaxia, a mysterious country, these refugees know about Huaxia, but they don't know what a Taoist priest is.

"Taoism has always been from the top down, spreading its own ideas, but it does not guide everyone to cultivate. There will be no spread of faith, just fate. The poor road did not come here to preach, but to experience. ”

This was Zhang Daoran's original intention, and now Long Yun understands.

Long Yun could also see that these believers in the true God of Allah would not easily change their faith. If you want to change their beliefs, I am afraid that it will not be possible to change them in a few decades.

Long Yun stretched out a hand and waved it lightly, and the surrounding formations disappeared: "Poor Dao Long Yun, a cultivator, if you have difficulties that you can't solve, and you need Poor Dao to take action, come to the Meditation Valley." From here, it's only a hundred miles to the west. ”

Long Yun stepped on the flying sword and disappeared directly into a streamer.

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

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

......

Above the auspicious clouds, Long Yun was about to kneel down with a bend of his knees, and a mysterious force made Long Yun unable to kneel: "What you think in your heart, the poor road is already clear, this is not something that can be changed overnight." Poor Dao brought you here is nothing more than asking you to recognize the reality. Now that you can realize the Tao, the poor Tao is relieved. The idea of Taoism is to pursue freedom, not to control. ”

Long Yun was taught and nodded yes.

Zhang Daoran suddenly smiled and said: "It's okay, you haven't seen a different cultivator yet, and you haven't seen a poor path either, now let's go and see the methods of a different cultivator." ”

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

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