Library of Heaven’s Path

Ignore Yunxiang, who is about to collapse. Zhengyang’s brows wrinkle more and more tightly. He turns around the stone tablet and looks at Wei Ruyan not far away.

Nodded, the girl’s eyes were affirmative.

No more hesitation, Zheng Yang took a deep breath, stepped back a few steps, and the palm of his hand slammed a little.

Hula!

There is a ripple in the air, and a gun is tied in a line in the middle of the stone monument.

Hey!

The sound of the tearing of the array sounded, and then the stone swayed, and a huge crack appeared on the ground, and a slender downward-spreading passage appeared in front of it.

There is no decaying atmosphere in the passage, but it gives an old sense of sin, like a journey to hell.

"Go look!"

Zheng Yang Yi Gao is daring and lifts his feet down.

Wei Ruyan followed it.

In the channel, the dark háo is wet, the ancient powers that have been felt before have spread, and the walls are engraved with special runes, which are firmly locked in them, repaired to reach the ancient holy, standing on the ground and fundamentally aware Not enough.

"This should be built by the Confucius in that era..."

While observing, Wei Ruyan said.

Although it looks perfect and there is no difference between the new ones, the architectural techniques and the rune types on the walls are obviously traces of the ancient times.

It should have been built in that era.

When you look down and walk down, the speed is extremely fast. After nearly half an hour, down for dozens of kilometers, a huge stone room appears in front of you.

Zheng Yang puts a long gun on his chest, guarding against the accidents that will occur at any time. At the same time, he bends his finger and a few night pearls are immediately set on the wall, and the lights around are bright.

It is an underground palace with a diameter of more than 40 meters. In the middle of it, a stone carved stone of bluestone, placed horizontally, exudes a distant atmosphere.

"On a stone?"

Wei Wu is full of doubts.

Building a tunnel that spreads tens of kilometers down and bans all the stone, just to lock a stone sarcophagus?

This is a bit strange!

Not much to say, Zheng Yang slowly approached, just thinking about the long gun in his hand, breaking open the shackles, suddenly the palm of his hand shocked, a huge suction, born out of the coffin.

Hey!

The long gun came to Shijie, and I swayed and worshipped.

"What's wrong?" Wei Ruyan rushed to the front, and the gas spread. It seems that whenever he sees something wrong, he will always shoot.

"My long gun, I was disturbed by the guns, like a deeper gun in the coffin!" Zheng Yangdao.

His rifle is not the ancient sacred treasure, but it is influenced by his own guns. In the face of the true ancient sacred treasure, it will not be too weak. Even so, it is still sucked by the coffin, obviously it is more powerful. The true solution makes the long shots in the hands of the prostitute, and even the ability to resist.

"It’s better than your shooting method?" Wei Ruyan couldn't believe it.

She is a brother, passed down to the teacher, and the understanding of the shooting method has reached the point of real solution. It is the second person at that time. Even so, they can't stand it. What is in the coffin? It is so powerful. The power?

"No matter what, you have to open it to know... Sister, after a while, you and I will take the shot and force it open!"

Zhengyang Road.

Wei Wuyan nodded and agreed, the two were left and right, standing on both sides of the stone.

There was a look at each other, each giving each other a look, Zheng Yang and Wei Ruyan raised their eyebrows at the same time, each grabbed the past.

The two are the strongest of the ancient holy level, and after a single month of overhanging, the strength has already reached an awesome level, and the ancient saints of the blood-rebirth level are hard to compete. Not to mention a coffin.

Oh!

A shrill sound, a crack in the coffin, a majestic breath, rushing straight into the sky, as if to crush the grotto.

Zheng Yang grabbed the big hand and sealed the breath, not letting it leak, and this was slowly moving forward.

The breath of the ancient saints, destroying the earth and destroying the earth, even if it leaks a trace, it will destroy countless. This breath can be extinguished for them, but once it is leaked to the city of Tianxuan, the whole city may be directly destroyed. .

When I came to the front, I looked inside the stone sarcophagus. I saw a corpse lying flat, motionless, like asleep.

"is the body of the ancient saint..."

The eyebrows of the two men jumped at the same time.

There is only the body of the ancient sacred corpse, only with such power, can it be done for a long time without rot, and its appearance will not change.

"This is..."

Zheng Yang looked at the body carefully. After a moment of thinking about it, his face was white and he couldn’t help but step back.

"What's wrong?"

Wei Wuyan doubts.

The brothers and sisters have been together for a long time, and they know very well about this guy. They have never been afraid of it, and they have been arrogant. How do you see a corpse?

"He is...he is begging for the ancient holy!"

The fist is pinched and Zheng Yang is stiff.

"Begging for the ancient holy? The first person in the battle of the Confucius, the founder of the Warrior Church?" Wei Ruyan.

"Yes!"

Spit a sigh of relief, Zheng Yang calmly mixed with the mood.

Begging for the ancient holy, is one of the ten sages under the Confucius, except for the most powerful ancient sage of Confucius, the ancestor of the Warrior Church...

When he first succeeded the position of the head of the church and the position of the warrior, he once worshipped the statue exactly the same as the body in front of him. Therefore, he only recognized it when he looked at it.

One of the most proud disciples of Confucius, the second ancient holy man in the world, died here...

This is not recorded in any book.

It’s no wonder that his long guns met with cockroaches and fell down directly to the ground. The weapons that the ancient sacred use were rifles, and the keel guns were made by him.

It is possible to refine such a powerful weapon, and the understanding of the shooting method can be imagined. It is definitely better than him.

"Sister, I am here, you are going to inform the teacher!"

The fist is pinched, Zheng Yang recovers, and turns to tell.

There is such a strong ancient sacred body here. With their knowledge and understanding, there is no way. Only find a teacher and let him be the master.

"Yeah!"

Wei Ruyan also understands this truth, and the fleshy body flies straight out.

See her leave, Zheng Yang slowly circumvented along the coffin, want to pay close attention to the predecessor who created the Warrior Church, suddenly a "squeaky! Oscillation!" The sound of the spring came, followed by another channel It slowly emerges from below.

After hesitating, Zheng Yang hurried down and entered. As soon as he entered, he heard the sound of "Oh!" and lost his light on his head.

The channel turned off in an instant.

Frowning frowns, Zheng Yang took out a night pearl, illuminate the surroundings, and walked down. After a few steps, another wide hall appeared in front of him, and there was still a coffin lying in front of him, exactly the same as before.

One bite, open the lid again, and a figure appears in front of you.

Looking forward to see the appearance of the corpse, Zhengyang's scalp suddenly blasted open, and could not help but continuously retreat a dozen steps, the back of the back did not slow down.

I don't know how long it took, the murmured voice spit out slowly from the throat: "hole, hole teacher?"