Chapter 1888 Goodbye Old Sage Yan Qing

"Could it be that the Kunxu Realm where the various schools of thought are located was not created by Master Kong?"

Zhang Xuan's heart moved.

The various schools of thought left Famed Master Continent and lived in the small world created by Master Kong. They knew about it before they came, so after the Tianxuan Kingdom broke the seal and came in, they didn’t think it was strange. Only when they saw the relief in front of them did they understand, It seems...not so.

This small world seems to have existed since ancient times, and it was not created by Master Kong.

The record of Master Kong disappeared from here, so...does it have any connection with entering the heaven?

keep going.

After the relief, there is an even bigger room. The walls are covered with murals, which describe the powerful people of various schools of thought. After coming to this small world, many powerful people who made great contributions emerged.

As I guessed, Qingyamai was indeed cultivated by an ancient sage, but it was not the ancient sage Zichi, but one of his descendants. After tens of thousands of years of improvement, it has the effect it has today, even if it is not Cultivation, adults can reach the realm of masters.

The talent is higher, and the speed of cultivation is also faster.

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

There is no record of Master Kong's disappearance here. It seems that he has left completely without any news.

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

Here, no more clues were found.

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

Crash!

Just after hiding, footsteps sounded, and several figures walked in.

Through the side door, Zhang Xuan looked quietly.

The leader is actually an old acquaintance, Old Sage Yan Qing!

The few people behind him also knew those who were besieged and suppressed Emperor Chen Yong by the Confucian Temple.

His current strength, coupled with his understanding of space, is hidden. As long as he doesn't actively release his breath or communicate with others, these ancient sages can't find it.

"Their current state does not seem to be very good..."

Different from what I saw before, in the Confucian Temple, each of these people was full of aura, with the irresistible power and majesty of the ancient sages, but now, each of them has decayed, no matter their appearance or true energy, they all give people a kind of aura. The feeling of breaking down at any time.

This feeling is somewhat similar to that of Zhang Hongtian before, as if his lifespan has come to an end.

"what happened?"

Full of weirdness.

In the Confucian Temple, they besieged and suppressed Emperor Chen Yong. Although the battle was fierce and many people were injured, they were not too serious. Given enough time, they could recover easily without leaving too many hidden dangers. The moon is gone, everything looks like this?

Especially Old Sage Yan Qing, with an aging face, his eyes dimmed, and he was dying, as if he would die at any moment.

"Ahem!"

Feeling strange in his heart, a cough sounded, and blood overflowed from the corner of Old Sage Yan Qing's mouth.

"Yan Qing..."

An ancient sage behind him looked over worriedly.

"Still able to hold on!"

Shaking his head and suppressing the injury on his body forcibly, Old Sage Yan Qing turned his head: "After worshiping, let's start!"

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Well, that's the only way. This is the mission and responsibility of our schools of thought."

Shaking his head, the ancient sage Yan Qing had no sadness or joy on his face, and without further words, he bowed to the statue of Master Confucius in front of him and worshiped.

"The most holy master, the 73rd great-great-grandson of Ziyuan ancient sage, Yan Qing, obeyed the ancient precepts, fulfilled his duties, and never slack off for a day. Now that the Confucius Temple has been opened, it has reached the critical point of word of mouth passed down by the ancestors, and there is no room for shrinking. We are willing to dedicate our lives for it, and hope that the late master will get news from God and bless future generations!"

Kneeling on the ground with a respectful demeanor.

The statue of Master Kong seems to have no consciousness,

Still motionless, still quiet.

After the worship, everyone stood up, Old Sage Yan Qing looked weaker: "Go!"

"Um!"

There was helplessness in everyone's eyes, but they turned around at the same time without saying anything.

"Critical point? Consecrate your life?"

Seeing them leave, Zhang Xuan removed the restraints around his body and was at a loss.

According to the normal situation, these ancient sages should be asleep, how come here to say these words? What about the injuries on his body?

Didn't I hear that they were repairing the Confucian Temple before? Could it be that repairing the Confucian Temple will also cause injuries?

Full of strangeness, he followed closely behind and walked out.

"Dragon bone gun, help me hide my breath!"

With a flick of the palm, the sharp spear turned into a belt again, covering the whole body. In the blink of an eye, the whole figure seemed to shrink, and there was no breath leaking, and even the peak strong who was reborn from a drop of blood could not be noticed.

Although Zhang Xuan's current combat power is comparable to rebirth from a drop of blood, he has not broken through to the Old Sage after all, and he is still a little weak in controlling power. It is fine to keep the Immortal Realm Great Perfection from being discovered. A strong man at the pinnacle is easy to be detected.

The Dragon Bone Divine Spear devours the dragon's blood. It is only one step away from breaking through to the Shattered Void. Its real combat power is much stronger than that of Old Sage Yan Qing. With its help, no matter how sensitive the opponent is, there is no way to know.

After leaving the saint's ancestral hall, he saw Yan Qing, Gusheng and others flying straight to the sky, tearing apart the space, and followed closely behind.

After flying for an unknown distance, I came to a high platform.

It was empty above, nothing.

"The space here... flows so fast!"

Landing above, Zhang Xuan frowned.

It looks very quiet to the naked eye, but with the understanding of space, one can easily feel that the sky in front of him is flowing rapidly and constantly changing, as if it will be unable to bear it at any time and completely collapse.

The most important thing is that behind the space, there is a sense of creepiness, as if a special power comes from the soul.

"let's start!"

Take your position, Yan Qing Ancient Sacred Way.

Everyone nodded and gritted their teeth at the same time. Just as they were about to exert their strength, a gust of wind howled in the distance, and two figures flew straight towards them.

Seeing someone approaching at this time, everyone stopped and looked around, Zhang Xuan also turned his head.

call!

The figure fell.

Dang first was a girl with a slender body and black hair fluttering around her waist, giving people a sense of elegance. She looked about 20 years old, and her beautiful eyes were full of anxiety.

Behind her is a young man in his twenties, dressed in green clothes, Zhang Xuan happened to recognize, it is the expert of all schools who competed with him for the handed down Mother Talisman in Ranqiu Ancient Sage Ruins, Yan Xue!

"Why are you here?"

Seeing that there were two people, Old Sage Yan Qing's expression darkened.

"As a descendant of Master Kong, if this happens, how could I not come..."

Taking a step forward, the girl's voice carried an undeniable taste.

"Master Confucius descendant?"

Zhang Xuan was taken aback: "Could it be that legendary...Kong Shiyao?"