"Shu Daoyuan?"

Swish!

The disciples of "The Palace of Saints" chased after him and saw Chen Changsheng swaying into the "Study House" with Bai Ningxue and Lei Xiaoniao. They were all stunned.

He turned his head in amazement and looked at Xie Xin.

"Senior Brother Xiexin, that little beast has entered your academy. Will we still chase after you?" The Confucian scholar from the Immortal Painting Academy took a deep breath, restrained the angry expression on his face, looked at Xiexin with complicated eyes, and asked.

The eyes of others also fell on Xie Xin.

The thirty-six courtyards in "The Palace of Saints" have different heritages. Although everyone is a disciple of "The Palace of Saints", they are harmonious on the surface, but in order to compete for the ranking of the academy, they are also intrigue and intrigue in private.

If it were not forbidden, no Confucian scholar would be willing. People from other academys entered their palace pavilion and saw Chen Changsheng's figure disappearing inside the palace pavilion. Xie Xin gritted her teeth and said, "People from Tianming Realm, come in and catch that boy. The remaining disciples are waiting outside. Without the order of the head of the school, they must not step into our study academy. Otherwise, don't blame me for not thinking about the friendship between the same school."

Is the realm of destiny?

Swish!

After hearing Xie Xin's words, the Confucian scholars and strong men from the academy were faintly excited. The disciples of the "Saint Palace" whose cultivation has not yet reached the realm of destiny were disappointed and lonely. Although they were not disciples of the "Saint Palace", if they could enter the first courtyard of the "Saint Palace", let alone comprehend it.

Even if they just glance at it, the magic on the walls of the Book Hall can benefit them endlessly.

Inside the Book Hall.

Sandalwood lingers like the Thatched Lun School during the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors. A five- or six-meter-high ancient sage statue was placed directly in front of the palace pavilion. In the fist-sized incense burner, there was little blue smoke, and it seemed that the incense had never been cut off for many years.

The walls were filled with various holy laws of calligraphy, as well as desks, rulers, pens, inks and papers, all of which were faintly scattered with the breath of "saints".

"This Calligraphy Court is worthy of being a small object in the first courtyard of "Saint Palace". It is actually a magic weapon of the saint. In our ancient Thunder Palace, it can be regarded as a treasure of the temple." Lei Xiaoniao said with a shocked look on his face.

Bai Ningxue, who was standing aside, was also very frightened.

"magic weapon?"

Chen Changsheng picked up an ancient pen, played with it for a moment, shook his head and chuckled, and said, "These pens, ink, paper, inkstones... ancient books, paintings, and other things are just ordinary things, but they are touched by the hands of a saint and are stained with some bookish atmosphere. To be honest, they are not even considered a magic weapon of the soul."

"This... aren't these holy weapons?" Lei Xiaoniao was slightly stunned and looked at Chen Changsheng with a look of surprise.

"It's just contaminated with a little bit of the fragrance of books on the saint?" Bai Ningxue also frowned and picked up an ancient book. An incredible look flashed in her beautiful eyes.

"Just... a shameless thing, how dare you say that the holy objects in our study temple are worse than those of the soul-grade magic weapons?" Xie Xin's voice came inside outside the palace pavilion.

"Bang!"

At this moment, thirty or forty Confucian scholars with cultivation in the Heavenly Destiny suddenly appeared in the palace pavilion, looking at Chen Changsheng like lightning, while the Confucian scholar in the Immortal Painting Academy looked at Chen Changsheng's turtle soul with murderous intent.

His eyes turned red.

"Young Master, you came to this calligraphy court just to see what the first courtyard of "Saint Palace" looks like?" Lei Xiaoniao couldn't help but smile bitterly when he saw the Confucian scholars in "Saint Palace" who had completely blocked the door of the palace pavilion.

Chen Changsheng smiled, without saying a word, but looked at Xie Xin with curiosity and said, "Are you the Scholar Academy, the head of this rank?"

"What advice do you have?" Xie Xin nodded, and his eyes fell on the Turtle Soul intentionally or unintentionally. The depths of his eyes seemed to suppress a look of excitement.

The Confucian scholar of the Immortal Painting Academy, who was standing beside him, interrupted without waiting for Chen Changsheng to speak, and said, "Xiexin, why are you talking so much nonsense with this kid? Tsk... He didn't leave his way, and he actually dared to break into the Book Academy. Just think of it as catching a turtle in a jar?"

"Catch turtles in a jar?"

Swish!

After listening to the Confucian scholars in the Immortal Painting Academy, all the disciples present in "The Palace of Saints" fell on the turtle soul, laughed and said, "It makes sense! There is really an old turtle here, with an evil heart. If you don't want to do it, then we are not polite. Don't forget the treasures promised to us."

"Old turtle?"

The turtle soul was also angry. The cute little face suddenly became ferocious. The turtle chains on the back were even louder. The mung bean's eyes were full of hostility, and the Confucian scholars who were mocking it.

When Chen Changsheng heard the other party's words "Old Turtle", his face became ugly.

"Okay... are you catching a turtle in the jar?" Chen Changsheng's eyes suddenly became cold, he stared at Xie Xin opposite him, snorted coldly, and said, "Since you have enough fun, let's take a look today, who is the old turtle!"

Bang!

A powerful soul power swept out from Chen Changsheng instantly and condensed into the appearance of "Ancient Book". Before the laughter of the disciples of "Saint Palace" fell, they saw that the iron chains on the back of the turtle soul were like demons dancing, covering the huge calligraphy courtyard.

With a sucking mouth, the fragrance of books in the entire palace pavilion entered the belly of the turtle soul like a whale swallowing water. It had already had the cultivation level of the Heavenly Destiny Realm, and its momentum had soared with a visible level of naked eyes.

"The magical power of devouring?"

Seeing the changes in the body of the "Turt Soul", a look of shock flashed in Xie Xin's eyes. The other Confucian scholars in "Saint Palace" suddenly froze their smiles, and their laughter suddenly stopped looking at the Turtle Soul opposite.

"Xie... Senior Brother Xiexin, what kind of race is this beast?" The Confucian scholar from the Immortal Painting Academy swallowed his saliva, looked at Xiexin beside him with a numb scalp and asked.

"I don't know." Xie Xin shook his head. He was a beast soul like the "Turtle Soul" that can devour the fragrance of books and soul power to enhance his strength. He has been in "Saint Palace" for so many years and has never heard of it. It is simply unheard of it and has never seen it.

Woo woo woo woo woo!

The momentum of the turtle soul suddenly surged to the limit of the Heavenly Destiny Realm, and the cute little face also became ferocious and terrifying.

"hiss……"

Feeling the momentum radiating from the turtle soul, Evil Heart's pupils also shrank slightly. With a light lifting of his arm, he sacrificed his 'saint' pen' and buzzed, saying, "Everyone will do it together, take down this evil beast first."

"good……"

The Confucian scholars present agreed and sacrificed all the holy objects on their bodies.

Rumble.

Thirty or forty holy objects of Confucian scholars in the Heavenly Destiny Realm exploded countless golden lights and swept over the turtle soul.
Chapter completed!