Ignoring Yun Xiang, who was about to collapse, Zheng Yang's brows furrowed more and more, and he turned around along the stone tablet and looked at Wei Ruyan not far away.

Nodding, the girl had a look of affirmation in her eyes.

Without any further hesitation, Zheng Yang took a deep breath, took a few steps back, and slammed the spear in his palm.

Hula!

Ripples appeared in the air, and a shot pierced a line in the middle of the stele.

Click!

The sound of the formation tearing sounded, and then the stone tablet shook, a huge crack appeared in the ground, and a slender downward passage appeared in front of him.

Inside the passage, there is no smell of decay, but rather an ancient and eerie feeling, like a road to hell.

"Go down and have a look!"

Zheng Yangyi was bold and walked down with his feet raised.

Wei Ruyan followed closely.

Inside the passage, it was dark and damp, and the power of the ancient saint that he had felt before spread, and the walls were carved with special runes, which firmly locked these breaths in it, and the cultivation could not reach the ancient saint, and he could not detect it at all when he stood on the ground.

"This should be a ...... built in the time of Confucius"

While observing, Wei Ruyan said.

Although it looks intact and new, the construction techniques and the type of runes on the walls clearly bear traces of antiquity.

It was probably built in that era.

Walking down while watching, the speed was extremely fast, walking for nearly half an hour, descending dozens of kilometers, a huge stone chamber appeared in front of him.

Zheng Yang put the spear on his chest, guarding against any changes that would occur at any time, and at the same time, with a flick of his fingers, several night pearls were immediately inlaid on the wall, illuminating the surrounding lights.

It is an underground palace with a diameter of more than 40 meters, and in the middle, a sarcophagus carved in bluestone is placed horizontally in it, exuding a distant atmosphere.

"Just a sarcophagus?"

Wei Ruyan was full of doubts.

A stone monument was built that spread dozens of kilometers downwards and sealed off all breaths, just to lock up a sarcophagus?

That's a little weird, isn't it?

Without saying much, Zheng Yang slowly approached, and just wanted to use the spear in his hand to break open the coffin, when suddenly his palm shook, and a huge suction force came out of the coffin.

Airplanes!

The spear came to the sarcophagus, shook it slightly, and bowed down.

"What's wrong?" Wei Ruyan hurriedly came to him, the poisonous gas spread all over his body, and it seemed that he would take action at any time as soon as he saw that something was wrong.

"My spear has been disturbed by the gun's intent, as if there is a deeper gun's true understanding in the coffin!" Zheng Yang said.

Although his spear is not an ancient saint treasure, but it is influenced by his own gun intent, and in the face of the real ancient saint treasure, it will not be too weak, even so, it is still sucked by the coffin, obviously it has a more powerful true solution, so that the spear in his hand can't help but be impressed, and he doesn't even have the ability to resist.

"Better than your marksmanship?" Wei Ruyan couldn't believe it.

Her senior brother, inherited from the teacher, has already reached the point of true understanding of marksmanship, and can be called the second person at that time, even so, she can't resist, what is in the coffin, with such a powerful power?

"Whatever it is, you have to open it to find out...... Senior sister, after a while, you and I will shoot together and forcibly open it!"

Zheng Yang said.

Wei Ruyan nodded in agreement, and the two stood on both sides of the sarcophagus, one on the left and one on the right.

Glancing at each other, each gave each other a look, Zheng Yang and Wei Ruyan raised their eyebrows at the same time, and each grabbed forward.

Both of them are powerhouses at the level of ancient saints, and after more than a month of separate guidance, their strength has already reached an awe-inspiring level, and it is difficult for an ancient saint at the level of blood rebirth to compete, let alone a coffin.

Squeak!

With a piercing sound, a crack appeared in the coffin, and a majestic breath rushed straight into the sky, as if it was about to shatter the cave.

Zheng Yang grabbed it with his big hand and sealed this breath to prevent it from leaking a bit, and then slowly moved forward.

The breath of the ancient saint destroys the heavens and the earth, even if it leaks a little, it will destroy countless people, this breath can be extinguished at their fingertips, but once it leaks to the Tianxuan King City, the entire city may be directly destroyed.

When he came to him, he looked inside the sarcophagus and saw a corpse lying flat, motionless, as if asleep.

"It's the corpse of the Old Sage......"

Their eyebrows jumped at the same time.

Only the corpse of the ancient saint after his death can have such power, and it can not decay for 10,000 years and its appearance will not change.

"It's ......"

Zheng Yang looked at the corpse carefully, and after a moment remembered something, his face turned pale, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back.

"What's wrong?"

Wei Ruyan was puzzled.

The senior brother and sister have been together for a long time, and they also know this guy very well, they have always been not afraid of heaven and earth, and they are reckless, how can they see a corpse like this?

"He's ...... He is the Ranqiu Ancient Sage!"

His fists clenched, and Zheng Yang's body stiffened.

"Ran Qiu Ancient Sage, the first person in the combat power of the Confucian Master, the founding patriarch of the War Master Hall?" Wei Ruyan was stunned.

"Yes!"

Exhaling a breath, Zheng Yang calmed down his chaotic state of mind.

Ran Qiu Ancient Sage is one of the ten sages under Confucius, except for Confucius, the most powerful ancient sage, the founding patriarch of the War Master Hall......

When he inherited the position of the hall master and the son of war, he knelt down to worship the statue, which was exactly the same as the corpse in front of him, so he recognized it after just looking at it.

One of Confucius's most proud disciples, the second ancient saint in the world, died here......

This is not recorded in any book.

No wonder his spear met the coffin and fell directly to the ground, the weapon used by Ran Qiu Gu Sheng was a spear, and the dragon bone spear was refined by him.

can refine such a powerful weapon, and his understanding of marksmanship can be imagined, and he is definitely more advanced than him.

"Senior sister, I'm guarding here, you go and inform the teacher!"

With his fists clenched, Zheng Yang recovered, turned around and ordered.

With such a powerful corpse of the Ancient Saint appearing here, with their knowledge and understanding, there is no longer any way but to find a teacher and let him call the shots.

"Hmm!"

Wei Ruyan also understood this truth, shook her delicate body, and flew straight out.

Seeing her leave, Zheng Yang slowly walked around the coffin, wanting to take a closer look at the predecessor who created the Battle Master Hall, when suddenly a sound of "squeak! squeak!" came from the sound of the spring, and then another passage slowly emerged from under the coffin.

After hesitating for a moment, Zheng Yang hurriedly walked down, and as soon as he entered, he heard the sound of "squeak!" again, and lost the light on his head.

The passage was closed in an instant.

Frowning, Zheng Yang took out a night pearl, illuminated the surroundings, walked down, and after a few steps, another wide hall appeared in front of him, and there was still a coffin lying flat in front of him, exactly the same as before.

Gritting his teeth, he opened the lid of the coffin again, and a figure appeared in front of him.

Looking forward at the appearance of the corpse clearly, Zheng Yang's scalp suddenly exploded, and he couldn't help but take more than a dozen steps back in a row, and his back hit the wall without relieving.

I don't know how long it took for a murmuring voice to slowly spit out from my throat: "Kong, Confucius?"