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Chapter 4073 Painting Traces

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    Arriving at Zijun Star, Zhang Ruochen activated the selfless lamp and enveloped the entire planet with light.

    Then, I dared to release my perception.

    If there is no light shrouding it, wherever it is sensed, it will be noticed by the truly terrifying existence in the universe, just like the passing geese leaving traces.

    "He is not on this planet!"

    The light shrinks quickly.

    Zhang Ruochen turned around with the lantern and boarded the deer cart again.

    Wen Qingxiu's face changed suddenly, and she chased after him, saying: "My lord, Qingxiu never deceived you! When I sent Ming Jing away from Zijun Star, I asked him to take refuge on this planet temporarily. He must have been on the way here.  There was an accident.¡±

    In the car: "Get in the car and go to the Confucian world."

    Wen Qingxiu and Liao Kuo looked at each other and boarded the deer cart one after another.

    The deer cart drew a trace of light, breaking through the purple atmosphere of Zijun Star, and entering the dark and boundless void of the universe.

    Wen Qingxiu sat opposite Zhang Ruochen, with a worried look on her delicate and white face, and said, "Lord Di Chen, do you think he went to the Confucian world?"

    Zhang Ruochen said: "Besides the Confucian world, where else can he go?"

    When I go to the Confucian world, I naturally look for the fourth Confucian ancestor and tell him the secret of the painting.

    "The book world has been a branch of Confucianism and Taoism in the Kunlun world for many years. For the monks in the book world, Confucianism is equivalent to faith and a powerful person worthy of respect and trust. Since he did not choose to hide, the path left to him  , that¡¯s the only way!¡±

    Wen Qingxiu saw Zhang Ruochen¡¯s frown and asked tentatively: ¡°Confucian Ancestor should be trustworthy, right?¡±

    "Yes, everyone in the world thinks so." Zhang Ruochen chuckled.

    Wen Qingxiu saw the sharp light flashing in Zhang Ruochen's eyes and knew that the situation might be developing in the worst direction.

    If Confucian Ancestor is really worthy of trust, why would Di Chen take the risk and take action personally?

    Wen Qingxiu was calm and intelligent after all, and said: "The reputation of Confucian Ancestor is spread all over the world, and countless gods come to pay homage. There are at least thousands of messages about the painting sent every day. It is difficult to distinguish the true from the false.  . With Mingjing¡¯s great sage cultivation, it is not easy to meet Confucian Ancestor, but it may still be too late.¡±

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    Liao Kuo drove the deer cart with all his strength with the spirit of the gods.

    When they arrived outside the Confucian world, they divided into two groups. Zhang Ruochen and Liao Kuo went to Zhongyong Pavilion.

    Wen Qingxiu took the last step to enter the Confucian world and look for Xu Mingjing.

    Zhongyong Pavilion is the first pavilion in the Confucian world and the preaching residence of the fourth Confucian ancestor.  There was a lot of people outside the pavilion, and monks from all walks of life gathered together, but inside the pavilion it was quiet and quiet.

    Zhang Ruochen was hiding in Liao Kuo's divine world and came outside Zhongyong Pavilion.

    "The Confucian ancestor, Liao Kuo, the Confucian and Taoist god of the Kunlun realm, paid a visit with a handwritten letter from Emperor Chen."

    Zhu Gong, a respected figure in the world of Confucianism, put his hands together, bowed and reported to the pavilion.

    "Let him in!"

    An old but energetic voice came out.

    The vermilion door of Zhongyong Pavilion opened, and a dazzling white divine flower burst out from inside.

    A tall and straight figure walked out of it. His long white hair was neatly combed. He was not old, but looked to be in his forties. His whole body was full of sacredness and inviolability.

    There are pairs of white wings on his back, showing the noble status of the angel family.

    The aura was so strong that Liao Kuo could only stare at the ground. He could not count the number of wings on this person's back, making it difficult to guess his identity.

    Being able to have a secret meeting with the Fourth Confucian Patriarch alone, I think his status will not be low.

    Liao Kuo could feel the other party's eyes flashing past him. At this moment, the spirit body almost burned, which was extremely uncomfortable.

    After the man left, Liao Kuo entered Zhongyong Pavilion.

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    In the main hall, there are two rows of bronze chimes, large and small. They are full of ancient charm and seem to contain the terrifying power of death. You can feel your soul trembling even before you get close to them.

    Next to the chime, stood an old man wearing a green robe, a square scarf on his head, white hair, and bright eyes.

    Liao Kuo was impressed by the invisible magnanimity of the Fourth Confucian Patriarch. He couldn't help but bow and salute. He was filled with emotions. He was just a middle-ranked god, but he got involved in the contest of big shots in the universe. His horizons were broadened, but he also couldn't help but bow.  Humble to the dust.

    The Fourth Confucian Patriarch had a kind face and kind eyes, and said with a smile: "Aren't you the one who wants to see the old man?"

    Liao Kuo failed to block the question from his soul and blurted out: "Yes"

    "Wow!"

    Zhang Ruochen walked out of Liao Kuo's divine world, waved his hand and said, "Go out and wait."

    Liao Kuo;?¡­

    The sacred mountain of Mal is majestic and vigorous. The dark blue mountain stretches across the plain, undulating, mysterious and distant.

    The temple made of huge rocks on the top of the mountain is said to be the entrance to the ancestral world. In the hearts of countless monks in the heaven world, its symbolic significance is even greater than that of the Temple of Light.

    It was outside the Mar Temple that Zhang Ruochen caught up with Corot who was about to enter the temple.

    "The master of this palace has always been on guard. He vaguely felt that he was being targeted. He thought it was the Fourth Confucian Patriarch, but he didn't expect it to be you."

    Ke Luo saw that Zhang Ruochen was just a clone, and the shock in his eyes dissipated instantly, replaced by a faint smile.

    Zhang Ruochen was wearing a black robe, with only half of his face exposed, and said: "The palace master's perception is so sharp, beyond my expectation. It seems that the palace master has been in seclusion over the years, and his cultivation has indeed made great progress."

    Corot turned his back to the Temple of Mar, the sun was shining on his head, and the reflection on the ground was very short, and he said: "In terms of progress, who in the world has progressed faster than you?"

    "I would like to ask if the palace master's improvement in cultivation is the result of the Ming Ancestor faction? Is Afuya a member of the Ming Ancestor from the beginning?" Zhang Ruochen asked.

    Corot's eyes were strange, and the smile on his face gradually brightened, and he said: "Let me tell you why the secret of that painting suddenly shocked the universe. It turns out that you are behind it!"

    "Boom!"

    The wings on Ke Luo's back were all unfolded, and the light was dazzling, like hundreds of millions of sharp arrows, shooting at Zhang Ruochen's clone.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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