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

Bai Ye quietly floated in front of the golden figure. His whole body was shrouded in brilliant golden light, like a banished immortal surrounded by divine light, revealing an inviolable majesty. His pupils also turned golden, and he looked somewhat similar to Duanmu Qingcang, with infinite divine light inside, as if he could see through all the falsehoods and reach the essence of all things.

And the huge golden figure behind him gave people an indescribable sense of oppression. The figure stood there quietly like a towering mountain. Although there was no movement, the invisible force seemed to tear the whole world apart. The figure's eyebrows were full of majesty, as if it could cause a disaster of collapse and earth-shattering if it moved a little.

Bai Ye quietly floated there, his whole body was shimmering with golden light, his eyes were as deep as the sea, and the huge figure behind him was full of majesty. In contrast, it was the ghost figure transformed by Feng Xiang. The huge ghost figure loomed in the night, like a demon crawling out of the abyss of hell, gloomy and terrifying. Its body was twisted, its face was hideous, and it was full of evil and violence.

However, in front of this golden giant, the huge ghost was as fragile as a child. Under the shining of the golden light, the ghost's shadow was trembling, as if in fear, and as if struggling.

It stared at Bai Ye fiercely and roared: "What kind of power is this?!"

Bai Ye did not answer, he just floated there quietly, his whole body shining with golden light, as if resonating with the world. The majestic aura of the huge figure behind him was even stronger, as if it was going to crush the entire world.

"My goodness, there is even the law of heaven and earth?"

Ci Song, who was hiding in the dark, looked at the golden giant summoned by Bai Ye, and sighed in his heart. He had met Han Sheng's phantom once before when he was in Han Sheng Academy. Through the aura emitted by the giant shadow, he recognized its identity. It was the manifestation of Han Sheng's soul.

Ning Ping'an, who was standing next to Ci Song, said with emotion: "I really didn't expect that in just two years, Bai Ye could control the soul of the saint so skillfully. It seems that I still underestimated his talent."

The huge ghost transformed by Feng Xiang looked more and more ferocious and terrifying in front of the soul of Han Sheng summoned by Bai Ye. It roared madly, and the ghost energy on its body surged wildly, as if it wanted to devour the entire world.

"Ten thousand ghosts devour the soul!"

The ghost opened its bloody mouth, accompanied by a sharp and creepy roar, and a series of cold and dark green ghost energy gushed out of the ghost's mouth, flying in the air like thousands of poisonous snakes. In an instant, these ghost energies condensed into tens of thousands of dark green ghosts, with hideous faces, swarming towards Bai Ye.

Bai Ye remained calm and gently swung the long sword in his hand. The soul of Han Sheng behind him followed Bai Ye and made the same move. The huge golden figure behind him slowly raised the golden sword in his hand, and the tip of the sword swung gently, as if breaking the shackles of time. A brilliant golden light instantly cut through the sky, and slashed towards the tens of thousands of dark green ghosts like a meteor.

The golden light and the ghost energy collided in the air, making a deafening roar. The golden light was like a sharp blade, instantly cutting through the formation of the ghosts. Wherever it passed, the dark green ghosts seemed to be burned by the scorching sun, and they broke apart, turning into wisps of green smoke and dissipating in the night sky.

In just a breath of time, the tens of thousands of ghosts were completely swallowed up by the golden light, leaving no trace, as if they had never existed.

Seeing this, Feng Xiang's eyes flashed with a trace of horror. It didn't expect that the ghosts it had condensed with a lot of ghost energy would disappear with the other party's casual wave.

He was completely panicked this time. The young man in front of him actually had so many strange methods that even one of his signature methods, Ten Thousand Ghosts Devouring Souls, could not do anything to him.

You know, he spent countless efforts to cultivate the Ten Thousand Ghosts Devouring Souls, absorbing the souls of ten thousand ghost cultivators. He was confident that its power was enough to make other ghost king-level strongmen afraid. However, in front of the other party, it was as vulnerable as a child's play. How could he accept this?

Feng Xiang was shocked and angry. He wanted to summon fourteen resurrected corpses, but they were now controlled by Tan Tai Jun Heng and could not escape. At this moment, Feng Xiang also understood that he had no way out. He had to try his best to have a chance of survival.

Thinking of this, he no longer held back. The remaining ghost energy in his body surged wildly, and his figure began to change. His figure gradually twisted and turned into a twisted ghost shadow, and the breath on his body became more and more cold and terrifying.

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On the other side, when Tan Tai Jun Heng faced the resurrected corpses of fourteen close friends, his heart was full of struggle and pain. Although these resurrected corpses were no longer his close friends in the past, their faces and breath still made him unable to start.

He was seen holding a broken sword, retreating step by step under the siege of eleven people. Although he was not injured, his heart was exhausted. He knew that this was not a solution. He must come up with a solution as soon as possible, otherwise he would only become more and more passive.

"Mr. Tan Tai, Confucius said: 'The dead are like this, day and night.' The dead are gone, and the living are like this. Mr. Tan Tai, don't be obsessed with it!"

At this moment, a melodious voice sounded in Tan Tai Jun Heng's ears. Although he couldn't judge the source of the voice at the first time, he could hear the owner of the voice, Ci Song.

"Mr. Tan Tai, the fourteen people in front of you are no longer your former close friends, but the resurrected corpses controlled by Feng Xiang. They have lost their consciousness before they died, and only the killing desire controlled by Feng Xiang remains. If you continue to hesitate, it will make the real them feel painful. What you should do is to end their pain and let them be free, instead of letting them continue to sink into darkness."

"Mr., Confucius said: 'The past cannot be changed, but the future can still be pursued'. The past cannot be redeemed, the future can be changed, and it is nothing more than returning home."

Ci Song, who was watching the battle below, sent a message to Tan Tai Jun Heng again. He could understand Tan Tai Jun Heng's pain. Although he could not empathize with him, he could also feel his struggle and torment at the moment.

It's just that in Ci Song's view, people always have to look forward. If they are always immersed in the painful memories of the past and cannot extricate themselves, that is the real pain. And some people, after suffering a great blow, indulge in it and cannot let go, and have been unable to recover since then, wasting their lives.

On the contrary, Tan Tai Jun Heng became the guardian of Tianguan, fighting against the aliens, and chose to "atone" with his own actions. From this point, it can be seen that Tan Tai Jun Heng was not completely immersed in the sadness of the death of his best friend.

He just needed an opportunity to personally untie the knot in his heart, and today he encountered it.

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