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

The broken body of the hegemon was repairing itself madly at a speed visible to the naked eye under the influence of the vast and pure source of life and ancient fighting spirit.

Even become stronger.

The purple hegemonic blood was like boiling magma, making a deafening roar.

The already dim shadows of the chaotic gods and demons behind him instantly solidified into the size of an ancient sacred mountain.

boom.

His eyes opened, emitting chaotic divine light that pierced through the void.

A power that was enough to make the emperor's heart palpitate was revived in Ning Feng.

"Ancestor!!!"

Lord Chaodao, Mo Lin, Li Tao and others burst into tears and kowtowed heavily in the direction of the Burial Saint Abyss.

They recognized the aura of the old man in the lead.

"Xuan... Ancestor Xuan Huang! It's you. You're still alive! Old fellow, you haven't died yet."

The Bone Dragon Emperor's horrified voice sounded, with a hint of unbelievable fear.

"Impossible! In the last era, you were clearly struck by the 'Light of Nirvana' and your soul was completely destroyed! How could you still be alive?!"

Ancestor Xuanhuang!

This name was like thunder, exploding in the hearts of the strong men who knew that secret history.

He was the undisputed leader of the Earthlings in the last harvest era.

He is an unrivaled warrior who is as famous as "Xinglu", and even better than him in some aspects.

He once led the remnants of the human race, and fought hard under the scythe of the Reaper and the harvest of this group of emperors, giving the Earth a chance to survive.

Legend has it that in the final battle, he used himself as bait to trigger the forbidden power, severely damaging several emperors, and was ultimately wiped out by the "Light of Nirvana".

Who could have imagined that he would preserve the last trace of his soul and body in such a tragic manner in the black ice of the Holy Burial Abyss.

With the appearance of the Xuanhuang Patriarch, an uproar immediately occurred.

No matter whether they are warriors against heaven, or the gods, or the land of gods, they have obviously heard of the name of the Xuan Huang Patriarch.

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At this moment, as the source of life burns.

The last fragments of Xuan Huang Patriarch's memories poured into Ning Feng's sea of ​​consciousness like a torrent.

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On the battlefield filled with corpses and blood, countless familiar faces fell down amidst roars, their bodies torn apart and devoured by the reapers.

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The white-haired old man held the remaining head of his comrade and detonated the forbidden runes in his body. He died together with the projection of the emperor who pounced on him, leaving only a relieved smile in the firelight.

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The young mother entrusted her baby to her last companion, turned around and rushed towards the enemy camp, and blew up her own dantian just to blast open a way to escape.

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Xuan Huang Patriarch himself, covered in blood and with bones shattered, still stood tall on the shattered city wall. Facing the siege of several emperors, he roared, "The Earthlings will never surrender! Even if we die, our flame will be passed on forever!"

The human race is striving forward, all of them are self-destructing,

No fighting,

Because everyone was killing the enemy by self-destructing, because everyone knew that if they didn't unleash their most powerful force in an instant, they might be directly harvested and killed by the enemy.

There was no time to act.

It is a tragic song of an era and an epic written with the flesh, blood and souls of countless martyrs.

It was far more tragic and tragic than Ning Feng had imagined.

Every fallen figure went to death calmly, carrying with him hope for the future and deep love for his tribe.

Ning Feng's soul was trembling violently.

On Earth,

When the strong men from various martial arts countries saw this scene, tears mixed with blood rolled down their eyes.

What they bear is not only the survival of the current Earth, but also the fire and inheritance that countless ancestors have guarded with their lives.

"Ancestor..." Ning Feng's voice was choked with sobs, filled with boundless respect and grief.

The burning body of Xuan Huang Patriarch had become illusory and transparent, but a smile of great relief was on his face, and his voice resounded directly in Ning Feng's heart, "Child... don't be sad!"

"Our broken bodies have lived for thousands of years, just for this day!"

"I have a secret technique, 'Passing on the Torch: Burning Soul and Slaying the Emperor'!"

"Using my remaining soul as a guide, I will burn all the power I have given you within you and strike out... the Emperor-Slaying Blade!"