Chapter 1731: 大成殿

"Go in!"
All sacred beasts, all of whom confessed to the Lord, Zhang Suedu nodded with satisfaction, and filled the sacred beasts into the folding space and rushed inside again.
However, this time it was different, and it was blocked from one and was blocked.
"What happened?"
A corner of the mouth.
Why don't you, it will delay this time, can't get in?
It’s true, you can only cry.
"Master, you have too many holy animals..."
The sound of the small character is sounded: "The normal handed down character is able to bring ten people. I can use it as a mother symbol. I can bring up to fifteen. You just tame, more than twenty..." /
Hearing is not inaccessible, Zhang sighed and couldn’t help but ask:
Is it not in the folding space?

"No! If this is the case, just Xing, Meng Jiansheng can also take everyone away!"
The small character is explained.
"Yes!"
What can the Confucius personally leave?
When you say the restrictions, there are limits. Otherwise, everyone is taking advantage of it, isn’t it big?
The sacred beast, which was repaired as a low sacred beast, was re-released. The number of controls was around fourteen, and it was drilled again. It passed smoothly and disappeared.
"No, they are folding space, so it’s more than fifteen?"
Into the light film, just gone not far, Zhang candid.
The fourteen heads he left are just tamed, not counting the beasts of the poor woods, the golden spirits, the tigers, and so on. Even the red tigers that were previously conquered are among them. Twenty major customs.
"They are the life in the ruins of the Confucius Temple. They can enter at will, and they don't occupy a place!"
"Do you still have this?"
I didn’t expect the sacred beast in the ruins of the Confucius Temple to have such treatment. Zhang hangs a bitter smile, not saying more, speeding up, flying to the seal.
The crowd has been in for more than a minute, and he has to hurry.
After the wide gate, it is a huge hall with two rows of statues on both sides. Some of them are contemplative, some look, some are reading, some are practicing... It’s like living, it’s like being alive at any time. Different, different attitudes.
"This is... seventy-two holy?"
Soon, Zhang suspends these statues, nothing else, it is the seventy-two holy of Confucius.
There are three thousand disciples of Confucius, seventy-two are prostitutes, and seventy-two are called. As for the ancient saints and the ancient merchants of Bu, they are the top ten sages with stronger strength.
The seventy-two pro-biography, each with a biography, all have amazing past, and thus was remembered by the famous teacher, countless people, Zhang Hang has seen some, now saw the statue, immediately recognized.
Ziyuan Ancient St., Zizi Ancient St., Ziliu Gusheng, Shun Geng Ancient St....
A familiar name comes to mind, blending with many statues in front of you, as if you were in the battlefield, fighting with the blood of the aliens.
It can be said that without them, Confucius alone, it is impossible to calm the suffering of the aliens!
The monument of human progress, engraving the names of each of them, shining and fascinating.
The look is dignified, and Zhang Xuan is the most noble etiquette.
The seventy-two holy, exudes a faint pressure, walking between them, with great improvement and understanding of the state of mind and spirit.
After a few more steps, I saw several famous teachers sitting on the floor with their knees and unable to move on.
They are not in the mood, they continue to move forward, and they are extremely hurtful to the body. It is better to use this kind of oppression to improve quickly.
It is just a few elders of Zhang’s family. Zhang Hang did not say much and continued to move forward.
A group of people with Zhao Ya, who is in the end, is not clear, but the passage through the seventy-two holy statues, the mood is probably not much worse than him.
Having such a state of mind, the revision is also an achievement of the great realm of immortality. It is definitely a great threat to parents and others.
Through the statue passage of the 72nd sage, come to another hall.
Parents and others, who are in the middle of it, have not gone far, and they are opposite, there are eight young people, each of whom exudes a proud atmosphere. As with the guess, it is all about the perfection of immortality. The top character.
Seeing that the parents and others are fine, Zhang sighed and looked at the opposite people.
A girl, standing in the crowd, her eyes closed, the body's icy power, constantly spreading, seems to want to activate a seal on the wall.
"Zhao Ya!"
The eyebrows wrinkled and hurried over.
"Suspend, she doesn't seem to hear the shout!"
I haven’t come to the front, and Xing and Meng Jiansheng have come over and whispered.
"Can't hear the sound?"
Zhang Hangyi.
"Well, we just shouted, but there was no reaction, and even the head did not turn, as if we couldn’t hear the shout..."
Xingjian Shengdao.
"She should be concentrating on cracking, the picture on the wall, what is the purpose of doing this, we don't know..."
Dream Juggernaut also whispered.
"Picture?" Zhang Suhang looked at the front wall, and saw the wall, painted a huge Danqing, lifelike, like a world, sealed.
Zhao Ya kept emitting a cold breath, and seemed to want to unblock the seal on Danqing.
According to normal circumstances, I entered the hall and shouted again. The other party will definitely find out that there is no reaction at this moment. I am afraid that I can’t hear the sound as my parents said.
"Who are they?"
Since I saw Zhao Ya, I was not injured. Zhang Hang was no longer in a hurry, but my eyes were picked up and I looked at the eight youths.
"I just asked, they are...the strongest of the hundred families!"
Xingjian Shengdao.
"There are hundreds of philosophers?" Zhang Suhang frowns: "Are they not descendants of the seventy-two saints? Why should you arrest Zhao Ya? What is the seal on this painting?"
I thought that it was the aliens who took Zhao Ya and others.
The other party is extremely wicked. It is very normal to make such a thing. But... the philosophers of the family, passed down to the Confucius, and said that they have made such violations of morality and did not notify others. ?
Not in line!
And the key point is that in the outer hall, there are statues of seventy-two saints. As a descendant, instead of worshipping, instead of painting a pair of hearts, is this painting hidden, some kind of secret?
Imagine this, I can't help it anymore, look at Danqing in front of me.
The scrolls are unfolded on the wall. From a distance, with the vicissitudes of history, the time and space blend perfectly, and with his eyes of reason, they can't see clearly.
Only on the picture, there was a burst of turbulence and awe-inspiring atmosphere, which made people fall into it and could not extricate themselves.
"You said... Will this be the Spring and Autumn Annals?"
Suddenly, the voice of Xing Jiansheng sounded in his ear.