"Could it be that this Kunxu Realm, where the hundred schools of thought are located, was not created by Master Confucius?"

Zhang Hang's heart moved.

Zhuzi Baijia, leaving the continent of famous teachers and living in the small world made by Confucius, knew before he came, so after the Tianxuan Kingdom broke the seal and came in, he didn't feel strange, and when he saw the relief in front of him, he understood, it seemed that ...... Not really.

This small world, as if it existed forever, was not created by Confucius.

Is it possible that the records of Confucius have disappeared from here...... What is the connection with entering the heavens?

Keep walking.

After the relief, it is a more huge room, the walls are full of murals, writing the sons of a hundred strong people, after coming to this small world, many strong people who have made great contributions have emerged.

As guessed, Qingyamai was indeed cultivated by an ancient saint, but it was not Zichi Ancient Saint, but one of his descendants, after tens of thousands of years of improvement, it had today's effect, even if he didn't cultivate, he could reach the realm of a grandmaster as an adult.

The higher the talent, the faster the cultivation speed.

After reading the mural, Zhang Hang was even more puzzled.

There is no record of Master Confucius's disappearance here, it seems that he is completely gone, and there is no more news.

There was nothing else at the end of the room, and after a while, Zhang Xuan was full of helplessness.

No further clues were found.

Just as he was about to leave the ancestral hall and look for other clues, his body suddenly shook and hid behind the side door, and at the same time more than a dozen seals were arranged around his body, and in an instant, the figure disappeared in place, as if it had never appeared.

Crash!

As soon as they hid, footsteps sounded, and several figures walked in.

Through the side door, Zhang Xuan quietly looked.

The leader is actually an old acquaintance, Yan Qing Gusheng!

The few people behind him also knew that the Confucian Temple had surrounded and suppressed Emperor Chenyong at the beginning.

His current strength, coupled with his comprehension of space, is hidden, as long as he doesn't take the initiative to release his breath or communicate with others, it is enough to make these ancient saints unable to find out.

"They don't seem to be in a good state now......"

Different from what I saw before, at the beginning in the Confucian Temple, each of these people had a monstrous atmosphere, with the irresistible power and majesty of the ancient saints, and now, one by one, their strength is declining, whether it is their appearance or true qi, they all give people a sense of collapse at any time.

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

"What's going on?"

It's full of weirdness.

In the Temple of Confucius, they surrounded and suppressed Emperor Chenyong, although the battle was fierce, many people were injured, but they were not too serious, given enough time, they could recover easily, so as not to leave too many hidden dangers, why didn't they see each other in just a few months, all of them looked like this?

Especially Yan Qing Gusheng, his face was aging, his eyes were also dimmed, and he was about to die, as if he would die at any time.

"Ahem!"

Strange in his heart, the sound of coughing sounded, and blood overflowed from the corners of Yan Qing Gusheng's mouth.

"Yan Qing ......"

An ancient saint behind him looked over with concern.

"It's still holding on!"

Shaking his head and forcibly suppressing the injuries on his body, Yan Qing Gusheng turned his head: "After worshipping, let's start!"

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Well, this can only be the case, this is the mission of our sons and hundreds of schools, and it is also a responsibility. ”

Shaking his head, Yan Qing Gusheng had no sadness or joy on his face, and he didn't say more, bowed down to the statue of Confucius Master in front of him, and worshipped.

"The Holy Master, the seventy-third great-grandson of the ancient saint of Ziyuan, Yan Qing, abide by the ancient precepts, fulfill his duties, and never slack off for a day, now that the Confucian Temple is open, it has reached the critical point in the oral tradition of the ancestors, and there is no room to retreat, we are willing to dedicate our lives to it, and I hope that the ancestor will get the news in the heavens and bless the descendants!"

Kneeling on the ground, with a respectful demeanor.

The statue of Confucius did not seem to have any consciousness, motionless, still quiet.

After worshipping, everyone stood up, and Yan Qing Gusheng looked even weaker: "Go over!"

"Hmm!"

Everyone showed helplessness in their eyes, but they didn't say anything, and turned around at the same time.

"The tipping point?

Seeing them leave, Zhang Xuan removed the restraints around his body, confused.

According to the normal situation, these ancient saints should be asleep, how did they come here to say these words?

Didn't I hear that they were repairing the Confucian Temple before, could it be that if they repaired the Confucian Temple, they would also be injured?

Full of strangeness, he walked out after him.

"Dragonbone Sharpshooter, help me hide my breath!"

With a shake of the palm, the spear turned into a belt again, enveloping the whole body, and in the blink of an eye, the whole person seemed to shrink, and there was no breath leakage, and the peak powerhouse who was reborn with blood could not detect it.

Zhang Hang's current combat power, although it is comparable to a drop of blood rebirth, after all, he has not broken through to the ancient saint, and his control of power is still a little weak, and it is just a matter of maintaining the Great Perfection of the Immortal Realm without being discovered, and it is easy to be detected by tracking this group of powerhouses at the peak of the continent.

The dragon bone divine spear devoured the dragon's blood, only one step away, it could break through to the shattered void, and its true combat power was much stronger than that of Yan Qing Ancient Sage, with its help, no matter how sensitive the other party was, there was no way to know.

After leaving the Saint's Ancestral Hall, he saw Yan Qing Gusheng and the others, flying straight towards the sky, tearing the space, and following closely behind.

I didn't know how far I flown and came to a high platform.

It's empty above, there's nothing.

"The space here...... The liquidity is so fast!"

Falling above, Zhang Xuan frowned.

To the naked eye, it seems to be very quiet in front of you, but when you have reached the point of true understanding of space, you can easily feel that the sky in front of you is flowing rapidly and constantly changing, as if it will be unbearable at any time and completely collapse.

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

"Let's get started!"

Stand in a good position, Yan Qing Ancient Holy Road.

Everyone nodded, gritted their teeth at the same time, and just wanted to exert their strength, a gust of wind howled in the distance, and two figures flew straight over.

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

Call!

The figure fell.

At first, it was a girl, with a slender body, jet-black hair, fluttering around the waist, giving people a sense of elegance, looking like she was in her twenties, with anxiety in her eyes.

Behind her was a young man in his twenties, dressed in green clothes, Zhang Hang happened to know, it was the one who was in Ranqiu Ancient Saint Ruins, and he was competing for the heirloom mother talisman, Yan Xue!

"Why are you here?"

Seeing that it was the two of them, Yan Qing Gusheng's face sank.

"As a descendant of Confucius, how could I not come to this ......situation when this happens?"

Taking a step forward, there was a taste in the girl's voice that could not be refused.

"Descendants of Confucius?"

Zhang Hang was stunned: "Could it be the legendary ...... Kong Shiyao?"