"Stop!"

The high priest panicked, even though there were already believers who began to approach Long Yun and wanted to stop Long Yun. However, these ordinary people, these ordinary believers, can they stop Long Yun's next move?

The high priest was skeptical......

Long Yun didn't make any pauses, the high priest knew very well that at this moment, unless he had the strength of a god, he couldn't stop Long Yun at all. The high priest was so panicked that he could only shout.

Long Yun's movements did not pause without any pause, but those believers suddenly stopped. A little dazed turned to look at the high priest, and a lot of doubts arose in his mind: "We stop the blasphemous heretics, why does the high priest want us to stop?"

These believers can die without blinking an eye under the guidance of the gods and do anything dangerous. But the closest to the gods, the messengers of the gods, their area, the orders of the high priests of the sect, they had to listen. Even, they can't arouse any thoughts of resistance at all.

"Damn it!"

The High Priest had the urge to hit the wall, and he wanted to stop Long Yun's movements, not his followers.

However, in just such a flick of the god's effort, Long Yun's palm, which covered the power of the Yang God's soul, had already pulled the cloth covered with runes.

"Sneer......"

The cloth shattered and was ripped off the pillar by Long Yun. The pillar was covered with runes, and ordinary cultivators would be bounced off by the runes once they touched it. The only trace of luck left in the high priest's heart was also pulled by Long Yun like this, and it was torn to pieces.

"Boom ......"

The runes in Long Yun's hands were like life, constantly struggling, constantly rushing left and right in Long Yun's hands, trying to get rid of Long Yun's control. Long Yun's five fingers were forced, these runes were like a little goldfish playing with a child during the New Year, and there were a few crisp explosions in his hand, but Long Yun's palm didn't seem to be shaken in the slightest!

"What grudge do we have, and why should we destroy our sacrifice and offend the gods?"

The High Priest's heart jumped, but as the High Priest of the Eastern Region, the High Priest still had his own pride. Long Yun's terrifying strength of easily tearing apart the runes made the high priest a little jealous, but the high-ranking status he had cultivated over the years did not allow him to have half a point.

"Offending the gods?"

Long Yun sneered: "Your so-called gods are the high priests you admire, and the gods are not here at all. How is it different from the devil to use the power of believers' faith and the lives and souls of believers to improve their own strength?"

Zhang Daoran could see that under the guise of the high priest sacrificing to the gods, he was seeking his own personal interests and improving his strength. However, these believers do not allow others to blaspheme the gods they believe in. Before the high priest could give the order, the believers rushed to the high platform in droves like hungry wolves. With their own hands, they want to tear this blasphemous man apart.

The believers rushed forward, but the high priest himself rolled his eyes, and with his men, turned and fled into the distance.

In the eyes of the high priest, even if these believers died, they were back in the arms of the gods and had a chance to be reborn. And if you lose believers yourself, anywhere, at any time, as long as you want to, you can easily gain more believers.

In times of war, as the high priests of the sect, there is no shortage of these believers who want to be protected by the gods.

The high priest took the opportunity to flee for his life, but these believers did not realize it, and began to climb to the high platform without fear of death, glaring at Long Yun angrily. If it weren't for Long Yun's stepping on the flying sword, above mid-air, right in front of them, Long Yun would most likely have been bitten to death by these crazy believers at this time.

Seeing these believers so crazy, Long Yun was also shocked. Only then did I understand what Zhang Daoran said: "These believers have deeply rooted their own beliefs. The only way to change their faith is to destroy their gods, to destroy their faith. And the process of making believers forget their beliefs is likely to take decades, or even generations!"

It takes a generation, or even several generations, to change. Now Long Yun believed that the high priest, as the closest existence to the gods in the hearts of believers, was the bridge that they could communicate with the gods, but at the critical moment, he abandoned them and fled......

In the minds of the high priests, faith may be just a tool for their gain, but these believers are pitiful, but they have no doubt about the gods. ”

Throwing away the cloth that had turned into residues in his hand, Long Yun was about to harness the flying sword and chase after the high priest and the others. In Long Yun's view, this is the high priest, the faith of this country, and their inheritance. In Long Yun's view, it is not impossible to sacrifice, but to use other people's beliefs and sacrifice other people's lives in exchange for their own interests, this is the devil.

Good and evil are not mutually exclusive, and they have existed since the time when immortals and demons were separated.

Long Yun's first thought was to catch up and kill the high priest!

However, as soon as this thought came to mind, the entire high platform suddenly shook, and a terrifying coercion, centered on the high platform, spread to all sides.

"Ah......h

Those crazy believers, carrying the terrifying coercion, felt like they were carrying a mountain on their backs and fell from a high platform. And the believers who rushed here fell directly to the ground.

"The true God is angry!"

"The true God will punish the blasphemers!"

The first thought of these believers was that this was a place to worship the gods. And in their hearts, the only god is Allah. This heretic has angered the true God by preventing the believers from sacrificing to the true God!

Long Yun also felt that a trace of terrifying coercion was squeezing from all around. No, start to converge from above the high platform, and want to radiate around.

This trace of terrifying coercion exceeded Long Yun's expectations. Long Yun felt that the sky had collapsed, and a mountain was pressing down on him. Unexpectedly, with the realm of the seven turns of the Dragon Yunyang God, there was no way to resist. The flying sword screamed, returned to its original size, and fell from the sky. Losing support, Long Yun also felt a tightness in his chest, and his body fell from the air uncontrollably.

Only a few meters in the air, although the coercion made Long Yun's cultivation unable to exert himself, Long Yun still fell steadily to the ground.

The legs were like pillars supporting the heavens and the earth, unable to withstand the collapse of the sky, and in an instant, the legs were deeply inserted into the hard ground. The ground here is Gobi rock, and the legs are inserted into the ground, which is enough to witness how terrifying this coercion is.

Long Yun was shocked in his heart: "This coercion... I'm afraid it's a coercion that can only be possessed by the condensed primordial spirit......, or even at a higher level!

Thinking of those believers just now, their faces were full of surprise, and they shouted loudly that their true god had come to the world, Long Yun's whole heart lifted: "Could it be that you really angered the true god? Who is their true god and what realm does it have?"

"The blasphemer has been subdued by the true gods... Let's go over and break the blasphemer into pieces!"

These believers hate Long Yun to the core. Even if he was lying on the ground, unable to move under the pressure of coercion, he still insisted, crawling towards Long Yun at a moment, centimeter and a half.

Even those believers who fell from the sky and were injured by falling were trying to get close to Long Yun and tear apart this pagan blasphemous who blasphemed their gods.

Looking at these crazy believers who seemed to be controlled by people, Long Yun inexplicably felt a trace of fear: "What kind of doctrine is it that makes these believers so crazy?"