Quick Wear High Martial Arts: The system wants me to be a dog

When Chaodao said this,

There was dead silence in the hall, and everyone was staring at Ning Feng.

Ning Feng was silent.

He looked around at Chaodao's white hair, Li Tao's tear marks, and Mo Lin's humiliated figure kneeling on the ground.

There are also the collapsing mountains and rivers on the light curtain.

He felt the faint but synchronously burning fluctuations of the indomitable fighting spirits of Shi Hao, Jiang Yunfei and others in the nine ancient bronze coffins behind him.

He clearly "heard" the thirteen emperors' wills that looked down indifferently like cold stars at the end of the thirteen ancient roads.

The pressure is overwhelming!

Despair is like the sea!

He slowly closed his eyes and took a deep breath of air filled with the smell of blood and burnt food.

When he opened his eyes again, all the hesitation and powerlessness in those eyes that were burning with chaotic flames had been completely burned away, leaving only a rock-hard coldness and determination that had settled deep into his bones.

"Block?"

Ning Feng's voice was not loud, but it was like the clanging of metal, clearly penetrating all the wails and despair, and echoing in the command center.

"Everyone."

"It's unstoppable."

"You know better than anyone else, so don't deceive yourselves."

These three words, like three heavy hammers, hit everyone's heart hard.

Chaodao's body swayed and his face turned pale in an instant.

Morin raised his head suddenly, and the last light in his eyes almost went out.

Suddenly, he knelt down on one knee, and his heavy alloy boots hit the broken floor with a dull thud.

The iron-blooded marshal lowered his head deeply at this moment, his voice filled with unprecedented humiliation and pleading: "Ning Feng! You are our last hope, the only saint on Earth."

"Earth, it might really be over. Take your people and leave. Don't struggle. You can also leave a little spark for Earth and the human race."

His shoulders shook violently and suppressed sobs rolled in his throat.

Ning Feng looked at him and smiled, "I haven't finished yet."

"but!"

Ning Feng's voice suddenly rose, like a peerless weapon drawn from its sheath, with the edge to tear everything apart.

"Even if we can't stop it, we have to fight!"

"They want to reap, to exterminate, and to crush our land, stars, mountains and rivers!"

"Then let them see,"

"Look at the blood gushing out when the mountains and rivers are shattered. It's hot, scalding, and can burn their claws to ashes."

"Look at the souls that rise up at this moment of annihilation. They are angry, unyielding, and capable of shaking their thrones."

He suddenly raised his hand and pointed at the thirteen huge ancient roads outside the sky that exuded endless pressure. Every word he said was like thunder:

"The Thirteenth Emperor?"

"very good!"

"I, Ning Feng, have returned today, and I will offer this broken body and holy blood as a sacrifice to the heroic souls of my comrades in the nine coffins behind me!"

"For this planet, for this Dragon Nation..."

"Fight your way out."

"They are high up, so pull them down."

"Cut off a few of his heads and bury them with the broken mountains and rivers."

boom!

An extremely brutal murderous intent, mixed with the unyielding will of hegemony and the holy power of chaos, erupted from Ning Feng like a volcanic eruption.

The nine ancient bronze coffins behind him seemed to sense their owner's resolute will to perish together with his master.

The coffin shook violently, and the ancient runes burst out with unprecedented brilliant light.

The broken chains rattled, and a faint, tragic and desolate dragon roar could be heard from them.

Shi Hao, Jiang Yunfei, Huo Linger, Hua Chenyu, Li Xiaoqi, Hua Xiyi, Jin Hong, Shen Yuan... Although the nine paths are weak, they are extremely tenacious.

In each coffin, there burns the will of a fighting spirit with the glory of different laws.

Like nine roaring angry dragons, they resonated and rose wildly in the coffin, completely merging with Ning Feng's will.

The shadow of the Holy Wilderness Heroes' Soul Burial Monument suddenly appeared in the chaotic air behind him.

The nine blood-red names on the monument shone brightly.

"Everyone!"

Ning Feng's eyes swept over Chao Dao, Mo Lin, Li Tao, and every figure in the hall, and his voice was firm:

"Hold away your tears and wipe away the blood."

"Pour your remaining strength into the Thousand Flags Formation I have set up."

"This formation is called 'Blood Dragon's Reverse Scales'. It is based on the mountains and rivers, guided by the blood and courage of the people, and spearheaded by my holy body!"