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

Ghost Ancestor looked at Ci Song, his eyes flashing with resentment and unwillingness: "You are indeed a difficult opponent. I fell into your hands today. I am unlucky!"

"Okay, okay, okay, I will use the ghost as a guide and take my body to summon the Netherworld Ghost Emperor to come and help me!"

As Gui Zu's deep and cold voice fell, the ghost energy that had been lingering around him instantly became violent, as if awakened by some mysterious force. They roared in the air like angry beasts. Immediately afterwards, a black and white peacock shadow appeared out of thin air in the palm of Gui Zu's hand. Its feathers shone with a cold luster under the moonlight. This was the ghost that Gui Zu had sacrificed and refined for many years.

This black and white peacock shadow seems to have reached some mysterious connection with the blood moon in the sky, slowly rising into the sky, echoing the blood moon. The moonlight shines through the clouds and onto the peacock's feathers, adding a bit of mystery and solemnity to it.

As the peacock's shadow rose, Gui Zu muttered words, and his figure gradually became more blurry, as if he was blending with some mysterious power. The atmosphere between heaven and earth became extremely strange at this moment, and invisible fluctuations rippled in the air, making people feel uneasy.

However, at this moment, a strong purple energy suddenly surged between heaven and earth. This purple energy rose from Ci Song's body and gathered into a giant purple dragon.

The giant dragon hovers in the night sky. Its body is huge and mysterious, and its purple scales shine seductively under the moonlight. The majestic momentum seems to tear the night sky apart, making people feel in awe and dare not look directly. With every roll of the giant dragon, the surrounding air seemed to be shaken by its power and let out a low roar.

The giant purple dragon opened its bloody mouth and let out a deafening roar. The black and white peacock silhouette that was originally suspended in the air was instantly swallowed up by this powerful force.

Ci Song's figure was looming in the purple air, his face was calm and profound, as if everything was under control. He is like a god who truly controls the heaven and earth, looking down upon all things in the world. After the purple dragon swallowed the peacock's shadow, it seemed to have satisfied its desire and returned to Ci Song's body again.

At the moment when the ghost soul was swallowed by the purple dragon, the ghost ancestor's aura instantly became sluggish, and his figure trembled violently. His ghost cultivation level dropped from ghost ancestor, ghost king, and then ghost general at a speed visible to the naked eye. .

"Then, that's the mirage, the mirage is not dead, it, it lives in your body?!"

Ghost Ancestor's eyes were full of fear and despair. He was too familiar with the mirage's aura and would never admit it.

The Mirage was an existence that once made the entire Chaos Realm tremble. Three thousand years ago, it came to the Chaos Realm together with Kong Sheng and his seventy-two descendants, and a great war broke out with the creatures in the Chaos Realm. Among the eight Chaos clans, excluding the Immortal clan, all the seven highest cultivation clans were slaughtered, so that the seven clans did not dare to invade. They even used their supreme power to set up a heavenly barrier to completely isolate the Chaos world from the Tianyuan world.

Mirage Dragon was the vanguard of that war. Countless creatures from the Chaos Realm died in his hands. Its reputation was so thunderous that it made people change their minds when they heard it. They were the only ones in the ghost clan who had broken through to the realm of ghost ancestors. The Ghost Emperor died in the hands of the mirage dragon, and his soul was also swallowed by the mirage dragon. Back then, he had fought against the mirage dragon once. He just looked at the mirage dragon and was smitten by its mirage energy. So hallucinated, completely seriously injured, and withdrew from the battle.

Not long ago, news came from the Desolate Clan that the Mirage Dragon had fallen, and that there would be no saint in the Tianyuan Realm since then. It would be just around the corner to break through the Tianguan. The Ghost Ancestor who heard the news at that time felt very relieved.

But he never imagined that such a terrifying existence did not completely fall, but lived in Ci Song's body.

The fear and despair in the Ghost Ancestor's heart at this moment is indescribable. Having lost his soul, he clearly feels that his cultivation is constantly passing away. Even if he is lucky enough to survive today, he is no longer one of the four great Ghost Ancestors. He is a ghost general whose strength has been greatly reduced, and without the ghost, it will take at least another three thousand years for him to cultivate to the realm of ghost ancestors again.

"Ghost Ancestor, do you know why I didn't kill you directly?"

Ci Song's voice sounded again, his tone full of indifference and ridicule, "I have been waiting for you to summon the ghost soul. The remnant soul of the mirage dragon needs enough nutrients to recover, and your ghost soul, to the mirage dragon, is The best nutrition.”

"you you..."

Ghost Ancestor was too weak to make any sound. At this moment, he finally understood that the young man in front of him had been plotting against himself. From the beginning, he had been planning to use himself as bait, and then use his opportunity to summon ghosts to let the mirage The dragon devours its soul.

At this moment, Ghost Ancestor felt filled with regret. He even suspected that Ci Song's initial cultivation as a ghost general was just a disguise, and his real strength had reached at least half the level of Ghost Ancestor. But now, it was too late to say anything.

"I heard from the teacher and Mr. Tantai that there is some mysterious connection between the four ghost ancestors. If one of the ghost ancestors fights with others, then the other three ghost ancestors will definitely help, but why didn't they do it today? Appear here?"

Ci Song spoke slowly. His voice was not loud, but it was very clear in the silent night sky. Every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting Guizu's heart hard.

Not only Ci Song was curious, even Ghost Ancestor himself was puzzled. At the moment when he was severely injured by Ci Song, he had already sent a message to the three people. With their strength, even if they were in the southeast of the Chaos Realm, they should have appeared here long ago. But until now, he has not received any reply from anyone, nor has he sensed their breath.

He could only watch Ci Song with his eyes, and the fear and despair in his eyes became stronger and stronger.

"Forget it, I will kill you, Ghost Ancestor first. When I really break through the literary master's cultivation, it will not be too late to take the lives of the other three."

Ci Song spoke lightly, and the lightning in Ci Song's hand began to flicker, like the sun, bright and dazzling. The lightning continued to condense in his hand, and finally turned into a sharp thunder, cutting through the night sky, with the force of thunder, and fell towards Ghost Ancestor.

Ghost Ancestor was powerless to resist at this moment, he could only watch the thunder fall, his heart filled with despair. The thunder hit Ghost Ancestor fiercely, and instantly burst into dazzling light and deafening roar. The light was as bright as day, illuminating the entire ghost den, and the roar seemed to shatter people's souls.

The blood moon in the sky gradually lost its color and turned into a pure white moon again. The moonlight sprinkled on the ghost den, bringing a ray of light to this dark place. And the misty ghost energy appeared from nowhere, covering the ghost den again, returning to the scene when Ci Song just entered the ghost den, and everything returned to the starting point.

The battle between Ci Song and the Ghost Ancestor seemed to have never existed.

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