Library of Heaven’s Path

"Isn't the Kunming realm of the philosophers of this family not created by the Confucius?"

Zhang Hang’s heart is moving.

There are hundreds of philosophers, leaving the famous mainland, living in the small world made by Confucius, and knowing it before coming. So after the opening of the seal of Tian Xuan Kingdom, it is not strange to see the relief in front of you. I understand that it seems... not the case.

This small world seems to exist in ancient times, not created by the Confucius.

The record of Confucius, disappeared from here, is it... What is the connection with entering the heavens?

Continue to move forward.

After the embossing, it is a much larger room. The wall is full of murals, and the writers have written hundreds of powerful people. After coming to this small world, many powerful people who have made great contributions have emerged.

As guessed, the green bud wheat is indeed cultivated by an ancient saint, but it is not a late ancient sacred, but a descendant of him. After tens of thousands of years of improvement, it has the effect of today. Even if you don't cultivate, adulthood can reach the realm of the master.

The talent is higher and the cultivation speed is faster.

After reading the murals, Zhang Hang is more confused.

There is no record of the disappearance of the Confucius here. It seems that it is completely gone, and there is no news.

There was no other thing at the end of the room, and it turned for a while. Zhang was full of helplessness.

There are no more clues here.

I want to leave the ancestral hall and find other clues. The body suddenly sways and hides behind the side door. At the same time, there are more than a dozen seals arranged around the body. In an instant, the figure disappears in place, as if it has never appeared before.

Hey!

Just hid, the footsteps sounded and several people walked in.

Through the side door, Zhang Hang sneaked away.

The head is actually an old acquaintance, Yan Qing Gu Sheng!

A few people behind him also know that the Confucius Temple was the one who surrounded Chen Yonghuang.

His current strength, combined with the understanding of space, is hidden, as long as you do not take the initiative to release the atmosphere or communicate with others, enough to make these ancient saints can not be found.

"Their status is not very good..."

Under the difference I saw before, at the Confucius Temple, these people, each of them breathed in the air, with the unbearable power and majesty of the ancient holy, and now, one by one, the strength is weak, regardless of appearance or infuriating, give People feel a sense of collapse at any time.

This feeling is somewhat similar to the previous Zhang Hongtian, as if life has come to an end.

"What happened?"

It’s full of surprises.

In the Temple of Confucius, they encircled Chen Yonghuang. Although the fighting was fierce, many people were injured. It was not too heavy. It gave enough time and could be easily restored. It would not leave too much hidden danger. How short? I haven't seen it for a few months, all of them look like this?

In particular, Yan Qing Gu Sheng, his face is aging, his eyes are dimmed, and he will be on the wood, as if he will die at any time.

"Cough!"

The heart is strange, the sound of coughing sounds, and the mouth of Yan Qing Gu Sheng mouth overflows with blood.

"Yan Qing..."

An ancient saint behind him is full of worry.

"Also hold it!"

Shake his head and force the injury on his body. Yan Qing Gu Sheng turned his head: "After the worship, let's start!"

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Well, it can only be like this. This is the mission of our family and the responsibility."

Shake his head, Yan Qing Gu Sheng's face has no sadness and no joy, no longer say more, and bowed to the statue of the Confucius in front of him to salute.

"The Holy Master, in the lower sacred ancestors of the seventy-three generations of the sacred ancestors, Yan Qing, obeying the ancient training, doing their duty, never slacked off, and now the Confucius Temple opened, has reached the critical point in the ancestral word of mouth. I can't back down, I'm willing to give my life for it, and I hope that the teacher will get news in God and bless future generations!"

Kneeling on the ground, respectful.

The statue of Confucius seems to have no consciousness, and he is still motionless.

After the worship, everyone stood up, and Yan Qing Gu Sheng looked even weaker: "Let's go!"

"Yeah!"

All the people showed helplessness in their eyes, but they didn’t say anything and turned around.

"Critical point? Dedication to life?"

Seeing them leave, Zhang hangs off the prohibition around the body, a fog.

According to normal circumstances, these ancient saints should sleep, how come here to say these words? What is the injury to the body?

I didn’t hear it before. They repaired it at the Confucius Temple. Is it possible to repair the Confucius Temple and get hurt?

It’s weird, just follow it and go out.

"The keel gun, help me hide the breath!"

The palm of your hand trembles, the rifle becomes a belt again, and the whole body is shrouded. The entire portrait is narrowed down in the blink of an eye. No more leaks of breath, blood drops and rebirth are strong, and they are undetectable.

Zhanghang’s current combat power, although comparable to the **** rebirth, after all, did not break through to the ancient holy, on the control of power, there is still some power, but to maintain the immortality of the perfection, let people not find it, follow this The strongest of the group's mainland is easily explored.

The keel rifle engulfs the dragon's blood. Only one step away, it can break through to the broken void. The real combat power is much stronger than the ancient sacred sacred sacred. It helps, and the other party is no longer aware of it.

After leaving the sage hall, I saw Yan Qing Gu Sheng and others, flying straight into the sky, tearing the space, followed closely.

I don’t know how far I flew, I came to a high platform.

The sky is empty, nothing.

"The space here...the mobility is fast!"

It fell on the top, and Zhang frowned and frowned.

The naked eye seems to be very quiet in front of the eyes, but the point where the space comprehension reaches a true solution can be easily felt. The sky in front of the sky is flowing rapidly and constantly changing. It seems that it can not stand at any time and collapse completely.

The most important thing is that behind the space, it gives a feeling of creepiness, like a special power, from the soul.

"Get started!"

Standing in a good position, Yan Qing ancient holy road.

The people nodded and gritted their teeth. They just wanted to exert their strength. In the distance, a blast of wind blew, and the two figures flew straight.

Seeing that someone came over at this time, everyone stopped, brushed and looked at it, Zhang Hang also turned his head.

Call!

The figure falls.

Before a girl, the body is slender, black hair, floating in the waist, giving people a sense of ethereal, looks like a 20-year-old look, a pair of show with anxious.

A young man in her twenties is behind her. She is in Tsing Yi, and Zhang Hang just knows it. It is the hundred strong people who are pleading for the remains of the ancient holy and fighting for the mother of the world. Yan Xue!

"How come you?"

See two people, Yan Qing Gu Sheng face sinking.

"I am a descendant of Confucius. If this happens, how can I not come..."

Step forward, the girl’s voice has a taste that cannot be rejected.

"After Confucius?"

Zhang Hangyi: "Is that the legendary... Kong Shiyao?"