"Let's go inside!"

All the holy beasts, all recognized the master, Zhang Hang nodded with satisfaction, put many holy beasts into the folding space, and rushed inside again.

However, this time it was different, and I was blocked out when I touched one of them.

"What's going on?"

The corners of his mouth twitched.

Could it be, just delay this time, and you can't get in again, right?

If you really want to do this, you can only cry.

"Master, you brought too many holy beasts......

The voice of the small talisman sounded: "The normal heirloom talisman can bring ten people, and I can bring fifteen at most as a mother talisman, and the ones you just tamed are more than twenty years old......"

Hearing that it was not impossible to enter, Zhang Xuan breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help asking, "It's not okay to put it in a folding space?"

"No! if that's okay, just now Xing and Dream Sword Saint can take everyone away!"

Small runes explained.

"That's right!" Zhang Xuanxuan suddenly said.

What Master Confucius left behind, how can it be so simple?

If you say that there are restrictions, then there are restrictions, otherwise, everyone will take advantage of loopholes, and it will not be a big mess?

The holy beast with low cultivation was released again, and the number of controlled was about fourteen, and it drilled into it again, and sure enough, it passed smoothly, and there were no shackles.

"No, the Firmament Frog is also folding the space, so it adds up, it's already more than fifteen?"

Entering the light film, I just walked a short distance, and Zhang Xuandao.

The fourteen he left behind were all newly tamed, not counting the beasts such as the Poor Wood Frog Jiao, the Golden Spirit Cloud Tiger, and even the red-fronted white tiger that he had subdued before was among them, and the real number had already exceeded the twenty mark.

"They themselves are the lives in the ruins of the Confucian Temple, and they can be entered at will and do not occupy a quota!"

"And that kind of statement?"

I didn't expect the holy beast in the ruins of the Confucian Temple to have this kind of treatment, Zhang Xuan smiled bitterly, didn't say more, sped up, and flew towards the seal.

The crowd had been in for more than a minute, and he had to hurry.

Behind the wide gate is a huge hall flanked by two rows of statues, some contemplative, some looking, some reading, and some practicing...... Lifelike, as if it will come to life at any time, with different forms and different expressions.

"It's ...... Seventy-two saints?"

Soon, Zhang Xuan recognized these statues, none other than the seventy-two saints of Confucius.

There are 3,000 disciples of Confucius, seventy-two of whom are known as the seventy-two saints, and as for the ancient saints of Ran Qiu and the ancient saints of Bu Shang, they are the ten sages who are stronger.

Seventy-two personal biographies, each of which has a biography and an amazing past, has been remembered by the famous teacher, countless people, Zhang Hang has seen some, and when he saw the statue at this moment, he immediately recognized it.

Ziyuan Ancient Sage, Ziqian Ancient Sage, Ziliu Ancient Sage, Ran Geng Ancient Sage......

The familiar names came to mind, and they blended into the many statues in front of them, as if they were fighting on the battlefield and fighting bloody battles with the alien people.

It can be said that without them, Master Confucius alone, it would be impossible to calm the troubles of the alien clansmen!

On the monument of the progress of mankind, the name of each of them is engraved, which is dazzling and immortal.

With a solemn expression, Zhang hung down and performed the most noble etiquette.

The seventy-two saints, exuding a faint coercion, walking in the meantime, have a great improvement and understanding of the mood and spirit.

After walking a few more steps, I saw several famous teachers, sitting cross-legged on the ground, unable to move forward.

Their state of mind is not enough, and if they continue to move forward, it will be extremely harmful to the body, so it is better to use this oppression to improve quickly.

It was several Supreme Elders of the Zhang family, Zhang Hang didn't say much, and continued to move forward.

It is not clear who the group of people Zhao Ya is leading are, but if he can pass through the passage composed of seventy-two holy statues, his mood is probably not much worse than him.

With such a state of mind, it is estimated that the cultivation has also reached the realm of the Great Perfection of the Immortal Realm, which is definitely a great threat to parents and others.

Through the passage of the statues of the seventy-two sages, you will come to another main hall.

Parents and the others were among them, and they did not go far, and opposite them, there were eight young people, each of whom exuded a proud aura, and as guessed, they were all the top people who had reached the Great Perfection of the Immortal Realm.

Seeing that his parents and others were fine, Zhang Xuan breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the people opposite.

A girl was standing in the middle of the crowd, her eyes closed, and the cold power in her body kept emanating, as if she wanted to activate a certain seal on the wall.

"Zhao Ya!"

With a frown, he hurriedly walked over.

"Hang'er, she can't seem to hear the shouting!"

Before they came to him, Xing and Dream Sword Saint greeted them and whispered the sound.

"Can't hear it?"

Zhang was stunned.

"Well, we shouted just now, but there was no response, and we didn't even turn our heads, as if we couldn't hear the shouting......"

Xingjian Holy Dao.

"She should be preoccupied with cracking, the picture on the wall, what the purpose of doing this, we don't know......"

The Dream Sword Saint also pointed quietly.

"Picture?" Zhang Hang looked at the wall in front of him, and sure enough, he saw a huge Danqing painted on the wall, lifelike, like a world, sealed inside.

Zhao Ya's body kept exuding a cold aura, as if she wanted to break the seal that was blessed on Danqing.

According to the normal situation, when he entered the hall and shouted again, the other party would definitely find out, but there was no reaction at the moment, I am afraid that it is really the same as what my parents said, and I can't hear the sound.

"Who are they?"

Since he saw Zhao Ya and was not injured, Zhang Hang was no longer in a hurry, but his eyes narrowed and he looked at the eight young people.

"I asked just now, and they ...... The powerhouse of the hundred schools of thought!"

Xingjian Holy Dao.

"Hundred schools of thought?" Zhang Xuan frowned: "Aren't they the descendants of the seventy-two saints? Why do you want to arrest Zhao Ya? What is the seal on this painting?"

I always thought that it was the alien spirit clan who captured Zhao Ya and the others.

The other party is extremely vicious, and it is very normal to do this kind of thing, but ...... The hundreds of schools of thought, inherited from Confucius, are known for their courtesy, why do they make this kind of behavior that violates morality and directly arrests people without notifying others?

It doesn't make sense!

And the key thing is that in the hall outside, there are statues of seventy-two saints, as juniors, instead of worshipping, they are interested in a painting, is there some kind of secret hidden in this painting?

Thinking of this, I couldn't help it anymore and looked at the Danqing in front of me.

The scroll unfolds on the wall, and from a distance, with the vicissitudes of history, time and space are perfectly blended, and with his rational eye, he can't see clearly.

I only felt that on the picture, there was a burst of mighty atmosphere, majestic atmosphere, which made people fall into it at a glance and couldn't extricate themselves.

"You say...... Could this be the Spring and Autumn Ceremony?"

Suddenly, the voice of Xingjian Saint sounded in his ears.