Chapter 471: Full Force Burst, Continuous War Poems, Suppressing the Ghost Ancestor

Ci Song's aura did not become stable after breaking through the realm of literary giants. Instead, it became more and more violent like a raging fire. The only remaining bright crescent moon seemed to feel the surging power in Ci Song's body, and began to slowly round up and gradually showed the appearance of a full moon. The moonlight was like water, dazzling and dazzling. Its light was no longer limited to the narrow corner, but poured like the Milky Way, illuminating the entire ghost den.

In the ghost den, the darkness was driven away by the moonlight, revealing a clear and bright. And the full moon seemed to have become the incarnation of Ci Song, hanging high above his head, reflecting each other. Ci Song's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and the talented full moon and the blood-red full moon in the sky reflected each other from a distance, forming a strange and magnificent scene.

"It seems that you have some skills. You have been promoted from a ghost general to a ghost king in just a breath of time. However, in the eyes of this ancestor, there is no difference between a king and a general."

The ghost ancestor moved and rushed towards Ci Song again. His black right hand stretched out like an evil ghost that chooses people to eat, exuding a terrifying and dangerous aura.

"Ghost Ancestor, today I will let you see the power of a Tianyuan cultivator."

Facing the attack of the ghost ancestor, Ci Song was not afraid at all. His eyes flashed, and he muttered something. The thunder spirit turned into a golden long sword and was held in Ci Song's hand. He went straight to the ghost ancestor: "I want to ride the wind to go back, but I am afraid that the jade buildings are too cold. Dancing with the shadows, how can it be like being in the human world."

As Ci Song recited the poem, the golden long sword in his hand was swung violently, turning into a dazzling thunder, bombarding the ghost ancestor.

"Boom!"

The thunder and the ghost ancestor's right hand collided again, and a loud noise shook the earth. However, this time, the result was completely different from before. The terrifying power contained in the thunder actually smashed the Ghost Ancestor's right hand into pieces, turning it into a ghost aura that dissipated in the sky.

The Ghost Ancestor showed an unbelievable look on his face. He took a few steps back before he stabilized his body. There was a gleam of resentment in his eyes, staring at Ci Song, as if he wanted to eat him alive.

"Damn it, you are just touched by the power of thunder, and this ancestor was severely damaged by the detonation of the treasure, so you can compete with this ancestor."

The voice of the Ghost Ancestor was full of anger and unwillingness. As one of the four ghost ancestors of the ghost den, when had he ever suffered such grievances? Now, he is far from the peak strength. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is ten times stronger than he was in one night. The damage brought to him by the detonation of the sub-sage treasure is far more serious than he showed. He is really strong on the outside but weak on the inside.

However, even though he is in a very bad state at the moment, he is still not something that ordinary literary masters can easily shake. After all, Ghost Ancestor is an existence that can be equal to Semi-Saint. Of course, equality does not mean equality. If Semi-Saint attacks Ghost Ancestor, he can still kill him easily.

"Oh? Ghost Ancestor's words, are you reminding me that I should fight quickly and let me send you to reincarnation quickly?"

Ci Song's eyes flashed with a sharp light. He moved his body and turned into a stream of light and rushed towards Ghost Ancestor. The golden sword in his hand kept waving, and every swing could attract the power of thunder and turn into a terrifying thunder sword.

"Humph, even if you can mobilize the power of thunder, what? How can you imagine my methods?"

Ghost Ancestor sneered, and his body shook, turning into an illusory shadow, avoiding Ci Song's attack. Then, he stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and a long whip condensed from the dark ghost energy appeared in his hand.

"The soul-binding and soul-locking whip, the soul is captured and the soul is taken away."

Ghost Ancestor chanted something, and the long whip was as agile as a spirit snake, winding towards Ci Song. A trace of solemnity flashed in Ci Song's eyes. He felt the terrifying power contained in the long whip, which seemed to be able to directly bind a person's soul.

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

"What do you think of being beheaded today? Starting a business is difficult and there are many battles. I will go to Quantai to recruit old subordinates. , with 100,000 flags, I will kill Yama. "

"Wait until September 8th in autumn, when my flower blooms, all other flowers will die. The fragrance will penetrate Chang'an, and the whole city will be covered with golden armor."

"Suddenly, a madman sharpened his knife at night, and the imperial star was swaying and the Mars was high. From now on, the world will be turned upside down, so why should we be stingy when killing people?"

"The Zhao guest has a Hu tassel, and the Wu hook is bright with frost and snow. The silver saddle shines on the white horse, and it is as swift as a meteor. Kill one person every ten steps, and leave no trace for a thousand miles. After the task is completed, I will leave, hiding my body and name. "

"You are forced to come and you can't be free, and the dragon and phoenix are soaring and it is difficult to stop. The flowers in the hall intoxicate three thousand guests, and the sword is frosty and cold for fourteen states. The drums and horns are cold in the sky, and the wind and waves shake the sea and mountains in autumn. The southeast will always be the golden pillar of the sky, who will envy the marquis at that time. "

Ci Song recited five war poems in a row, each of which contained magnificent talent and fierce murderous aura, as if to dye the whole world with a layer of blood. As the poem was read, Ci Song's aura rose again, and his clothes rustled as if they were about to break apart.

"Across the Four Directions."

With the blessing of the five war poems, Ci Song gathered his strength to use Across the Four Directions and bombarded Ghost Ancestor. Wherever the sword light passed, the space was distorted, as if it was about to break apart.

"Boom!"

The sword light collided fiercely with Ghost Ancestor's Soul Binding and Soul Locking Whip, and a loud earth-shaking sound broke out. The long whip only resisted for half a moment before being shattered by the sword light. Ghost Ancestor was also unable to avoid Ci Song's attack. He was directly blown away by the terrifying force and hit heavily on a mountain peak.

"Boom boom boom."

Ghost Ancestor's figure quickly passed through five towering mountains in a series of explosions. These five mountains seemed to be made of paper, unable to withstand the fierce collision between his ghost energy and the sword light, and they collapsed one after another in the roar, huge rocks rolled down, and smoke and dust rose.

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!"

With the roar of the Ghost Ancestor, 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, and they spread like substance, covering 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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