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

"What did you say? How is this possible?!"

A hint of disbelief flashed in Tantai Junheng's eyes. This news was too shocking for him, and it simply subverted his cognition. In everyone's opinion, weirdness is a force that has existed in the Chaos Realm since ancient times, and it cannot be related to them at all.

There was a hint of helplessness in Mo Ling's voice, "Brother, I know this is hard to believe, but this is what I have been perceiving the outside world for two hundred years and gradually deduced. Later, I learned from the mouth of a ghost ancestor in Guixiao. , confirmed his own inference.”

"Ghost Ancestor? Is there really a Ghost Ancestor among the ghosts?"

Tantai Junheng frowned. This news also shocked him, but the level of shock was far less than before.

"Yes, brother, there is indeed a ghost ancestor among the ghosts. The aura he exudes is stronger than that of the semi-saint, but it is far inferior to that of the sub-saint."

Just when Mo Ling wanted to continue saying something, the starlight in his left eye pupil suddenly dimmed a lot. Both Tantai Junheng and Mo Ling understood what this meant.

"Brother, it seems that my remnant soul will exist for less time than I thought. Then I will give you one last piece of advice. Don't take the form of Ming..."

Before Mo Ling finished his final advice, the starlight in his left eye completely dimmed, which also meant that Mo Ling's remnant soul had completely disappeared, and the "Mo Ling" in front of him was just a resurrected corpse.

The conversations between them were all conducted through Xingchen Pupil, and only the two of them knew the content of the conversation.

Tantai Junheng looked at Mo Ling's resurrected corpse in front of him, with a solemn expression on his face. He suppressed the doubts in his heart, held the sword tightly in his hand, and said, "Leave the rest of the matter to my elder brother."

"Beast Bird."

Mo Ling raised his hand slightly, and a wisp of ink energy condensed in his hand, gradually transforming into a delicate mechanical cube. He gently threw it into the air. The cube seemed to be pulled by some mysterious force and slowly floated above the two of them.

There was a slight buzzing sound in the air, which was the sound of the mechanical cube starting to rotate rapidly. As the rotation accelerated, the cube suddenly split and turned into countless smaller cubes. They danced in the air like manipulated elves. These cubes quickly reorganized in the air, and each collision made a crisp metallic sound. Eventually, the cubes combine to form a giant mechanical bird.

This giant mechanical bird is made entirely of black iron, giving it a heavy and solid feel. Its wings spread out like a huge black sky, covering half of the sky. The melon light of the blood moon shines on its body, reflecting the cold red light. Echoing the pair of eyes that exude a faint red light.

However, despite the majestic appearance of this giant mechanical bird, its body is covered with traces of time. The rust is mottled, and there are even cracks in some places. It looks like it has not been maintained for a long time. This gives it an air of dilapidation and vicissitudes of life.

Mo Ling stepped on the void and walked towards the giant mechanical bird step by step. He jumped lightly and landed firmly on the back of the giant mechanical bird. The giant mechanical bird let out a low neigh, flapped its wings suddenly, and headed towards Tantai Junheng rushed over.

At the same time, Mo Ling waved the black halberd in his hand, and swung a huge black halberd light directly towards Tantai Junheng.

A trace of determination flashed in Tantai Junheng's eyes, and the long sword in his hand suddenly swung out, and a bright sword energy met the ink-colored halberd light.

The sword energy and halberd light collided fiercely in the air, making a deafening roar. The air waves rolled, and the surrounding space seemed to be distorted by this force. "Although Mo Qi can be applied to one person at the same time, strengthening his body and breaking through the extreme realm, its shortcomings are also obvious."

Tantai Junheng's talent suddenly burst out, and he forcibly pushed back Mo Ling and the beasts and birds at his feet, then threw the long sword in his hand into the air and whispered: "The Secret of Ten Thousand Swords."

As Tantai Junheng's low shout fell, the long sword in the air suddenly trembled violently, and instantly split into countless sword shadows. These sword shadows flew in the void, and a dazzling light burst out from the sword body. The sword shadows were as dense as a rainstorm, instantly covering Mo Ling and the beast-mechanical bird at his feet, while the other part of the sword shadows flew towards the ground.

These sword energies were extremely sharp, as if they could cut through anything. Even Mo Ling's sturdy black iron beast-mechanical bird had cracks under the constant cutting of the sword energies. However, Mo Ling did not panic at all. He stood on the back of the beast weapon bird, looking at Tantai Junheng calmly, and swung the black halberd in his hand.

I saw a dark halberd light shooting out from the halberd, meeting the dense sword energy. Wherever the halberd light passed, the sword energy collapsed and dissipated, as if it could not stop it at all. However, Tantai Junheng did not show the slightest surprise. He seemed to have expected this scene and shouted in a low voice: "Explode!"

As his shout fell, the dissipated sword energy suddenly regrouped in the air and turned into sharper sword energy, slashing towards Mo Ling again. This time, Mo Ling's expression finally changed. He swung the halberd in his hand more rapidly, but the sword energy seemed to be endless, leaving him a little overwhelmed.

At this moment, Tantai Junheng's figure suddenly disappeared. When he reappeared, he was already in front of Mo Ling.

Immediately afterwards, the surging ink energy on Mo Ling's body suddenly shrank, his face turned pale, and his one eye was full of shock and confusion.

Tantai Junheng did not give him any chance to speak. The long sword in his hand was already pressed against Mo Ling's throat.

The sword flashed, and the head of the resurrected corpse in front of him was separated from his body. Mo Ling's head rolled along the back roller of the mechanical giant bird, making a dull sound. The pair of eyes that were once full of stars had lost their luster at this moment. The resurrected corpse without a head seemed to have lost the essence of life, and fell powerlessly on the back of the mechanical giant bird.

The mechanical giant bird seemed to have sensed the departure of its master, and began to stagger in the air, as if it had lost its direction. Although its wings were still waving, it no longer had the previous might and domineering power, and it seemed to be making its last struggle.

In the end, the mechanical giant bird could no longer maintain its balance in the air, and fell from a high altitude like a heavy piece of scrap iron. The moment it hit the ground, it made a deafening sound and raised a cloud of dust. After the smoke and dust dissipated, the mechanical giant bird was seen torn into pieces, and the wreckage was scattered all over the ground.

The real target of the Ten Thousand Swords Art he had just used was not Mo Ling, but the other two Mo disciples who had contributed their own Mo Qi. The two who had lost their Mo Qi were easily killed by the sword shadow released by Tan Tai Jun Heng, and Mo Ling's strength also fell. He seized this opportunity and killed Mo Ling's resurrected corpse in one fell swoop.

"After all, they are still resurrected corpses, with only the most primitive instincts. If they were alive, Mo Yi and Mo Qi would definitely step on the beast machine bird and hide far away, not stand on the ground like this."

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