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

The atmosphere of Ci Song Dynasty did not stabilize due to breaking through the realm of literary giants. Instead, it became more and more violent like a raging fire setting a prairie fire. The only remaining bright waning moon seemed to feel the power surging in Ci Song's body, and began to slowly become rounded, gradually showing the appearance of a full moon. The moonlight is as dazzling as water. Its light is no longer limited to a narrow corner, but pours out like the Milky Way, illuminating the entire ghost world.

Among the ghosts, the darkness was driven away by the moonlight, revealing a clear sky. And the full moon seemed to have become the incarnation of Ci Song, hanging high above his head, complementing it. Ci Song's eyes were shining with fierce light, and the full moon of talent and the full blood-colored moon in the sky reflected each other, forming a strange and magnificent scene.

"It seems that you have some abilities. You were promoted from ghost general to ghost king in just one breath. However, in my eyes, there is no difference between king and general."

Just as Gui Zu moved, he rushed towards Ci Song again. His dark right hand stretched out, like an evil ghost that chose people to eat, exuding a terrifying and dangerous aura.

"Ghost Ancestor, today I will show you the power of Tianyuan cultivator."

Facing the attack of the Ghost Ancestor, Ci Song showed no fear at all. His eyes flickered and he muttered words. The thunder spirit turned into a golden sword and was held by Ci Song in his hand. He faced the Ghost Ancestor and left: "I want to ride the wind back. I'm afraid that it's so cold in the jade tower. I dance to see the shadows, so it doesn't look like I'm in the human world."

As Ci Song read out the poem, the golden sword in his hand swung violently, turning into a bright thunderbolt and striking towards Ghost Ancestor.

"boom!"

Thunder and Ghost Ancestor's right hands collided again, erupting with an earth-shattering loud noise. However, this time, the result was completely different from before. The terrifying power contained in the thunder actually shattered the Ghost Ancestor's right hand, turning it into ghost energy that filled the sky and dissipated.

Ghost Ancestor had a look of disbelief on his face, and he took a few steps back before regaining his balance. His eyes flashed with malice, staring at Ci Song as if he wanted to eat him alive.

"Damn it, you just got the light of the power of thunder, and I was severely injured by the detonated treasure, so you can only compete with me so far."

The Ghost Ancestor's voice was full of anger and unwillingness. As one of the Four Ghost Ancestors, how had he ever been wronged like this? Now, he is far from his peak strength. It is not an exaggeration to say that he cannot survive for a night. , the damage caused to him after the detonation of the Yasheng Treasure was far more serious than what he showed. The last sentence can really be called strong on the outside but dry on the inside.

However, even if he is in extremely bad condition at the moment, he is still not something that ordinary literary monks can easily shake. After all, the Ghost Ancestor is an equal being to the Half-Saint. Of course, equality does not mean equality. If the Half-Saint attacks the Ghost Ancestor, he can still kill him easily.

"Oh? With what Ghost Ancestor said, could it be that he is reminding me that we should fight quickly and let me send you to reincarnation as soon as possible?"

Ci Song's eyes flashed with fierce light, and he moved, turning into a stream of light and rushing towards Ghost Ancestor. The golden sword in his hand kept swinging, and every swing could trigger the power of thunder and turn into a terrifying thunder sword light.

"Hmph, so what if you can mobilize the power of thunder? Are my ancestor's methods beyond your imagination?"

Ghost Ancestor sneered, his body swayed, and turned into an illusory shadow, avoiding Ci Song's attack. Then, he stretched out his hand to grab it, and a long whip made of ghostly energy as dark as ink appeared in his hand.

"The soul-binding whip can bind the soul and seize the soul."

Ghost Ancestor muttered Ci, and the long whip moved like a spiritual snake, winding towards Ci Song. A trace of solemnity flashed in Ci Song's eyes, and he felt the terrifying power contained in this long whip, which seemed to be able to directly bind people's souls.

Facing this long whip, Ci Song did not panic at all, but continued to recite war poems.

"How do you feel about today's beheading? Starting a business is difficult and involves many battles. I'm going to Quantai to recruit old troops, and I will kill Yama with a hundred thousand banners."

"On the eighth day of the ninth month when autumn comes, I will kill all the flowers after they have bloomed. The incense array will reach the sky and penetrate Chang'an, and the whole city will be filled with golden armor."

"Suddenly, a madman sharpens his knife at night, and the emperor's star flutters high. From now on, the world will be changed. There is no need to spare the effort to kill people."

"The tassels of Zhao Ke's man and Hu Ying, the frost and snow of Wu Gou are bright. The silver saddle shines on the white horse, and it rustles like a shooting star. Kill a person in ten steps, and leave no trace for a thousand miles. When the matter is over, he brushes off his clothes and hides his body and name."

"No one can come freely, and the power of dragons and phoenixes is hard to control. The hall is full of flowers and three thousand guests are drunk, and fourteen states are cold with a sword. The drums and horns lift the sky, the air is cold, and the wind shakes the sea and the mountains in autumn. The southeast will always be a golden pillar, who will I am envious of the marquis of ten thousand households at that time."

Ci Song recited five war poems in succession, each containing majestic talent and fierce murderous intent, as if the whole world was dyed with blood. As the poem was read out, the aura of Ci Song rose again, and the clothes on his body made a sound, as if they were about to break apart.

"Across all directions."

With the blessing of the five war poems, Ci Song was ready to move across the four directions and bombarded the Ghost Ancestor. Wherever the sword light passed, the space was distorted, as if it was about to split.

"boom!"

The sword light collided with Ghost Ancestor's soul-binding whip, causing an earth-shaking loud noise. The long whip only resisted for half a moment before being shattered by the sword light. Ghost Ancestor could not avoid Ci Song's attack. He was directly blown away by the terrifying force and hit a mountain peak heavily.

"Boom boom boom."

Ghost Ancestor's figure quickly passed through five towering peaks amidst a series of explosions. These five peaks seemed to be made of paper. They could not withstand the fierce collision between the ghost energy and the sword light on his body. They collapsed one after another with a roar, huge rocks rolled down, and smoke and dust were everywhere.

In the smoke and dust, the figure of the Ghost Ancestor flew out in a panic, his face twisted, his eyes flashing with resentment and unwillingness. He looked up at Ci Song floating in the air, his eyes were full of anger, as if he wanted to burn the whole world to ashes.

"Tianyuan monk, today this ancestor will take you down even if it costs me the ghost cultivation. This ancestor will use your head as a sacrifice!"

As the Ghost Ancestor roared, his right hand, which had disappeared, condensed again, as if it had drawn power from nothingness and reshaped the entity. This time, there was an extra flag on his right hand, with strange and mysterious patterns embroidered on the flag, as if it contained endless power.

He waved it violently, and the flag drew a sharp arc in the air. Suddenly, the cold wind howled, as if it was a cold wind blowing from the Nine Netherworld, sweeping over with a biting chill. In that cold wind, there were countless ghost spirits hidden, they spread like substance, shrouding the whole world in darkness.

The darkness was like a thick curtain, covering up the strange blood moon and scattered starlight, and plunging the entire world into a dead silence.

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