Confucianism is supreme? I am reciting Tang poems in another world!

Outside the valley, the night was hazy.

Tens of thousands of eerie and cold breaths gathered in the night, forming substantial shadows that lingered around the valley. These shadows are not entities, but are condensed by the cold aura exuded by the ghost tribesmen. They have no fixed shape, sometimes gathering into groups, sometimes scattering into threads, as if they are masses of dark mist, in the night spread.

As soon as Ci and Song left the valley, they immediately felt the presence of the cold atmosphere, as if countless pairs of eyes were staring at them, making people feel uneasy.

In Duanmu Qingcang's eyes, golden light flickered. His perception had been extended to the extreme, trying to find the remaining trace of talent in the white night.

Ning Ping'an discovered something unusual. This group of ghost tribesmen seemed to be waiting for something. Even if they passed by them, they showed no signs of active attack, as if they were waiting for some kind of signal.

"Something is wrong. These ghost tribesmen seem to be different from those I killed before."

Ning Ping'an frowned slightly and sent a message to Ci Song and Duanmu Qingcang. The three of them moved to a tree to hide their figures.

Hearing this, Duanmu Qingcang also sensed something was wrong. He nodded and replied via voice transmission: "That's true. Although the auras of these ghost tribesmen are still cold, they don't have any violence or murderous intentions."

"Why do I feel like they are being controlled?"

Just when Ci Song was expressing his opinion, the blood moon hung high in the sky like a broken mirror, shedding a strange and coquettish red light. This red light seemed to have some kind of magic power, giving everything around it a strange and mysterious color. However, this peaceful night did not last long. Suddenly, the blood moon seemed to be disturbed by some mysterious force, trembling slightly, as if it was beating with an uneasy pulse.

At the same time, the surrounding shadows began to surge uneasily, as if controlled by invisible forces. They twisted and rolled, as if they were alive. They seemed to feel the trembling of the blood moon, and they looked up one after another, facing the The blood moon worshiped, as if praying for something.

The trembling of the blood moon seemed to trigger an invisible storm, making everything around it fall into chaos and uneasiness, as if a powerful force was quietly awakening. This force makes the surrounding air heavy and depressing,

"Congratulations to Prime Minister Feng to achieve the realm of Ghost King!"

This voice floated in the night sky like a ghost, cold and hoarse, as if coming from deep underground, with endless gloom and indifference. Every word sounds like a sharp ice arrow, piercing the silence of the night and making people shudder.

As the sound fell, the shadows in the valley seemed to be summoned by some kind of call. They began to twist and squirm, like black tentacles, stretching crazily towards the blood moon. Blood Moon seemed to feel the surge of power at this moment, and its tremors became more intense, as if in response to the worship of these shadows.

Ci and Song immediately looked up at the sky, and saw that the originally peaceful blood moon suddenly began to rotate rapidly, and a powerful suction force emanated from it, attracting all the surrounding shadows.

The moment these shadows came into contact with the blood moon, they seemed to be melted and disappeared without a trace, and the aura of the blood moon itself began to become stronger and stronger, as if something was awakening from it.

"Our trip is really worth it. This kind of thing has happened to us."

Ning Ping'an's eyes became solemn at this moment,

He felt the powerful aura emanating from the blood moon, and he already understood in his heart that this was the "Feng Xiang" among the people of the ghost tribe, and at this moment, Feng Xiang had actually achieved the status of the Ghost King.

He also has a general understanding of the ghost clan's training system, including ghost ancestors, ghost kings, ghost generals, and ghost pawns. The gap between the realms of ghost kings and ghost generals is extremely huge. The combat power of ghost generals is at most the same as that of Hanlin, while the ghost kings But it can compete with the strong Half Saint, and even surpass the Half Saint in some aspects.

The birth of a ghost king takes at least a thousand years, and it also requires absorbing countless souls as sacrifices before he can successfully break through.

At this moment, they unexpectedly encountered the birth process of a ghost king, which was undoubtedly extremely rare.

"Teacher, the voice just said that this Feng Xiang has just stepped into the realm of the Ghost King. It seems that he has not completely stabilized the realm of the Ghost King at this moment. Should we take action and kill him to avoid becoming a disaster in the future?"

A sharp look flashed in Ci Song's eyes. Ning Ping'an and Duanmu Qingcang were both stunned when they heard this. They did not expect that Ci Song would make such an extreme suggestion.

Ning Ping'an was silent for a moment, his eyes wandering between Ci Song and Duanmu Qingcang. He knew that Ci Song's idea was full of adventure and danger, but the fact was that as Ci Song said, although the ghost clan who had just entered the realm of ghost kings would have a sharp increase in combat power, it would be much easier to deal with them. Duanmu Qingcang frowned, obviously weighing the pros and cons.

At the same time, a figure slowly stepped out of the blood moon. His figure was looming, as if it were condensed from shadows and mist. Against the background of the blood moon, it looked more and more strange and mysterious. The figure gradually condensed and finally turned into a A tall and majestic ghost man.

His face was cold and ferocious, and his eyes were shining with blood-red light, as if he could swallow up all life. He exuded a powerful aura that made people feel in awe.

As soon as the ghost king Feng Xiang appeared, the ghosts around him cheered wildly. They knelt on the ground and worshiped Feng Xiang. Their pious attitude was as if Feng Xiang was the god in their hearts.

"I have practiced for thousands of years and finally stepped into the realm of ghost king. Today I have achieved the great way. I will protect you. When I stabilize the realm of ghost king, I will take you to the battlefield of Tianguan to help you practice!"

Feng Xiang's voice was cold and majestic, as if it came from the depths of the Nine Nether Hell, which made people shudder. As his voice fell, the ghosts around cheered more fiercely, as if they were celebrating their new king.

Ning Ping'an and the other two looked at each other and saw the solemnity in each other's eyes.

They knew that although Feng Xiang had just entered the realm of ghost king, his combat power should not be underestimated, and they could not be sure whether Feng Xiang had any powerful means that had not been used.

"Teacher, don't hesitate any longer, let's take action."

Ci Song once again sent a message to Ning Ping'an, expressing his attitude. Although he usually doesn't like to take the initiative to cause trouble, he is also a very decisive person who knows when to take decisive action.

Especially at this moment, Ci Song chose to put the righteousness of the country first. What he thinks at this moment is all for the future of Tianguan and the future of the human race.

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