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

Looking up at the huge star cage, looking at the two figures in the sky like candles in the wind.

Before ecstasy could arise, it was overwhelmed by boundless sorrow.

Victory?

Another emperor was suppressed.

What's the cost?

The complete disappearance of Xuan Huang Patriarch and the six elders.

It was the straw-clothed ancestor who transformed himself into the Tao, and it was the blood of countless martyrs that stained the sky.

The earth was in ruins, and all living things were suffering. The air was filled with the thick smell of blood and smoke, as well as the remaining warmth and tragedy of the golden rain of light.

Ning Feng's broken body trembled slightly in the blood rain.

The remaining left arm hung down limply, and the demon-subduing pestle had long since lost its luster.

He looked at the star cage, at the two figures in the sky that seemed to be about to go out at any time, and then at the bottom that was soaked in the golden light rain.

The Earth warrior was bursting out with his last courage and strength to fight back against the Reaper army, but an indescribable torrent hit his chest.

It wasn't pure sadness, it wasn't pure anger.

Rather, it is the fire ignited by countless ancestors with their lives, which is weighing heavily and hotly on his shoulders and on the hearts of all the remaining creatures on Earth.

Blood rained down on his face, icy cold, mixing with the purple blood that flowed from the corners of his mouth, winding down.

The sky shattered and the earth wailed.

But above this ruin soaked in despair, the golden light rain transformed by the old man in straw raincoat is still flickering stubbornly, like a spark that never goes out in the dark abyss.

In this spark,

The Taoist energy fills the sky and covers the earth and stars.

He is being reborn.

The Earth is being reborn,

All human warriors are being reborn.

"kill."

Ning Feng's breath quickly revived, and then he punched against the sky.

Head straight for the Reaper army on one of the ancient roads.

Killed the Bone Dragon Emperor, beheaded the Thunder Prison Emperor,

The rest of the emperors were either held back or temporarily sealed by Pojun and others.

At this point he no longer cared about anything.

Just kill him directly.

boom,

With one punch, the ancient road seemed to collapse.

Countless reapers were reduced to ashes and disappeared along with the collapsed ancient road.

Bang bang bang,

Ning Feng was unimpeded and he killed everyone in his path.

"Go quickly..."

The reapers of the ancient road of Emperor Leiyu suffered the most. Now that the emperor has fallen, they have no intention of fighting anymore.

Everyone was shocked and terrified, and could not stop this killer at all.

The army of harvesters on Lei Yuhuang's ancient road retreated like the tide.

Ning Feng was bathing in the golden rain of light transformed by the old man in straw raincoat.

The broken body of the tyrant, like a long-awaited rain, greedily absorbed the warm and majestic power of the mountains, rivers and the country.

A slight "crackling" sound came from the amethyst half of the body.

There was actually a trace of flesh and blood struggling to be reborn.

The dim chaos flame reignited on the surface of the body.

Although it is far from its peak, it is no longer a candle in the wind.

"kill!"

He growled, filled with endless grief, anger and determination.

His eyes were as fast as lightning, instantly locking onto the nearest ancient road.

An army of harvesters is madly pouring out of the ancient road. This is the ancient road army of another emperor.

Without any hesitation, Ning Feng turned into a stream of purple and gold light.

Ignoring the tearing of the space cracks around him, he rushed towards the entrance of the ancient road.

There, dense swarms of harvesters were swarming out like locusts, pouncing on the Earth battlefield below.

"Stop him!"

From the depths of the ancient road, a shocked and angry thought of an emperor was heard.

But he was obviously entangled by Pojun and others and could not take action himself.

boom,

Ning Feng didn't even use his broken weapon, and clenched his only remaining left fist.

The chaotic energy and the remaining domineering blood burned, attracting the golden light rain that had not yet dissipated around his body, and he punched out.

Wherever the fist went, the space collapsed layer by layer like fragile glass.

A huge fist print, a mixture of chaotic purple light and golden light of mountains and rivers.

Like the ancient sacred mountain that crushes ants, it slammed into the entrance of the ancient road.

"No!"

At the entrance, tens of thousands of reapers only had time to let out desperate roars.