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

Immediately afterwards, tens of thousands of evil spirits flew out of the flag. These evil ghosts have different shapes. Some have ferocious faces, like ghosts seeking life; some are huge, as towering as mountains; they roar and roar, as if they want to swallow up the entire world.

Surrounded by these evil ghosts, Ghost Ancestor slowly flew back into the air, his figure becoming taller and more majestic. He is like an emperor in the darkness, ruling this ghostly world. And those evil spirits are his loyal subjects, consolidating his position.

Facing this terrifying blow, Ci Song showed no fear at all and started reciting a war poem.

"The mountains and rivers in the two borders are magnificent, and the dragons are connected from head to tail. They march past the Xiongnu, and the left is to see the mausoleum of Xianbei."

"One body traveled three thousand miles, and one sword once served as a million divisions. The Han soldiers were as fast as thunder, and the captives and cavalry were afraid of the thorns."

"Don't laugh, lying drunk on the battlefield. How many people have fought in ancient times. The yellow sand will wear golden armor in a hundred battles. If Loulan is not broken, it will never be returned!"

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. Behind him, there were countless heroic ghosts roaring.

The phantoms of heroic souls kept leaping out from behind Ci Song. They held war spears and wore golden battle armor. Their momentum was like a rainbow. In an instant, tens of thousands of phantoms of heroic souls condensed into shape, protecting Ci Song in the center. These heroic souls seemed to be summoned by war poems and awakened from the dust of history.

"Ghost Ancestor, today I will use these tens of thousands of heroic souls to slaughter ghosts and slay their souls to rectify the power of my Tianyuan!"

Ci Song shouted sternly, and the golden thunder sword in his hand waved again, the sword light was dazzling, as if it was going to tear the entire darkness apart.

"Hmph, this little monk dares to compete with my ancestor? Break it for me!"

Ghost Ancestor shouted coldly, and waved the evil ghost flag in his hand again. Suddenly, as if being summoned, the evil ghosts roared and rushed towards the army of heroic souls.

Suddenly, a deafening sound of fighting resounded between heaven and earth. The army of heroic souls and the army of evil ghosts fought fiercely in the air. The war spears and ghost claws intersected, and the battle armor and ghost energy collided, erupting with earth-shattering power.

The golden thunder sword in Ci Song's hand flashed like thunder and lightning, and every time he swung the sword, it was accompanied by thunderous force. Around him, the heroic souls surged like a tide, and their war spears were as dense as raindrops, making it impossible for Ghost Ancestor's army of evil spirits to get close.

But every time the ghost tribe waved the evil ghost flag in their hands, countless evil ghosts would fly out from the flag and join the battle. These evil ghosts seemed to be endless, making the army of evil ghosts gradually gain an advantage.

Faced with this situation, Ci Song did not panic at all. He recited war poems again, and his voice was as majestic and powerful as a bell, as if it could penetrate heaven and earth.

"The beacon fire shines on Xijing, and I feel uneasy in my heart. Yazhang bids farewell to the Phoenix Tower, and the iron cavalry circles the Dragon City. The snow is dark withered flag paintings, and the wind is full of noise. It is better to be a centurion than a scholar."

As the poem was read out, the momentum of the heroic souls behind him became more surging. They were blessed by the war poems, and every shadow became solid.

It seems to have endless power. As their war spears waved, golden ripples arose, and those ripples spread in the air, forming a golden ocean.

This golden ocean formed a sharp contrast with the black ghost energy of the evil ghost army, and the two completely different forces were colliding fiercely.

"Super clear thunder method, five thunders roar together!"

Ci Song shouted in his mouth, and the golden thunder sword in his hand pointed forward suddenly. Suddenly, the golden ocean surged like boiling, and countless golden thunders shot out from the ocean, like thousands of arrows. Blast away at the army of evil spirits.

"Boom!"

Thunder exploded and evil spirits howled. Those golden thunderbolts seemed to contain the power of heaven and earth. Every time a thunderbolt fell, a large area of ​​evil ghosts was blown to pieces, and even the ghostly energy dissipated without a trace.

Under the attack of the fierce thunder and heroic souls, the evil ghost army began to retreat steadily.

When Ghost Ancestor saw this, his expression suddenly turned gloomy. He didn't expect that the young man in front of him could have such power, summon such a terrifying army of heroic souls, and perform such a powerful lightning attack. His evil ghost army was unable to fight back under the attack of thunder.

"Boy, you really surprised me. Humph, today I will let you see what the true ultimate power of ghost is!"

Ghost Ancestor shouted coldly and waved the evil ghost flag in his hand suddenly. The evil ghost pattern embroidered on the flag seemed to come alive and let out bursts of roars. With the waving of the flag, the attacks of all the evil ghosts stopped instantly. They seemed to be pulled by invisible forces and retreated to Ghost Ancestor one after another, lowering their heads as if asking him to fight.

The figure of Ghost Ancestor rose slowly in the darkness. He was like an emperor in the darkness, so majestic that the air around him became heavy. The ghostly aura on his body surged like real substance, and the cold aura dyed the entire world into darkness, and everything seemed to be surrendering to his feet.

The next moment, all the ghost shadows continued to pour into the body of Ghost Ancestor, and a huge ghost shadow similar to Feng Xiang condensed in an instant. The ghost shadow was several times larger than what Feng Xiang condensed, as if it was a statue from ancient times. The demon god came with endless pressure and terror.

The ferocious face and sharp fangs all revealed endless ferocity. Especially the eyes of the ghost figure, like two burning will-o'-the-wisps, flashing with an eerie light, and the overwhelming ghostly aura, make people feel palpitated.

"You are the first person to be able to see the ultimate in the ghost path of my ancestor with the strength of a mere ghost general. This alone is enough to make you proud."

Ghost Ancestor shouted sternly, and the huge ghost figure behind him suddenly pounced forward. The huge ghost figure turned into a black torrent and blasted towards the Yinghun Army and Ci Song like the Milky Way hanging upside down.

"Come on, let me see how powerful your so-called ghost path is! Previously, senior brother Bai Ye could easily kill a ghost king, but I, Ci Song, will surpass senior brother Bai Ye today and kill you, the ghost ancestor. ”

Ci Song shouted sharply, and following his voice, his fingers quickly traced several tracks in the air. Suddenly, under Ci Song's control, the golden ocean surged violently like waves swept by a strong wind. Countless golden thunders were moving among them. They were like resurrected golden dragons, swimming freely in the air. They were majestic and frightening.

"Super clear thunder method, thunder dragon goes to sea!"

Ci Song shouted again, his voice full of majesty and power. As his shout fell, golden thunder dragons rushed out of the golden ocean and rushed towards the black torrent.

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