Chapter 1887: Sage Hall

I didn’t expect that the hiding was so good, I was noticed, my face was condensed, and I was slammed and slammed forward.
Although he still did not break through the ancient holy level, but the combat power is already comparable to the rebirth, the true gas along the meridians, forming a huge network in front of the eyes.
Boom!
The fist is touching, and Zhang has been shaking.
The master of this fist is not even weaker than him. It is also the super strong person in the realm of bloodshed.
"Can't fight hard..."
The purpose of coming here is to find the past of the Confucius to seize the "spirit". It is not to blame, to avoid trouble, and to be quick and quick. Otherwise, it will be perceived by the ancient saints of the philosophers and want to leave smoothly. It's not that easy.
The palm of the hand trembles, the keel gun appears in the palm of the hand, contains the breath of the whole body, and smashes the fist to the fist.
In a flash, there was a slight crack in the space, like a needle tip stuck into the skin. Although the power is very strong, there is no energy to spread out. Even if it is 10 meters away from the temple, it will not be noticed. The strongest of the ancient holy level, fighting here.
Hey!
The fist hits the gun and the latter seems to have been injured. The palms are retracted, and Zhang Zhang slams into the air and steps into it.
There is a spacious hall in front of you. There is a statue of a Confucius in the middle. A soldier wearing a golden armor in front is looking at him with a sullen look.
The attack just happened was exactly what he released.
"This is... the word gold soldier?"
Frowning frowns, Zhang hangs.
I thought it was the master of the Great Confucian Temple who guarded the ancestral hall. I didn’t expect it to be a gold armor guarded by a font change.
This thing was seen once in the pleading of the ancient sacred remains.
"One word, there is the fighting power of the ancient holy three, is it... what is left by the teacher?"
The heart is shocked.
The strength of Confucius, the first in ancient and modern times, he does not deny, but did not think that it is so strong!
Writing a word, you have the power of the ancient three-three-heavy rebirth, and confront yourself, do not fall into the wind... If you write a large piece, there is nothing to resist in the world?
The idea came out and shook his head.
The teacher Jin Bing, although very powerful, can not be written casually. Not only does the writer’s understanding of calligraphy have great requirements, but also the nourishment of instinct and blood, with his current strength. , and at most, write the fonts of the immortal level of perfection, the number is no more than three.
More, I can't do it.
"Strongly stronger is just a word!"
The spread of God's knowledge found that the battle just did not attract the attention of others. Zhang paused a sigh of relief, raised his eyebrows, and did not hesitate. He took a step forward and another shot.
A few times in a row, the power of the tip of the gun converges to form a rotating vortex.
His shots, in line with the avenue, seem simple, actually displayed, but ever-changing, people can not defend.
In order to make a quick decision, Zhang Hang didn’t leave his back hand, and the whole body was rushing along the recasted meridians, exuding the power of the broken virtual strong, less than two breaths, in front of the teacher’s gold The soldiers were defeated and turned into a pool of ink, disappearing in front of their eyes.
Hurry up, and then saw it become a huge "Confucian" word, falling on the wall behind the statue.
See this word, the attack is completed, there is no other attack, there is no formation, Zhang Suhang came to the Confucius statue and bowed a few times, this is to look around.
The previous slogan Jinbing should be the same as the pleading of the ancient sacred remains. It belongs to an assessment and will be defeated before it can be qualified to stay here.
There is only one statue in the empty hall. It walks to the side door next to it. It is a gallery with walls full of reliefs.
"This is the life of Confucius?"
The eyes are bright.
The relief in front of the eyes, the life of the Confucius, from the beginning of birth, along the timeline, slowly forward.
The eyes fell on it, and the soul of the whole person seemed to fall into it, crossing the shackles of time and space, accompanied by the Confucius, and experienced his magnificent life.
The birth of Confucius, not like the legendary, is a natural sanctuary. No matter where you look, it is very common, most intelligent and eager to learn, like reading.
At that time, the aliens ruled the mainland, and the status of the Terran was extremely low. From the beginning of the ordinary, to the sudden enlightenment, the cultivation was a leaps and bounds. Within one year, it broke through the martial arts, the nine martial arts, and even the sacred domain!
The speed of progress is not weak compared to him!
Cultivate all the way to grow up, Confucius kept the feet, and fought the nations, and rescued the Terran from the hands of the aliens. During the period, the concept of the teacher was spread, the students were recruited, the famous teachers were established, and the world was taught.
The aliens felt threatened, surrounded them, and many disciples, trapped in Chen Cai for several months, almost could not escape, under the crisis, created a Spring and Autumn Ceremony, broke through the ancient holy, broke the distress in one fell swoop, and even The design of the slaying and killing people, the aliens will be completely driven into the ancient battlefield, sealed in it, and then can not be evil.
"It seems that Confucius broke through the ancient holy, not simply comprehending the law of time..."
Along the way, Zhang hangs and thinks.
The Spring and Autumn Festival contains the mystery of time. He also visited Confucius Temple. The time flow rate inside is not quite the same as the outside world.
The break of the ancient Qiu Sheng, the understanding should be the shooting method, the ancient understanding of Qiuwu is the space... I have been guessing before, what is the understanding of the Confucius, it seems that it should be time, but not only time!
The ancestor of Zhangjia is the ancient sage who comprehended the achievements of time. The strength is also very strong. It can be compared with the teacher of the world. I don’t know much.
Thinking in your heart, continue to look down.
The aliens were driven into the ancient battlefield, and they sacrificed to summon the "spirits", and then the Confucius seized them.
Seeing this, Zhang Xuan’s breathing is slightly rushed.
The purpose of coming here is to find this, but I didn’t expect to know the answer.
Hurrying down, the relief is engraved, and the Confucius took the "spirit" to leave the core position of the famous teacher, the headquarters of the Masters, and came to a remote place.
It's ridiculous, the aura is very thin, and you can hardly see decent buildings and cities.
Come here, the "spirit" does not know whether it was killed, or what, there is no trace, the Confucius seems to have been injured, stopped to cultivate in situ.
The latter embossed sculpture is entered into a small world. It is a good guess. It should be the Kunming realm where the philosophers are located.
This is the last one.
"Kun virtual environment, is it..."
Seeing the last stone monument is the appearance of Kunming, Zhang Suhang once again looked at the ridiculousness of the Confucius to bring the "God" to the past, carefully watched for a moment, and the eyelids jumped.
This place he actually knows...
It’s the outside world...the kingdom of heaven!