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

But the Yasheng Treasure is extremely precious after all. Each piece is a priceless treasure, not to mention that the Yasheng Treasure in your hand is also an inheritance left by Ziluya Sanctuary. "

"Zhong Qi, have you really thought about it?" Ning Ping'an confirmed again.

When Zhongqi heard this, he said with a slight smile on his face: "Of course, Confucius said: 'A man with lofty ideals and a benevolent man has no desire to live to harm his benevolence, but to kill himself to achieve benevolence.' What's more, Zhongqi only gave a This sub-sage treasure is far from being able to kill oneself to achieve benevolence.”

"If your father finds out about this..."

Before Ning Ping'an finished speaking, he saw that Zhong Qi had taken out the azure pen. The body of the pen was filled with light, and an ancient and vast aura emanated from it, making people feel palpitated.

"Mr. Ning, let's do it. My father has passed this thing on to me. I think I am qualified to handle it. What's more, although the treasure is good, in Zhong Qi's eyes, it is not as important as everyone's safety."

Zhong Qi handed the azure pen to Ning Pingan, without any hesitation or reluctance on his face, as if it was just an insignificant item.

Ning Ping'an took a deep look at Zhong Qi. He really didn't expect that Zhong Qi would actually take out a blue pen. He took the Zhanqing pen, took a deep breath, and then activated his talent, pouring his own talent into the Zhanqing pen.

Seeing this, Bai Ye, who was being supported by Duanmu Qingcang, showed a trace of apology on his face and said, "Zhong Qi, I'm so sorry. This is all my fault."

"Don't say this. If I were the one who broke into Tianguan today, I believe you would make the same choice as me." Zhong Qi said with a faint smile.

"You're right."

Bai Ye looked at Zhong Qi, and the two of them smiled at each other, which finally resolved their previous grudges, and Zhong Qi's image in Bai Ye's heart also changed too much.

Half a quarter of an hour later, the few people who were flying away with all their strength felt a terrifying coercion falling from the sky. They looked up and saw a figure covered in ghost aura approaching quickly. It was the ghost ancestor. .

Ning Ping'an and his party were also prepared and on guard. Ci Song, Bai Ye, Duanmu Qingcang, Zhong Qi and Zeng Xiangteng had also been summoned by Ning Ping'an and Tantai Junheng to protect their bodies with dozens of sword shadows. , to avoid being affected by the aftermath of the explosion of the Yasheng Treasure.

"Tianyuan Mole Ant, I want to use your souls to reforge the spirit of Feng Xiang!"

Ghost Ancestor's voice reached everyone's ears. At this moment, he was less than a hundred miles away from everyone.

"dream."

The azure pen in Ning Ping'an's hand suddenly burst out with a bright light, which shot straight into the sky and illuminated the entire ghost world.

Immediately afterwards, Ning Ping'an suddenly threw the azure pen in his hand. In just one breath, the azure pen overlapped with the ghost ancestor's figure, and a deafening loud noise spread throughout the ghost world.

"boom!"

At the same time as the explosion sounded, a terrifying shock wave centered on Zhan Qingbi, like a violent tornado, spread to all directions with a devastating force.

As the shock wave spread, the space shattered like fragile glass, revealing the power of chaos hidden in the darkness. This power is chaotic, like a violent beast, raging among ghosts. Even the wandering ghosts and resurrected corpses turned into fly ash like fragile pieces of paper under this power and dissipated in the air.

The air wave hit Guizu's body hard. Even though Guizu used all the ghost energy in his body to resist, he was still knocked upside down by the air wave.

After rolling several times in the air, he barely stabilized his body. But at this moment, he was no longer as calm and calm as before. His face was full of shock and anger. Half of his body had been torn apart by the shock wave. At this moment, Has disappeared.

"That is the sub-sage treasure mentioned by the Tianyuan cultivator, and they are actually willing to detonate it?!"

Ghost Ancestor's voice was full of shock and anger. He never expected that those Tianyuan monks would have such a treasure in their hands, nor did he expect that they would actually be willing to detonate it just to delay time.

The figures in front of him were about to completely escape from his sight. The ghost ancestor was completely angry. He saw that he forcibly pulled out a dark ghost aura from his own ghost in his mouth. This ghost aura condensed into a ghost in front of him. Shadow, the ghost's face was twisted and ferocious, as if he was suffering from great pain.

"Come back to me!"

The Ghost Ancestor shouted angrily, and then he pushed the ghost figure in front of him with both hands. The ghost figure let out a shrill scream, turned into a jet-black stream of light, and quickly chased in the direction where Ning Ping'an and others fled. .

"That is..."

Ning Ping'an felt the terrifying aura coming from behind him, his face changed slightly, and he looked at the jet-black stream of light that was chasing after him with a trace of surprise in his eyes.

"That is part of Ghost Ancestor's ghost. It seems that he was really angered." He really didn't expect that Ghost Ancestor would not hesitate to sacrifice his own cultivation to summon ghosts to pursue him. Originally, he thought that the Yasheng Treasure The detonation was enough to completely seriously injure him. At that time, the Ghost Ancestor would be too busy to take care of himself and it would be impossible to forcefully pursue him. However, it now seemed that he had underestimated the relationship between the Ghost Ancestor and Feng Xiang.

Just when the dark stream of light flew in front of several people, Ning Ping'an said: "Don't be afraid, everyone, although this stream of light is powerful, it can only keep one of us. I only need to stay, you..."

Before Ning Ping'an finished speaking, he saw Ci Song suddenly jump off the flying sword, and then took the initiative to meet the black stream of light, "Shangqing Thunder Technique, fast!"

Ci Song made hand gestures, lightning flashed around him, and countless tiny thunders surrounded him. These thunders moved like spirit snakes, emitting a terrifying aura.

Facing the dark light, Ci Song did not retreat at all. He took a step forward, and his whole body turned into a thunder, colliding fiercely with the dark light.

"Boom!"

After a loud noise, the dark light also dissipated in the impact, and Ci Song floated in the air, and then sent a message to several people: "I have thunder magic to rely on, even the Ghost Ancestor can't do anything to me, let me be the last one, as for the way back, I have also memorized it, we will meet at Tianguan."

"What a joke, Junior Brother Ci Song is just a great scholar, how can he be the opponent of Ghost Ancestor?"

Bai Ye, who was supported by Duanmu Qingcang, showed an anxious look on his face. He struggled to turn around from Duanmu Qingcang's support, looked at Ci Song in the air, and shouted: "Junior Brother Ci Song, don't mess around, come back soon!"

"Don't worry, Senior Brother Bai, I will be fine, you just prepare wine and wait for me at Tianguan. The day after tomorrow is my birthday. After my birthday, I will have reached the age of twenty, and then we will get drunk."

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